This morning, Dan said he found me late last night, passed out on my bed, in my clothes, clutching a Superman comic book.  Too bad no one had a camera.  I'm sure someone intoned a deep Rick Ely voice and said "Hey, the little fella's all tuckered out."  Pretty standard stuff, really.

My parents are on their way here as I type.  I love them, but why do they always do this to me? It's too early.  More after the visit, I suppose.

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    Right now, it's too late.  I should be in bed. Even though tomorrow is a holiday.  I'm not feeling so hot right now.  A very taxing week.  The visit with the parents went well.  Geoff and his girfriend Elizabeth joined us for brunch.  My mother reports that my brother galvin finally learned to ride a bike, at the age of 20.  So way to go galvin.  It was bound to happen sooner or later.  We tried and tried to teach him when he was a wee lad, but we just sort of gave up when he got to be aroun 10.  Anyway, interesting to note.  My mom also asked me her usual array of blunt questions which I didn't really have an answer to.  They were the sort of questions I wanted them to ask but didn't really want to have to answer.  Just wanted someone to ask those questions I guess.  Still, I think some people would've been very amused to hear what my mother had to say.
    Anyway, last night I went down to Great Lakes, where my old roommates Dan and Aaron, along with a boatload of other people showed up. Dan lives in San fran now, but he keeps up with us through the journal.  So he'd read a good bit about Great Lakes before ever setting foot in it.  He also told me that my August 26th journal entry nearly made him cry. Me too.
    So the night was fun, but long. A lot of people were there.  And a lot came back to our apartment in the night.  But I lost track of everything around 3am, and the next thing I knew it was 7am, and Dan was sleeping on my floor.  Jed made mention of finding me around 4 am, sleeping on my bed with my Superman comic book, and told the people in the room "Awww... he must be having all sorts of super-hero dreams!"  Anyway, a weird night.  But sort of fun, in an old familiar way.
    So today I went over to Aaron's brooklyn pad and played video games for a while, the drive back around Park Slope and met Matt and Jen at the Pavillion movie theatre.  We saw Meet the Parents, starring Robert DeNiro and Ben Stiller.  It was entertaining.  I don't know if I'd call it great, but it was funny.  Not enough really outrageously funny moments to give it a good pace, but all in all it was worth seeing.  And, you know, I've had trouble with parents in the past.  Though the movie had a much cleaner resolution.
    So then matt and jen and I came back here and watched the video we shot at Tonic on Friday night.  Very, very funny, and very weird. But entertaining.  I seriously think we're some of the weirdest people i know.  No, really. I know some people may think they're weird, but the shit that goes on with us is just bizarre.  I love us.  We also listened a bit to the recording of the conversation between jen and myself the other night. Still more weirdness.  And I gave matt a copy of the cd I made the other day.  It's really a great cd, if I do say so. I feel like I should give one to everybody I know.  Jen reiterated it sad but ultimately joyous undertones.  It definitely takes you on an emotional journey.
    Right now I find myself hearing a line from a movie, a line that's been going through my head for weeks.  It sound better on film, rather than in your head, but it goes:
"She's my Rushmore, Max."
I like that line in the movie a lot.  But lately I've been hearing the next line in the dialogue a lot more, which i had pretty much ignored.  But for some reason it seems to resonate more. "Yeah I know, she was mine too."

The funny thing is, anyone who might get that, i don't think I'd want to get, and anybody who doesn't get it will just think I'm weird. But this is what I'm thinking at this exact moment, even if it's true to me or not, and I'm not really thinking about explaining it.

    My boss at work on Friday told me she just broke up with her boyfriend of six years.  three weeks ago.  She said she feels pretty good.  She said that sure she's sad because of the memories, but for the most part she's really excited to be starting a new phase in her life. New phases, she says, should always be exciting.
I thought she might be kidding herself.

There's a lot of that going around.

But surprisingly little of it takes place at 4:15AM.

or does it takes place even more?  I can't even tell anymore.
 
 
 

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