Sunday Night
16 November 2003 22:14![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thirteenrocksYesterday as i was smoking a cig, Linda and Sarah invited me over to thier house for a going away party for a friend of thiers. They knew I wouldn;t know anyone, but wanted to invite me as well.
Well as the day unfolded, I ended up getting the notion to go grocery shopping, and called Ravi, and it turned out to be making dinner for Ravi (and myself), and going to the party. I whipped up a big vege mix of vege chilli, cleaned the apt quick, and had ravi over for dinner.
I got really tired before he came, and thus, I am tired now as well. Ravi showed up with flowers. That was very nice of him...and quite well taken mind you. They look great in my antique redwing vase.
THe party, well that is a whole other can of worms. It was a going away party for a girl that Linda and Sarah know. It was strange, as besides Ravi and the hosts, I didn't know anyone there. Complicated by the notion that everyone there was a recovering addict of sorts. Everyone except Ravi and I. And I should say I didn't know anyone else, but there was that one lady....
yet i degress. It was very trendy. Everyone seemed mostly trendy. THe girl in the shirt and black glasses, everyone seemed very out of place and trendy, as if they were there to be seen, and not heard. And the connection of all being "addicts" was very apparent, as if this invisiable thread was holding them all together, they were there to support everyone, and it was like... "yeah, I have been in the gutter and back". As if they were rooted from that standpoint and that was there common bond, almost the only bond that held them together, a glue, if you will. As if they knew each other from a previous life, and knew each other, Really KNOW each other and then there were us.. the outcasters who just kind of stood aside and watched.
It felt alot like the movie "when I man loves a women" straight out of the movie...... and i was seeing it live, in person.
Sarah, got out some cearel boxes and cut them up making postcards, in which we adults, adults mind you sat around and colored. It was creativity at its finest and a real bonding experience. I felt more free around these people. The postcards were for the girl who was leaving, but in my selfish way, I kept 2 of them to pass on. I thought it was a great idea... and wanted to pass it on...
it was just a strange night, b/c I have never been around so many addicts, and felt out of place before.. as kind of an observer in a strange land.. as if I was a missing puzzle piece among other pieces, and just didn't belong.
Well as the day unfolded, I ended up getting the notion to go grocery shopping, and called Ravi, and it turned out to be making dinner for Ravi (and myself), and going to the party. I whipped up a big vege mix of vege chilli, cleaned the apt quick, and had ravi over for dinner.
I got really tired before he came, and thus, I am tired now as well. Ravi showed up with flowers. That was very nice of him...and quite well taken mind you. They look great in my antique redwing vase.
THe party, well that is a whole other can of worms. It was a going away party for a girl that Linda and Sarah know. It was strange, as besides Ravi and the hosts, I didn't know anyone there. Complicated by the notion that everyone there was a recovering addict of sorts. Everyone except Ravi and I. And I should say I didn't know anyone else, but there was that one lady....
yet i degress. It was very trendy. Everyone seemed mostly trendy. THe girl in the shirt and black glasses, everyone seemed very out of place and trendy, as if they were there to be seen, and not heard. And the connection of all being "addicts" was very apparent, as if this invisiable thread was holding them all together, they were there to support everyone, and it was like... "yeah, I have been in the gutter and back". As if they were rooted from that standpoint and that was there common bond, almost the only bond that held them together, a glue, if you will. As if they knew each other from a previous life, and knew each other, Really KNOW each other and then there were us.. the outcasters who just kind of stood aside and watched.
It felt alot like the movie "when I man loves a women" straight out of the movie...... and i was seeing it live, in person.
Sarah, got out some cearel boxes and cut them up making postcards, in which we adults, adults mind you sat around and colored. It was creativity at its finest and a real bonding experience. I felt more free around these people. The postcards were for the girl who was leaving, but in my selfish way, I kept 2 of them to pass on. I thought it was a great idea... and wanted to pass it on...
it was just a strange night, b/c I have never been around so many addicts, and felt out of place before.. as kind of an observer in a strange land.. as if I was a missing puzzle piece among other pieces, and just didn't belong.