Classy Reunion
Wow. Wow. Wow. I can't think of more to say than that. Saturday I had a quiet night at home because the game event I was going to was cancelled on account of a domestic bitch-fight. And Sunday I woke up, had some coffee and logged into FaceBook. Jennifer McGrath was there. Jennifer McGrath from high school. Jennifer McGrath from 23 years ago in 1986. Amazing Jennifer McGrath. She asked what I was up to. I was up to nothing and said so. We set up brunch for an hour from then. I got nervously into the shower.
At 11AM I pulled onto Main Street in HB and found the Longboard Restaurant and Pub. Thus began 8 hours of laughing, sharing, reuniting (and it feels so good). I'm so freaking amazed by the amazing people that came out of my graduating class. Over several delicious madrases, we shared stories of college, marriage, dating, children, travel, sex, and love. I cannot tell you how truly surprising it was to hug her hello and just fall into the most natural conversation. Hours later we crossed to the beach and took up residence at Savannah's on the pier for a few Vodka & Cranberries over more stories. The sun set. The firepit was lit. And the conversation continued. At 7PM we hugged each other good night. Amazing. And I sure hope to see her again before another 23 years passes.
No Crying in Softball
Well, I got the answer by not getting an answer. Sunday came and went - the opening of the season, and I got no direction from the Gay Softball League about teams. So I clearly am not on one. I did write - desperately - to the LA Commissioner asking... just to make sure that they didn't get my email wrong or something. They sent me a parking pass on Wednesday night, so that gave me hope that maybe I would be on a team. But... no team response. No team assignment. No team. So I'm sad. I'm giving them a few days, because they talked about putting together a team of "leftovers" for practice, so we'd be better next year. Maybe that will still happen. I'll find out for sure by the weekend.
Re-Organizing
Remember back in December I was planning a move? Partly to save money, partly to get warmer, because these old houses aren't exactly energy-efficient. Only I didn't move. And so for the past two months I've been stirring. This weekend I gave in and pretended that I moved by shifting my bedroom furniture around. My bed is too big for my bedroom, truly, and so after taking up the whole room for over a year, I pushed the bed up against one wall. Now you can only enter it from one side, but it opens up a huge amount of floor space so I can get dressed in non-cramped style.
