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It’s so late, but here I am …

Before I start this entry, I should say that I’m very tired, and it’s 2:30 in the morning, so this will probably be short and may not make much sense, but let me see if I can try.

So, let me try to start with why I’m just writing this a 2:30 in the morning, technically the next day, but I’m writing for the 7th, in an attempt not to miss and entry … even though the contest is officially over … perhaps I’ll go up against Tim now.

Hmm.. so I was going to tell you why I’m writing this so late/early. Well, after a long day of work, I got home ready to just relax and got a call from Les and some other friends wanting to go out for something to eat and a movie … I figured that since it was Friday, why not … well, I didnt figure we’d be out so late.

I got the original call at about 6PM, and figured we might not get out until 7:30 or so and might not be home til midnight or so … no problem. Well, at about 6:30 I was told that one of the people had to make a trip to the grocery store to buy some crabs, and so we all had to wait until she returned. In the meantime, everyone came to my house to wait.. while we played the Playstation, first Resident Evil, then the tamer Mrs. Pacman … we ended up waiting until about 8:00PM … a little late, but we figured we could still catch a movie.

So, deciding on a movie didn’t really happen, and in an effort to just get on the road, I suggested we figure it out at the actual movie theater … which was about twenty minutes away, in the city. So, we arrived at the movie theater and found most of the movies had been sold out, and the next wouldnt begin until 10:45PM. Holy cow.

We decided to get a bite to eat at Mel’s diner and then see the movie, Snow Falling On Cedars …

A blurred rendering of David Guterson’s simply told artful novel about the complicated relationship between Anglo- and Japanese-Americans in Washington State that shifts between a 1950s murder trial and the 1940s internment of thousands of Japanese Americans during World War II. The sight of the thick white snow, though, is beautiful. And for better or worse, you’ve got lots of time to admire it. – Entertainment Weekly

I liked the movie, although it could have moved a little faster … its not at the top of my movies of the year, and I’d see The Talented Mr. Ripley a second time if I could.

The movie was quite long, and we finally got out at 1:30AM, and after the drive home, it was 2AM … I showed my NY photos, because my friend wanted to see the photo of Florence Henderson I got, and then everyone was gone … thus the late time.

So, Tim has to know that I would bring this up … see in Luuuuuuuuuuuuuuurve Doctor mode, I mentioned to him that, well, why should I tell you when I can sample a snippet from his journal:

Now … did I hear Tim say he couldnt bare to admit I was right.. did everyone hear that? I was RIGHT … and although technically a pendant isnt a necklace, I think everyone can agree that because I was suggesting a necklace or a bracelet, that any jewelry would fall into that category, plus since one doesnt put a pendant in their pocket or on a keyring … but does wear it on a necklace, I was right. See.. now I dont want to make too much of the point that Tim was w-w-w-w-w-w-wrong to say “we must pity poor insignificant Greg for trying”.. hmm, pity me, I dont think so.

So, when the Luuuuuuuuuuuurve Doctor speaks, I think I know who will be listening.. and if anyone wants to be my love doctor, please write to PO BOX … anyway … I’m glad Tim was able to settle on a gift, although I have no idea what Argos is.

Childhood Experience of the Night: In junior high, I met this girl, J (not Tim’s J), and liked her alot, but since both of us were extremely shy at the time, we did things in the roundabout way. We would say hi in the hall, almost a million times a day … which now that I think about it, seems strange, but we’d say hi everytime we’d pass each other, and I made sure to walk in such a way, to be sure to pass her.

At some point, we began walking home together … even waiting for each other after school to walk home … we’d talk and get to know each other in our shy way … and walking her home would lead me waaaay out of my way, because I live practically a block from the school and she lived about half a mile from the school, so I’d have to walk a mile home everyday, just to get a block.

It was a strange relationship, because neither of us really pressed to move it to a higher level, but spent tons of time together even dancing together at dances.. if I could gather enough nerve to ask her, which was strange because I could talk to her on the way home, but when it came to asking for a dance, I’d freak out, sometimes asking her friend to dance before actually dancing with J.

As the years went on, we remained friends, but changed in the same way.. and eventually she became involved with another friend of mine. It was heartbreaking to see my J with him.. anyone else, but especially him, but as the years went on, I also moved on and became used to it … and a few year ago, was there to witness him propose to her, and then again to watch them get married … neither her nor I ever really mentioned our feelings for one another during those early years, but I think we both have good memories of the time.

… and thats one of my strange relationships to tide you over and give you the childhood experience of the night.

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