Last Night
After work, I meet up with Trish and help her unload more stuff at her new place. Afterwards we head to Georgetown to go to a party at one of her friends place. I was pretty hesitant about doing this, but I had bailed on meeting some of her friends on Thursday, so I felt going would be the right thing to do. I am glad I did go. I was able to see how much more mature Trish is than her friends from High School, she seemed a lot more focused than the rest of her friends.
Some interesting points from last night:
random guy, "How old are you?"
me, "I'm old."
random guy, "Like 23?"
Only two people there were over 21.
At one point I went and bought more beer. Something I said I would never do for minors, but since they were all staying at the party.
Meeting Trish's other brother (we stopped by his place before the party). I definitely like Pornarotti better. She said the brother I met llast night was scarey, in a way he was. Like in High School I would have kicked his ass one day and the next day he would have showed up at school, bolt the doors and let God sort them out. Insert sound clip from Boomtown Rats here.
Alll-in-all I had a pretty good time. I am really glad to have been able to see that aspect of Trish. In a way, she and her friends are much like me and my friends from my home town. She and I being the more focused of the group. A few will take a couple years to get there heads straight and one or two, there is simply no hope for (well at least that was the case for my friends).
Speaking of old friends, received a message via myspace from a friends from jr high and high school today, he is heading to A-town and wants me to give him a call. I probably will, have not seen him since the fall of my SR year in High School. Will be cool to see how he has changed. But then again, he is probably still the obnoxious New Yorker we used to tease (not really, he was a good guy growing up and from his profile appears he still is).
Well back to feigning interest in work.
Some interesting points from last night:
random guy, "How old are you?"
me, "I'm old."
random guy, "Like 23?"
Only two people there were over 21.
At one point I went and bought more beer. Something I said I would never do for minors, but since they were all staying at the party.
Meeting Trish's other brother (we stopped by his place before the party). I definitely like Pornarotti better. She said the brother I met llast night was scarey, in a way he was. Like in High School I would have kicked his ass one day and the next day he would have showed up at school, bolt the doors and let God sort them out. Insert sound clip from Boomtown Rats here.
Alll-in-all I had a pretty good time. I am really glad to have been able to see that aspect of Trish. In a way, she and her friends are much like me and my friends from my home town. She and I being the more focused of the group. A few will take a couple years to get there heads straight and one or two, there is simply no hope for (well at least that was the case for my friends).
Speaking of old friends, received a message via myspace from a friends from jr high and high school today, he is heading to A-town and wants me to give him a call. I probably will, have not seen him since the fall of my SR year in High School. Will be cool to see how he has changed. But then again, he is probably still the obnoxious New Yorker we used to tease (not really, he was a good guy growing up and from his profile appears he still is).
Well back to feigning interest in work.
posted by dayoldfish at 8:12 AM
4 Comments:
Its like the episode of Sex in the City where Carrie dated a younger man. He took her to one of his friends' party.
...except this is reversed.
Have fun living these years again.
it was very interesting and the majority of her friends were really cool and I was glad to have me them.
...because you could buy beer for them. just kidding, babe!
is this the same trish that WE naved "HOOTER BOB"?
how dare you re-name her!!
"HOOTER BOB" is such a great name--and she hated it--PERFECT!!!!
btw, this is such a great blog! THIS is the kind of stuff that blogs are made of
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