Weekend Recap: Catie and Paul Move-In

Alternate title: Golden Child Proves Pyrite, Lives in Sin

Okay, so here's how this weekend went.

First off, I rolled out of bed at my parent's apartment at 11 AM. I would rather have gone home, but my mother didn't want me to drive considering that I had just finished a margarita roughly the size of a fish bowl. Had to be real fast when I didn't have my ID and all that, but anywho, spent most of Friday evening with my parents, having dinner at Sonny's, have a drink, and then headed to their apartment. Plus, I couldn't go home until I taught my little sister all of the yoga poses that I know and a basic tango step. I mean, you have to keep your priorities straight.

Rolled out, packed at my house really fast, went and got about six inches of my hair chopped off, and got on the road. By the time I got to Macon, they were mostly done moving in. I hung some curtains and went on an expedition out into the middle of nowhere to get a table. But, for the most part, I just stayed out of the way. Catie, I have always known, is anal-retentive about where her stuff goes. Turns out, so is Paul. While we were getting the table, her mother and sister unpacked the kitchen. In the 24 hours between then and when I left, most of the stuff in the kitchen had been moved to a new, better location. Plus, the tension between Catie and her mom (who doesn't agree with Catie moving in with her boyfriend whom she is not married to) could have been cut with a knife and slathered on corn, so rich and creamy was its texture.

Anywho, we did dinner at Ron and Chang's, a combination Chinese and home-cooking diner. It was really good, and I think orange chicken, mashed potatoes, and okra is a too-long-overlooked dinner selection.

One of my other friends that I've met that was hanging out after the move is what really piqued my interest though. She's been dating this guy for about six months now, and they've gotten to the point to where they don't know exactly whether or not it's going to be super long-term. Well, that's putting it mildly. My friend wants to breakup with her boyfriend because she misses the chase. She provokes him into fights so that maybe things will get bad enough that they'll just fall apart. She wants out, because she doesn't believe that this is forever. I mean, she hadn't gone so far as to delete the naked picture of him from her phone, but she was bored and this girl who had never done the relationship was ready to move on.

And then, in a moment that I think is beautiful, we were sitting in the living room, bitching the past year, and she started smelling the blanket she was wrapped up in. When I gave her a look of "what-the-hell-are-you-doing," she explained: "It doesn't smell like (boyfriend's name) anymore."

"You are a veritable bundle of contradictions," I responded. I mean, maybe I get it. It's new and whatnot, but right now, I can't explain it. And it's mostly intriguing me.

The thing that I love about going to hang out with my best friends is that there is never an agenda of things that we're going to do to have a good time together. There doesn't have to be one, and to make one would fly in the face of what makes us such good friends. It makes me sad that I don't carry a tape recorder to record what's said and what we talk about while I'm with them. Since I don't live with any of these fantastic people any longer and we're spreading out to the corners of the known world, I feel like I should write down every witty thing said in case I never get to hear it again. Plus, it takes a while to break in new people so that you know that you can talk about anything, transitioning easily from the concept of reach-arounds and how best to prep for anal sex into what is metaphysically troubling us about the future and our friendships. Whatever, this is getting a little heavy for what I wanted to write about.

Later on, I had poured with too heavy a hand, and since the world wouldn't stop spinning, I made myself throw up so that I wouldn't go too far down the rabbit hole.

Next day, did Mexican, Lowe's, came back to apartment, read Remains of the Day, played some Wii, went home, watched Forensic Files with mom, came home, went to sleep in the recliner in the living room with my glasses still on.