I’m listening to way too much of The Cure, but that’s all right. Making a playlist of my absolute all time favorite tracks. It’s comforting to me and comfort is what I seek.
To back track, I feel like I’ve been having a difficult time connecting with people, even people that I consider my good friends. I know it’s natural that people should grow apart but sometimes I think that it happens an abnormal amount with me. When it comes down to it, I know that the people I’m truly meant to connect with will be there for the long run. I’ll just say that people can be surprising in both good and bad ways and over the past week or so I’ve had my share of both. But that’s not really what I came here to write about. It’s in the back of my mind, all the time, though so I think it might reflect in my writing or my actions… and well, I just want to have some record of my frame of mind somewhere other than my journal (which I’ve been good about updating, btw).
Last weekend was a three-day weekend, something that couldn’t come soon enough. I ended up having a great weekend. Having the extra day makes a world of difference. Saturday was the Islands show — took Katie to NYC. Went to Pommes Frites and had what my sister described as the “most perfect fries ever”. We walked down to Tompkins Square park to sit down for a bit and people and dog watch. Neither of us really had any money, so the shopping was mostly browsing (there was a street fair, as well), and the time passed really quickly and the show we were seeing at Webster Hall was an early one so we headed there to get on line. Now, I think that Islands put on a great show and it gave me the opportunity to hear some of their new stuff which really isn’t as bad as I have been hearing, but the audience was absolutely ridiculous. I could say that it was because I was older than a good percentage of the people there, but even my sister, who is eleven years younger (18) than I agreed that the kids were particularly loud and obnoxious and rude. I mean — I can tolerate some talking in between sets and MAYBE for the opening band, but the fucking headliner? What the fuck? Were they not enjoying the show? It really ruined the mood for me and seriously made me question wanting to go to any shows that are 16+ (not that 21 and over is any better, sometimes).
Sunday was half lazy and half productive, which Sundays should be.
Monday night my sister had a barbeque, which none of my friends ended up showing up for, which just coincides with everything that I’ve been thinking about, so it shouldn’t have been surprising. A couple of my sister’s friends came (people that I could consider my friends, I guess, because I’ve known them long enough), and I’m glad that they are people I can get along with. The food was absolutely wonderful and we had more than enough beer to go around and I had a wonderful buzz going on by the end of the evening. Once the majority had left, we settled down inside and I randomly selected Flight of the Conchords (omg!) to watch and we laughed and laughed until half the crowd retired to bed. With just two of us left, we watched the rest of the DVD and chatted and chatted for hours about things like travel and food and being self-sufficient (which included talking about why I don’t drive and how well I can get around despite that and how there was respect there) and pheromones and television and a hundred other things and it was quite nice. Wonder if that will happen again?
Read a lot this week: Finished up Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife, and The Trial (finally!). Started and finished Anasi Boys within two days (it was that good!) and had little to do today so I read Wuthering Heights, which I have mixed feelings about. I like story, but not the delivery so much. Maybe I should read it when I’m in the right kind of mood.
This weekend looks to be a washout. I am hoping for some thunderstorms, though. Making plans for a long weekend in Toronto. It’s been way too long.