People are strange...
Saturday night. Well, Saturday day, I talk to Carly and plan to meet her at 6:30 at Cornwall's in Kenmore Square. Then I talk to my friend's wife and hear that he's been moved back home, and I'm still not sure if I should visit, or if I even can. We'll see, I guess. Anyway, 6:30 at Cornwall's. Except she falls asleep and it ends up being more like 7:45, but that's cool. Gave me a chance to watch lots of apparently fragile people run back and forth, fleeing from the scarce raindrops that seems to pass as "rain" these days. Seriously, folks, a few drops of water aren't going to kill you. Relax.
Anyway, we had some nice dinner, though I managed to rattle a ketchup bottle off the neighboring table, sending it crashing to the ground. Fortunately, the people who were outside with us (and who drunkenly claimed "Oh, you're gonna be part of the conversation!", and they were right) told the waitress that some jackass had walked by and knocked the bottle over, and we thanked them. Ate and drank and chatted, made fun of the sea of umbrellas passing by, and did indeed get pulled into the conversation of the drunk people every so often.
But they weren't necessarily just a bunch of drunk people. They turned out to be pretty interesting, two guys who met three others from the nearby photography school, they all just ended up talking and hanging out together. Lindey (Lindsey?), the girl who seemed obsessed with dicks and toes and god knows what else, ended up leaving with...whatissname, some guy, Tony's friend. Tony, the guy studying religion and who seemed to be an all-around cool fella, showed me how to smoke a pipe - or I tried anyway, didn't exactly get the hang of it. Ben, the photography guy who really just ended up whining a whole lot about how BU students suck and how he would be going home alone and not getting laid, and though I think that was his roundabout way of hitting on Carly, it was pretty weak. But I guess he was okay. And then Jen, the girl who I thought was a lesbian mostly due to her hairstyle, but I think she was somewhat interested in me, I dunno. That was a bit strange.
Talked about movies as the group slowly dwindled, and then we parted ways, and it took me like a friggin hour to get home because the MBTA decided to disband their Night Owl service awhile back even though a lot of people used it. But since the people who really used it were Hispanic janitors, they figured it wasn't worth it to keep it running. So I waited on the damn trains as they sat for ten minutes apiece, eager to catch every last drop of drunken moron at 1am. Meh.
Sat on a Winthrop bus alone thinking, have I ever really been alone? I claim that I do well alone, that I can get by, that I don't actually need anyone. But I don't think that's true. What would I do if I really had no one? If everyone was gone? Just curl up and die, I guess, cease to function, cease to be, I don't know. No idea. Anyway well, this steak and cheese sub is pretty awesome, even if it is cold.