I have to stop the drinking...
At my mom's in the suburbs and I can't find one damn aspirinadvilmotrinexedrintylenol in the whole damn house...so, it's mornings like these when I say "I have to stop the drinking." And I never do, which then leads me to believe that there "might be a problem". However, there was a story here...oh yes... my two brothers and I attended a party last night at our neighbor's house.
Our "Back Door Neighbors". The lived behind us. They had kids our age growing up. I hung out with the girl, and my little brother hung out with the younger boy. The older boy was my age and we hated eachother. Until we hit puberty and then suddenly (and i didn't find this out until years later) he had a crush on me. But, I didn't know. (See "nonsequiter entry"). Anyhoo, we all hung out for a bunch of years. Hop the fence and we were together. Going to school together, Getting in trouble together. Living through our respective mothers' alcohol problems. Then highschool... different schools. Somehow, The Boy and his friend maintained their friendship. The girl and I quickly discovered that we belonged in different circles. She was already blonde and got pretty and I... smoked pot. So, that was that. The End.
Last night was the first time I had seen her in 10 years. Her words to me "You look exactly the same!" both stung and soothed (at least I'm not aging quickly). And the older brother. HE moved to Texas years ago and has since been married...to a beautiful girl with really gorgeous long brown hair... (A part of me wonders if that was MY influence)... and the girl is getting married tomorrow. To a gorgeous man. No, I'm not on the guest list. Why would I be? Again, it's been 10 years. And that envy swells up again inside me. But I thrust it aside and just enjoy the reunion.
It was good to see them. We have a lot of history and I think each one of us still carries a little of it in our hearts.
Our "Back Door Neighbors". The lived behind us. They had kids our age growing up. I hung out with the girl, and my little brother hung out with the younger boy. The older boy was my age and we hated eachother. Until we hit puberty and then suddenly (and i didn't find this out until years later) he had a crush on me. But, I didn't know. (See "nonsequiter entry"). Anyhoo, we all hung out for a bunch of years. Hop the fence and we were together. Going to school together, Getting in trouble together. Living through our respective mothers' alcohol problems. Then highschool... different schools. Somehow, The Boy and his friend maintained their friendship. The girl and I quickly discovered that we belonged in different circles. She was already blonde and got pretty and I... smoked pot. So, that was that. The End.
Last night was the first time I had seen her in 10 years. Her words to me "You look exactly the same!" both stung and soothed (at least I'm not aging quickly). And the older brother. HE moved to Texas years ago and has since been married...to a beautiful girl with really gorgeous long brown hair... (A part of me wonders if that was MY influence)... and the girl is getting married tomorrow. To a gorgeous man. No, I'm not on the guest list. Why would I be? Again, it's been 10 years. And that envy swells up again inside me. But I thrust it aside and just enjoy the reunion.
It was good to see them. We have a lot of history and I think each one of us still carries a little of it in our hearts.
posted by LC Greenwood at 9:25 AM
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