Sleep arrives with impeccable timing sometimes. It wasn't until I pulled back into my driveway just now that fatigue set in, even though I spent all day (and half the night) hanging out with Diana. The day began when, wanting to get some New Orleans-style donuts for breakfast, we blundered into a cooking class and learned how to make them ourselves. We played Cave Story while our stomachs were recovering from the onslaught, then went to Lake Johnson to rent a Sunfish. After a few hours of sailing (and shocking observers by jumping out of a perfectly good boat), we ate some fantastic Indian food, watched The Breakfast Club as an addendum to a conversation about the phenomenon of the "intimate stranger," came back to Apex to swim in my neighborhood's pool, and finally went back to Raleigh so I could drop her off.
I've been the only one home for a few days; the rest of my family's up in the mountains. It's a great arrangement. Diana and I briefly entertained the idea of pulling a sleepover in absentia parentum at my house to avoid the tedium of driving back and forth from Raleigh to Apex several times in one night, but the idea was nixed by (of all people) her parents, probably for the better. Night driving isn't so bad, anyway. When I was driving back from Wilmington last weekend, I only managed to stay awake with a potent combination of caffiene and top-of-my-lungs karaoke, which made my throat a bit sore, but not nearly as sore as the rest of my body had become after spending the whole day forcing Nana's boxes and furniture into a too-small Penske.
Friday night was... well, Betsy was having some kind of party. She invited me, but I hadn't seen her in person for at least two years, and hadn't even kept up with her properly online. So I was expecting some awkwardness when I arrived at her house late in the evening, but nothing could have prepared me for the revelation that I was a week early for the party. Profuse apologies, attempts at small talk, my hasty departure. Trevor was busy, Morgan was busy, and then I was out of nearby people to hang out with on a Friday night. So I watched The Iron Giant at home instead.
A few nights before that, I went from work to Megan's, with whom I got dinner, talked at great length, and managed to get rained on again, then to a Starbucks to meet up with Dav and his dad to discuss next year's housing. Meeting the Dav-father was a little strange -- Dav and I are both capable of choosing roommates at least, and the proposed change (Dav leaving Ram Village to join me at Odum Village) wasn't a very momentous one. Still, it seems to've ended well enough.
posted on Sunday, July 15, 2007
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