Last night, I celebrated Jason's birthday along with several of his closest, and funnest friends. Of course we all had too much to drink....which made it an even more eventful evening. Rob though, was sober enough (THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH!) to drive my car so I wouldn't have to leave it far from Jason's abode. Anyway, those martinis just goes down smoothly. Of course since it was happy hour, we didn't have a whole lot of food. Suffice to say, drunkenness came quick and hard. Rob --who I have to say is AWESOME! (not just because he drove my car but he is nice, sweet, very thoughtful, but most of all he makes my Jason happy) took charge and drove drunken asses back to Jason's and ordered pizza. Yay! We then took a cab to Apex (formerly known as Badlands). I lasted about 5 minutes there. My asthma kicked in and had to stay outside to catch my breath lest I stay and passout from lack of oxygen in my brain. (stupid me I forgot my inhaler) We don't want that. I ended up staying outside longer for I was being entertained by the passers by and the men who were flowing in and out of the club. It was quite amusing. Oddly enough, I actually was very content sitting on the sidewalk just people watching. Go figure! Anyway, awesome Rob (I think I shall dub him that!) came out to check up on me since I haven't gone back in. We ended up chit-chatting and making fun of people for a bit. We went back in to check up on the others and they were pretty happy. It didn't take long until we left the place and headed back to Jason's. Jace, blew up the air mattress and I passed out not too long after that. So much so that I failed to hear the hanky panky goings on in the apartment. I think that's a good thing. hahahahha! Of course true to myself, I woke-up around 5:30am after around 2 hours of sleep. See, whenever I get drunk, I wake-up early. I think it's my body's way in teaching me a lesson. "Don't drink too much fool or you'd be waking up early and hating life." Thank goodness I didn't have a hangover. That's something new. I guess in my older age I've actually learned to hydrate myself so that the after effects of alcohol would not be too brutal. THANK YOU WISDOM! And so the nite ended. Fun isn't' it?
A celebration of the time we first took a peek into the world from our inception 9 months prior. The time where everything is good and promising. Just before the time where innocence is snuffed right out of us and we become jaded and hateful. Good thing some don't lose that sense of innocence and purity. Some can actually appreciate things despite everything else bad in the world, and sees the beauty shining through. Jason's one of those....though at times he hates the world or maybe just bits and pieces of it or is it, he hates the world and love only bits and pieces? Oh who knows...still love him for his cynicism. It makes him funny. But would I really want to have back THAT much innocence? I have to say though, compared to many, I have a lot of innocence left in me. I haven't experienced life like others. I'm pretty sheltered from the crazy world and have been lucky enough to have what I have now and appreciate the finer things in life without too much of a worry. Should I be concerned about that? I'm not sure. At least I try to be open minded. I'm willing to learn and see/experience things. I don't want to limit myself to what I know because I'll be missing out on so much.
Which takes me to the issue of work. There is this opportunity for me a youth minister. At first I was excited. I was up for the challenge. But is it something I really want to do? Should I just cut my losses and turn my back on a learning experience --good OR bad? I haven't a clue what to do. I need someone to just make the decision for me and I'll do it. But I won't learn that way huh? Decisions and experience are the learning tools life gives us. We grow as a person making them....especially the hard ones, the life alterning ones. Though we can't just push aside the small decisions we make for they are small turns we make on our life's journey. Make them enough, your course will be altered significantly. Ah, lots to think of after birth. Why grow up when things get complicated? I guess I wouldn't have met Jason if I didn't grow up. Then I would have lost plenty of experiences. Thank God for a boy named Jason.
But let me tell you about Jason. I love him to death. I've known him since high school (believe it or not). He's one of those rare finds that when you finally get a chance to have him as a friend, you wouldn't want anything else. He's someone you can hold everyone else to. We're not at all mushy but I finally had a chance to say that to him...made him a little teary eyed. Our friendship is one of those that you don't have to work hard on because it just is....perfect. We can both trust that we both have each other's backs. That we can pick up each other's spirits even if we haven't seen each other forever. We've seen tough times together even if proximity wise we weren't but in spirit we were there. Holding on to each other like we are actually present yet it is through each other's spoken words it materializes. Jason has taught me how to love unconditionally and that cussing when timed correctly is actually an appropriate response. He's opened the world to me in many ways without even making an effort or a conscious decision. He'll take you on a journey that you would definitely want to be a part of. I am blessed to have him as a friend. And a Happy Birthday to you, my dear.
Jason's Corner
perhaps the year of my birth is a dream...a fantasy. could it just simply be that i have always existed. i certainly can't remember a time before me. why should anyone else have that opportunity. it's not that it's all about me. it just seems slightly unfair that there should exist a time in my loved ones life that affects them in a way i cannot. similarly, perhaps i will always exist. it lies outside the realm of my thoughts that one day i may not exist. why should it be that those i know will one day know a day without me. i don't claim to understand this notion of living....birth and death.
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