tennis, anyone?

this is fitting since the us open is now going on down the 7 line from my old apt.

life is really getting a little too "high fidelity" to deal with. 

looking back at these posts, i realize that it's an autobiographical way to organize my record collection. how i got from record a to record b. and i remember a lot more about shows, bands, song lyrics than i do about high school or college.

haven't been seeking out guys i used to date, but sorta end up running into them anyway. that i can play nice and have a conversation without all the old antics i used to pull says a lot about my maturity level. i can be happy for them, their wives, their kids. and realize that they weren't "the one" for me. (if there is a "one" is another story...) 

try as i may to put myself in scenarios where i am hypothetically married to any of these guys, i just can't. when i was part of the country club set in dc, every fiber of my being wanted out. wanted more tattoos, to dress how i wanted, not how other people wanted me to, to go out dancing, to hang out with my friends that were deemed "bad influences". ultimately to have a drink without becoming a functional alcoholic! 

it was a learning experience. knew myself and who i was not a lot more at the end of things. that i didn't want to try so hard ever again in life. and at 21 that's a big lesson! 

for m.r.b.

for always being there when i needed you.

thanks for letting me borrow jawbreaker, seaweed and the descendents during that freak dc snowstorm where everything was shut down and i had to work. life changing.

thanks for teaching me how to be me.

sorry i never learned how tennis was scored after all your matches i watched! 

no thanks for skipping the promise ring on my 21st bday after i went to see madball how many times??? hahahaha. 

oh and i like journey now, despite all my resistance back then...

post script...

"sent a letter on a long summer day

made of silver, not of clay

i've been runnin' down this dusty road

wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'

i don't know where i'll be tomorrow

wheel in the sky keeps on turnin'

i've been trying to make it home

got to make it before too long

i can't take this very much longer

i'm stranded in the sleet and rain 

don't think i'm ever gonna make it home again

the mornin' sun is risin'

it's kissing the day..."