Archive: March, 2007

We’re all full of shit

There are only a handful of people who almost always intellectually and philosophically stimulate me. Where a lunch can easily last four hours of nonstop talking, a five minute conversation initiated about a possible weekend together can easily morph to a 45 minute conversation about whether if the friends you keep are in fact a representation of you, is it it your duty to cut it off if their actions are not indicative of the qualities you strive to achieve/maintain? I always enjoy my conversations with this handful.

Today I was lucky to talk to TWO of these gems. Had my monthly dinner with Will. Two and a half hours of nonstop conversations over happy hour appetizers at 219 West. Many of them were questions we threw at each other. Such as, if we keep friendships as representations of who we are, if someone fails to uphold your principles, would your continued friendship with said person contradict who you’re striving to be? If yes, doesn’t that contradict the relativity of morality? Who are we to play moral cop?

Seriously, if a dear and close friend murdered someone and felt no remorse, could you stand being loyal without feeling disloyal to yourself? If you cannot stand to be his or her friend, who are you to say they are now beneath you? Could it be as innocent as you no longer have the commonality that is required for intimate relationships?

So Will and I shared our disappointment and disenchantment with certain people in our lives and then after agreeing that they are full of shit, we looked at ourselves and decided we too are full of shit. Everyone is full of shit. If everything is relative, does it ever matter what you think? feel? opine? All our opinions, gut reactions, principles, beliefs, are all discountable in one way or another. Making us all full of shit. So what makes one person’s bag of shit more tolerable than another? Is it because it’s similar to our bag of shit? So in the end it’s narcissistic tendencies?

This is the curse of overly self-aware people. No conclusions.

Last words exchanged tonight with Will

Will: “So maybe we can hang out this weekend.”

Me: “Yeah, Especially since you’re going to be maybe gone in 2 months.”

Will: “Yeah, I’ll call you maybe this weekend. I don’t know I don’t ever go out anymore.”

Me: “Yeah you don’t. Maybe Barnes and Noble?”

Will: “Book People!”

Me: Yeah! Book stores may be more us anyway.

Will: Is it more us, or are we full of shit?

After dinner with Will, had a hearty conversation with Hillary, another stimulating gem of a friend. Conversation was first initiated about a possible get together in Austin. When that fell through due to conflicting schedules, we started gossiping about our lives. Our fun girly gossips always meander pointlessly but provocatively elsewhere. We discussed when it was a okay for a boyfriend to comment on his girlfriend’s appearance, why we choose the friends we keep, and how absolutely annoying it is when being nice or friendly is perceived as kissing ass or trying to get ass. (We were just being honest, and no there’s nothing you can give me; I don’t want to sleep with you and no I’m not kissing yo ass, you narcissistic prick.)

forks in the road

Last year this month, I came across a fork. I could have easily become a flight attendant. According to an airline company I had the perfect personality to be a flight attendant. (Really, what does that mean?) I could have relocated to Chicago and travel for a living. I chose to rough it out in Austin. Since then, I worked at 3 jobs. I thought I was finally settled for a good two years at least at my current position(before I go back to school), but then today I was given a business proposition that would be a complete career change.

In a sense, I’m a yes-girl. You have an idea? Let’s do it! You want to skydive? Let’s do it! You want to get married in Florida? Okie dokie! Forks are trickier. Especially when you’re happy where you are.

Unlike choose your own adventure books, you can’t cheat and go back and redo the decision making. I keep telling myself it doesn’t really matter what you choose to do in life. You’ll always gain something. You’ll always lose something. What makes it bearable is that you can never be quite sure what exactly it is you’re foregoing. Ignorance is bliss. So what then matters? I think it is whether you can stand who you are as you’re going.

Right?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, THOMAS!

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Thomas. Oh, Thomas.

He was one of the first person I’ve met in college. We hung out my first summer at UT. Then we got boyfriends/girlfriends and stopped hanging out completely for a good 4 years. A year and half ago we reunited sans significant others and I don’t know how I got by four years without him as a friend. Really, HOW DID I GET BY? I did a lot of “new thing of the week” things with him. I went to a lot of my favorite happy hours first with him (219 West and Malaga) He took me to East Side Cafe for the first time. My first time jet-skiing was with him. Likewise, I introduced him to the Spazmatics and I was there for his first trip to the Capitol. Our next big endeavor? Zip-lining! (Maybe. I’m going with or without him. I’m a sweet person.)

Sadly, he’s in Houston and I won’t be there to celebrate with him but I’m uber happy he was born 24 years ago today.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRANDI!

Today at Cheesecake Factory

In honor of her birthday I’ll share the story of Brandi and Linda.

So Brandi and I met at Radijazz. our last semester of college. She had been working there for years and was a manager. The job just kind of landed in my lap from a college friend. We were friendly but our friendship didn’t really take off until January of 06. I asked her if she wanted to go skydiving with me. I was pleasantly surprised when she agreed so casually. Few weeks later we jumped out of a plane together and that propelled our friendship. Here we are before our jump in January 2006.

Skydiving girls

She went to move away for a few months and when things fell through she came back a week or so after her 22nd birthday. We picked up where we left and celebrated her birthday for the first time together. Had a dinner party at Hula Hut and then Whitney and I took her out downtown. I found 22 lucky cute boys to give her birthday kisses and documented every kiss.

Brandi's 22nd

Last summer, we held a funeral for a dying relationship she had with an evil boy. I served lasagna for dinner to her and Jessica and then offered my fireplace to be the pyre of said relationship.

funeral

We had so much fun we decided we needed to eat every week.
Which brings us to the birth of our dinner club. Every week, Brandi, Jessica, Whitney and I meet and take turns making dinner and then we watch Grey’s.

Aside from the fun things we do and the weekly bonding, I also would like to share what kind of person she is. She is the kind of person to throw a surprise birthday dinner. She is the kind of person who would bake you a whole batch of cupcakes for your birthday. She’ll hold your pet squirrel despite being terrified of squirrels so you can sew up the stitches he ate through on his squirrel nuts after being neutered (true story!). She is the kind of person who will check up on you if you haven’t called in a while. She is the kind of person you’d be lucky to call a friend.