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Love's Secret Domain
Mar. 8th, 2004 12:03 amWhat passes for my yearly cold kept me down for the count for most of the weekend. I managed to do very little of anything during Saturday, or Sunday. I did manage to clean a lot of the house, and most importantly my room. It looks practically unlived in at this point.
Saturday night I received an unexpected invite to a going away party for a friend of mine I didn't see much anymore. I showed up, and was greeted with a very enthusiastic hug and many surprised but pleased faces. Several hours were spent catching up with people, getting slowly drunk, and enjoying the change of atmosphere. I'm very proud of a lot of my friends. They are writing stories on a global level, taking road trips that span this country and Canada, following their dreams. It's a wonderful thing to see.
The good vibes of the evening continued onward at the House of Exile. I'm interested in seeing some of the pictures from that night. Ending the evening with a nightmare of wrecking my car wasn't how I would have chose to wrap up the evening, but what can you do?
As I was clearing out my desk, I found a lot of old pictures from my theater days. Shots from Man of La Mancha, Hello Dolly, and Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat (My favorites were Pedro from MoLM, and my Elvis/Pharaoh from Joseph). I also found an old Happy Halloween card, and a love letter from Rebecca. I was hesitant about re-reading the letter, but I did it.
"could I ever find another such amorous competitor on the dance floor, who can match both my step and intensity as the note is struck?"
I held the yellow paper in my hand. The memory of that night in Harrisburg returned to me. The music that pulsed around us in the tiny dance club. The ways our eyes met, then parted. How we moved. How she approached me afterwards. I remembered 360 degree spin on an icy road as I drove back to her house, and how we held each other shaking after we arrived at her house. I remember many other things as well. I have no regrets or recrimination of my memories of her. Just a warmth that fills me, spreading from my chest to my arms and legs down to the tips of my fingers and toes. Everyone should have memories like this. I'm thankful that I do.
Saturday night I received an unexpected invite to a going away party for a friend of mine I didn't see much anymore. I showed up, and was greeted with a very enthusiastic hug and many surprised but pleased faces. Several hours were spent catching up with people, getting slowly drunk, and enjoying the change of atmosphere. I'm very proud of a lot of my friends. They are writing stories on a global level, taking road trips that span this country and Canada, following their dreams. It's a wonderful thing to see.
The good vibes of the evening continued onward at the House of Exile. I'm interested in seeing some of the pictures from that night. Ending the evening with a nightmare of wrecking my car wasn't how I would have chose to wrap up the evening, but what can you do?
As I was clearing out my desk, I found a lot of old pictures from my theater days. Shots from Man of La Mancha, Hello Dolly, and Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat (My favorites were Pedro from MoLM, and my Elvis/Pharaoh from Joseph). I also found an old Happy Halloween card, and a love letter from Rebecca. I was hesitant about re-reading the letter, but I did it.
"could I ever find another such amorous competitor on the dance floor, who can match both my step and intensity as the note is struck?"
I held the yellow paper in my hand. The memory of that night in Harrisburg returned to me. The music that pulsed around us in the tiny dance club. The ways our eyes met, then parted. How we moved. How she approached me afterwards. I remembered 360 degree spin on an icy road as I drove back to her house, and how we held each other shaking after we arrived at her house. I remember many other things as well. I have no regrets or recrimination of my memories of her. Just a warmth that fills me, spreading from my chest to my arms and legs down to the tips of my fingers and toes. Everyone should have memories like this. I'm thankful that I do.
