Keeping Busy

This weekend, while it should have included more reunions than it actually did, has involved a lot of catching up with people. On Friday, I went to Hyde Park, dressed like a lipstick lesbian whore gallery owner for Dave's Murder Mystery party. It had been a long time since I'd seen the whole dorm crew, and I, although skeptical initially, was exceedingly glad that I'd gone. Dave even made a huge website for the whole thing. A murder took place at my gallery, "Xenophon," and Dave, the gallery's newest exhibitor, was killed. There were plotlines involving peanut butter, female impregnation and crazy flying cab drivers. SR wore a labcoat whilst her boyfriend, PW, wore nothing but boxers and a graduation robe [he was clearly supposed to be a mad dictator]. I was the one who impregnated someone, but with someone else's seed. An art critic killed Dave but on someone else's orders because Dave's lover was also her lover. And, S was secretly sabotaging the government, but crazy cab driver believed it was she, herself, that was the sabateur. Twisted, and decidedly fun.

I don't think I did enough of that general silliness in college; I think it was one of the most valid things about Boston for me. I reclaimed my silliness. I could owe this to my break with he-who-shall-no-longer-be-named or because CA is a fun-loving individual. I could owe it to removing some of my neuroses from my system or simply becoming who I was supposed to be, in a way, again. Either way, it was completely goofy. I had been skeptical about going; I hadn't seen some of the dorm gang [MP, AS, and others] for quite some time and was not sure what kind of a reception I'd receive. But, we had a great time. I even met people who had lived in the dorm once I had moved out. So, all in all, it was a really relieving, fun evening. Friend groups have shifted, over the years, and being back in Chicago, although wonderful, also means that I need to re-establish friendships. Because, I cannot and will not drive out to the suburbs on whichever weekends CA can't do something. It's a relief that SR lives so close and that I live with EPS. Overall, I think it's simply going to be just fine. This Friday was the start of the re-establishment.

On Saturday, after going to Sunrise Cafe with SR and PW for a salad, I was supposed to go to my five-year reunion. I was skeptical about it, too, because AR wasn't going, and EPS wasn't sure if she wanted to go. I then got a call from my friend JohnnyR, discovering he wasn't going either. Around 5, I called EPS and asked her if we were going. She really didn't want to, and in the end, I didn't either. If people are around, I'll see them. But those who were out of town didn't come in for it [it is, afterall, only five years] and so I decided, who needs a reunion when you live with someone from high school? EPS and I went to Piece with her boyfriend and his roommate; their pizzas were EXCELLENT. We came back here and watched Monty Python. Decidedly better than getting dressed up and explaining to six thousand people that no, I didn't know where he-who-shall... was and no, I didn't care.

Today, aside from cleaning the apartment because my old high school teacher, LSB, is coming over tomorrow, I met Petria for brunch at Orange. The place itself is really unique, with delicious coffee. We ended up being there for about 4 hours, talking about high school, old terrible roommates and our current situations. What it might be like to marry someone someday and everything else. We've promised to get together again soon since she picked up lunch/brunch/all-day.