tears and roller skating

My two best friends came to visit me this weekend. It was a weekend of alcohol, laughter, tears, Shamu, basically just simply friends being friends. Bob is my brother and John John is quickly becoming the same. I cry with them, I laugh with them. We get pissed at each other but never can hate. Bob and I have lasted 10 years. We had out points of lost friendship but we always came back to each other. That is why he truly is my brother. We can annoy the shit out of each other but we have come to realize we can't stay mad at each other. John and I have become close over the years but especially since he moved home. We relate in so many ways, without sometimes even saying a word. Silence can be golden.

Moving to San Diego has made me miss those simple times just hanging out. The after the bar drunk times at the apartment or house of whoever's place is "the place" to go is what I truly miss. Going out is fun. But it is those discreet intimate times that I hold dear and I miss the most.

I came home today at lunch to an empty house. It oddly felt like I lost someone or just broke up with someone. It seemed as though there should have been a "Dear John" letter laying around. A forgotten coat, toiletries that didn't make the cut to go home, trash from the adventures of the weekend all were reminders of my dear visitors. I cried. I missed them and still do. I always miss my friend and family from home. But I got to taste what it was like back home. Experiences that I do not get to enjoy here in San Diego. I couldn't help but cry. Those are such special times to me. Not to be overlooked.


That was me crying.

To try to get my mind off of things I was invited to go roller skating by my friend Quinton. I asked Kelly to join me. I have not been roller skating since I would go to Adult night with Liz and Harris over at the Roller Skating Palace on the Boulevard in NE Philly. I don't even know what grade I was in, I think the end of high school, beginning of college, almost 10 years ago (holy shit). I had so much fun. Grant it I was like the grandma driving her caddie on the highway at 45 miles an hour BUT I did not fall once. Also it didn't seem to annoy people I was going to slow, I think they were a bit more understanding than if I was going 45mph on a highways. (I know myself, I am very unforgiven for anyone driving under 60... and that is being nice). I must say i did a fine job on the skates. No falls. A number of close calls though. Needless to say, I am addicted. I can't wait to go again. I always wanted to have a skating party since I was 25 (no seriously.. I want one now.. fuck when I was a kid. If i fall now I would laugh, if i was a kid I would be mortified!) I look forward to my next roller experience.