Conspiracy of One: Outside the Ropes
Confusion runs rampant these days. I can honestly say it ended perfectly: a Saturday that left me alone and devoid of any plans. However, it all begins on Thursday.
Thursday was the company party in Redondo Beach, even though it felt more like Torrance. Started horribly due to schedule meltdown, but ended far better than the last one. In other words, there was a degree of dancing, and it is not a secret that I love to bust a move every once in a while. In fact, I feel it should be mandatory that dancing occur in order to promote a loosened up atmosphere. The party also doubled as a farewell event, as our fearless leader is leaving us for another shore. Anywho, good times, good food, good fun. The environment was very preferable in contrast to the previous gala. One for the record books, if I may declare it.
Friday was a bit more touchy, as it was my mother’s birthday. I really pissed her off a couple days ago, so I was not necessarily sure if I should be present. Sure enough, there were a couple of rough spots. Overall, a decent night, due to Benihana Restaurant’s insistence on hiring hilarious chefs.
Saturday, tonight, last night, whatever, was for the most part, whatever. The one thing I can’t seem to plan against is the absence of Jordan and Brandon. Pretty much, if they’re unavailable, my day off is worthless. Continuing that note, I fielded an offer from old Dana classmate Taylor, and well, I found myself in Redondo Beach driving around aimlessly. In all honesty, I only went because old Dana classmate Megan was there. Once in the midst, I soon discovered my presence was pointless, as the road since middle school has split significantly. For what it’s worth, I’m from El Segundo; they’re from Mira Costa. There’s a distinct clash of attitudes and culture that simply put, wasn’t for me. The real shock was Megan…she’s not the girl I remember from years back, and maybe that’s a good thing. At the very least, she’s developed wonderfully…mind out the gutter, mind out the gutter. Where was I?
Oh yes, well, that added to my anxiety over my feelings for girls, so I’m pretty much fucked mentally. I’m not sure what I want, but I’m definitely sure what I don’t want. Lust aside, it’s a conundrum. Being in giant Acura vehicle can help you realize these things. Yet with all this insight, the only thing I’ve been able to do was something I’ve been trying to avoid:
Buying sports fan gear.
In a couple of weeks, I’ll be able to customize my Angels jerseys with the patented “GUY 17”, a plus. Also, the Team Canada Steve Nash jerseys will be here soon, and well, that’s where I’m stuck. I’d rather be stuck in a relationship instead of buying stuff that will invariably make my closet rod collapse or give me a headache when deciding clothes. Thanks to Megan, I at least have one avenue more traveled. Thanks, kiddo. We’ll probably never talk with the passion I’d like; hell, we’ll probably never talk again. It’s a given she’d never give me a chance to show the masterpiece that is Basic Offense. Charge this one to the game, bartender; the next round’s on me. Skibbedebebop. Much later.
Current Track – The Fray “How To Save A Life”