Well, as some (or most, or all, or some percentage) of you know, Steve is heading out for the West coast tomorrow (I guess at this point it's today). I wanted to write something more poignant, but I really don't know what to say at this point. I guess perhaps I feel a bit melancholy about the whole situation. The selfish side of me wants Steve to stay, so that I can hang out with him and see him in person; but the reasonable and understanding side of me knows that what he's doing is good/necessary for him. I have to say, I wish I had the balls to be able to up and move at the flip of a switch. I guess what I'm trying to get at, is that I'm going to miss Steve, but I wish him luck and all of that. Whether he sees this or not is not a concern to me, because sometimes I think (and it's more so now that I've started writing this) I'm really writing here as a chance to maybe capture what I'm feeling in a certain moment, and reflect on how the world around me impacts my being. Does that sound conceited? I don't know... I'm sure other people have feelings on this, or any, situation. I just am choosing to write them down and spread them over the internets like hot butter on toast.
Either way, we're still sitting here (you reading, me writing) and we've got to deal with everything eventually, and I've shared my thoughts... perhaps you want to share yours? I like to listen as much as I like to talk, and I'm sure you all have some base of communication with me. Is this an invite to converse with me? Sure. An invite to comment? Sure. Ask a question? Sure. This blog is mine, but including you (however many there may be) into this thing is something I'd like to start doing.
But onto the show, as they say...
Steve threw a party on Saturday night at Omar's house, and it was a pretty good time. There were a lot of people there, some who I'd never met (and likely wouldn't see again for a while), some people I've not seen in a long while, some who I am getting more acquainted too, and the old favorites as well. I know I had a really good time (as much as 2 faxe and 5 beer will allow), and it seemed as though most everybody else did too. Steve passed out a little early, and I spent a bit of time cleaning chairs and tape off of him before I left. I donno, I just felt weird about that... I used to find it funny when that happened, but... I guess I've grown past THAT particular level of immaturity. ANYWAY, I took a few pictures. Some of them are rather silly (especially some of the pics of Dan), but looking at them helps me think of the lighthearted attitude that was floating around that evening.
No rest for the wicked...
Great shot.
Greater shot.
Money Shot.
Oh, it begins...
I love this picture.
"GUYS! GIVE ME MORE SWAN! MORE! INNER SWAN!"
Dan's best attempt...
Laser Cat.
Classic
Gordon and Dan need to have a ham competition.
PUNCH DRUNK
CAT PUNCH
The best part was that I wasn't wearing pants.
Tonight, we went back to Omar's to see Steve off (in a more sober fashion). We went and grabbed some food (chicken nuggets) and kinda hung around. I took a few extra pics, here they are...
Anyway, I'm off to bed. I've got a lawn to mow tomorrow, on top of working. My brother left for basic training today, I'm hoping he's doing ok.
Goodnight all, and goodbye Steve (I'm hoping I see you sooner rather than later),
Tony I
PS-> I've reduced the number of posts on the mainpage back to one, I think I was just trying to show off that I had actually been blogging again. So, check out the archive for previous stuff. Also, I have all of the full size pictures on my computer, so if you want one that you really like, drop me a line and I'll email it to you.