May 11, 1999. Tuesday

 
    Well, I'm holed up at Matt's place right now. I'm not a huge fan of his computer, which sucks, because I have lots to write. Maybe I'll split it up and write more tomorrow. Anyway, I'm a little sick I think. My throat hurts, and I'm feeling a little drowsy. And a headache is building. Anyway, Nora arrived on Friday night around 11. The airline lost her luggage, of course. Anyway, we were planning on staying at Rick's place in Alexandria, but we felt kinda weird about it for some reason. So we drove around DC and Virginia for a few hours and got some eats and caught up a little. I almost didn't recognize her at the Airport. It was really good to see her. I got really excited as I approached National Airport, actually. Anyway, after A LOT of debate, we finally decided to stay at Rick's. Rick gave me the key the previous day, so getting in was no problem. Neither one of us wanted to stay in the living room though, because Rick's roommate wasn't home. I certainly didn't want to be lying there asleep when Brad came home in the middle of the night. It was weird enough that we were staying there without Rick anyway. So Nora and I, both horribly stubborn, decided we'd just split Rick's bed down the middle. It was fine with me, and fine with her. We've had to endure similar situations before, like when we were in Boston. Anyway, we chatted until about 4:30 in the morning. We actually had a lot to discuss. I forgot how much I missed talking to Nora. So the next day, after getting Nora's luggage, we went and met Matt. We accompanied him on a number of chores and errands he had to do in DC. We ate lunch in Dupont Circle. While we were eating, it seems my car alarm went off. When we got back, the trunk was open. At that point, i thought "How odd..." And left it at that. When we opened the trunk, the alarm went off. Which is standard on the Gray Ghost. But then after making sure that everything was in the car, I noticed that my windows were covered with grafitti written in purple marker. They said things like "Go Away, we live here," "Loud Alarm," "Shut up," "Honk honk honk," and my personal favorite "Alarm Offender." I may have to re-christen the Gray Ghost the Alarm offender. Matt and Nora found the whole thing extrememly hilarious. Of course, it was MY car, so I found it disturbing, especially since the offenders were undoubtedly watching from the windows nearby. After a while, I did find it funny though. So much, in fact, that it's still on the window. Matt's girlfriend is actually living on that street next year. It's known as quite the homosexual hot spot, from what I hear. Hence the nickname, "The Fruit Loop." There were a few men kissing next to us as we ate lunch, as a matter of fact. Not that I have a problem with that or anything. But I do like to tell people that my car was vandalized by homosexuals. Well, it sounds better than just saying it was vandalized. But we're past that. It's funny though.
    So Nora and I spent Saturday night haning out while Matt studied. We were going to see a movie at Union Sation, but we couldn't decide what movie to see, and when we did, we waited too long and it ended up being sold-out. So we hopped on the Metro back to Dupont. We just sat at the same fountain that we spent the afternoon at. It was a little creepier than it was during the day. But we sat there for about 2 hours on a bench and just talked. Nora seemed to think that there were certain conversational barriers between us.  I guess she was sorta right. I mean, it's tough when one of your best frinds dated another of your best friends.  But I was as honest with her as I could be about the whole her and Matt thing.  But it'd been so long since I'd seen her, that I wasn't sure what barriers she was talking about, since I could barely recall how it was before.  We were kinda impressed the next day how "grown-up" we were being, just talking. We had a surprisingly nice me, though. I can't really seem to express how cool it was. I haven't had that nice a talk with her in ages. More than a year. I was just glad that we didn't see the movie. We talked about a lot of shit, and it turns out we disagree about lots and lots of stuff, like personal and social accountability, pretentiousness, and vegetarianism. But we both respect the other's opinion, since we both recognize each other's massive intelligence. Anyway, we stayed the night at Matt's. She got the bed, I got the floor. But at least I didn't have to endure the scalpy smell of matt's bed and pillows.  The smell of scalp was a big issue wherever we were.  Matt's was particularly scalpy, since his curly hair prevents daily washing.  So Nora got the bed, but also the greasy smell of Matt's head.   The floor was kinda hard, though. I'm still a little sore.
 

Since Nora and I were tired of the vagabond lifestyle we'd been living for two days, we decided to stop bumming around DC, so we decided to go bum around Lexington. Since Jed couldn't make it, we thought we'd go see him. Plus, I was really missing Rodzilla for a while now. After her "I feel like we're growing apart" comment, I was a little edgy about the whole thing. After Nora woke me up at 8:30, yelling at me to get out so we could go,  we both promptly fell asleep again until 11:30. So we finally got to Lexington in the late afternoon. After waiting for Jed for about FOREVER, Rodzilla, Nora, Jed, and I went to dinner at the Palms. I was kinda nervous about Rodzilla meeting Nora, cos I hate it when my friends don't like my girlfriend. But Nora came through great. She was a lot more comfortable at dinner than I thought she'd be. Sometimes she can be kinda quiet in front of strangers. But she made good conversation, and tried to keep Rodzilla in on whatever we were talking about, even giving back-stories to her anecdotes. Anyway, Nora really liked Rodzilla, and vice versa, and I couldn't have asked for much more.

  I'm suddenly very tired, and Matt's computer is too much to handle right now. But there is a fantastic story from Lexington that has to be told. Believe me, I don't normally say that my life is all that interesting, but this one is really, really cool. Sadly enough, I think I did it largely so I could write about it. Maybe tomorrow then.
 

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