mrjournal24

September 23, 2001.

I'm Coming Home

And so this weekend, and the past few weeks and days since I last written, have gone by very quickly, beyond the shadows of any last doubts.

Besides school, work, and trying to figure when I might regain a love life, I've been busy or something. If everything I say doesn't make sense, it's because I'm working on about 4 hours sleep after a so-so Homecoming.

So I took Alicia, that was nice. I arrived at her house around 4:30 yesterday, and she looked as lovely and as gorgeous as she would any other day of the week I'd see her at work, just a bit more ritzy. Her field hockey comrades were there, helping her with the hair, getting dressed, the an infamous duck tape scandal that about 5 people know about, wait, 7, no 12 (her 4 friends, myself, herself and people at a after Homecoming sleepover). We go on the back deck for pictures and such before we head to Ruby Tuesday's to meet up With Smev and Steph, and no Heather and Jimmy (surprisingly enough .. they arrive late, thinking reservations were for 6, not 5. They also came in street clothes, and were not attending the dance since Jimmy didn't want to. There is another thing or two from this subject that I would comment on, but I won't).

Dinner was nice, we then headed back to my house for a photo session with my mom (whose birthday was yesterday, happy big 41 mom!) We would head to the dance, get there roughly 25 minutes early, though people were already lined up at the door. On the way to from and in between, Alicia controlled the radio station. Rather than play my recenltly compiled Nada Surf CD-R, I was subject to shitty radio friendly songs that I would here on the way, during, and even after the dance.

I was impressed by the decorations at the school. The dance was held this year inside the cafeteria, newly build might I add. Christmas lights, and other stuff added in to make the theme of The Secret Garden seem that way. I introduced a number of classmates to my lovely duck taped date, while we really didn't dance much, except for the slow ones. We hung in a crowd of Wal*Mart workers, some who came with some who attended L-Town, some who just go there.

After Kc-I & JoJo's "Crazy," I started my roughly hour long drive to and back from Alicia's at about 9:45. I walked her to the door to her mom saying hello, asking if I had a great time, and Alicia saying "let me give you a hug." That was nice.

I headed back to Littlestown up the street from dad's to Timmy P's post Homecoming party/bash/sleepover. I arrived as Tim, Bushey, Rocky, and Jason did as well. We went in, got comfortable, and started to watch some movies. A little after 12, Adele and Audrey arrived, as Rocky and Jason left for the evening.

The five of us spent the next five hours playing darts (which I lost to Audrey,) watching more movies (altogether in order: Exit Wounds, Driven, and some of Double Take before I conked out at 5am, all on the fabulous DVD), and sitting in the hot tub for a bit. A nice evening had by all. During that, the guys admitted on how Alicia, my date to Homecoming, was one of the prettiest girls there that evening. Finally, for the first time in 17 years, and I hate to say it, but I finally got that one thing I've always wanted. They were jealous of me ... I guess. Not that I care or anything. Bushey then noted that he saw me give her a peck during the course of the evening on the cheek, and that I was "macking it" with her.

This morning was devoted to Pong on the big screen, before Bushey and I headed out around 11am. Now I got to work in 90 minutes, tired as all hell.

Lately this week, I've been sending and receiving e-mail's from Ira of Nada Surf. They were to come down here and I was to book and promote a show for them as my graduation project, but they realized it would be counterproductive for they are trying to finish up their new album, and they hope to make it up to me, which they will. We've shared ideas, and he finds it as embarrassing to read my email's, showing my great devotion from someone outside of their group, as embarrassed as I am to say what I do. He loves the journal pages from that night in Baltimore .. Ah memories.

So I'm done now. Maybe I should take a power nap, but I am sort of awake.