Well…last night I got to see a bunch of people I haven’t seen in ages, and it was great. I tried new drinks, tasted non-alcoholic beer (gross)…and while I thought I was recovered and okay. But by the time I left the building, I was briefly a different person than the one that walked in. And I’m a little embarassed. But you’ll laugh when you read this, I hope. I am now.
What was that straw that broke the camel’s back, you ask?  Well bless his lil heart…he couldn’t have known anything that had been going on…but someone I used to date who I haven’t seen in 6 years walked in with a friend of mine. I almost didn’t recognize him, but I vaguely recall the words “yep, I know Aaron…he was my first boyfriend” coming out of his mouth and that hit me like a ton of bricks for some reason. And make no mistake kids, it’s not because I wasn’t over it.  It’s more because I had a rush of memories all hit me at one time and it was less than optimal timing. Let me analogize… Yes, it’s actually a word.
When the human mind has any sequence of events occur, it is like water hitting glass. Eventually the water runs off or dries. But when the series of events are more like hailstones…even the toughest glass is still just glass. And for a minute, I managed to lose face entirely in front of my friends.  I was visibly hurting. I don’t do that in public. I’m very good at not letting you know how I really feel when I deem it appropriate. Call that deceitful if you want. I call it being a guy in a bar. We all go to places like a bar to escape what’s outside.
Well I proved to myself (and anyone else who managed to see my face drain of all color) that even I, the great and powerful 27 year old who has the might of calm for miles…has a mind of glass like everyone else. Last night it didn’t crack, but the sealant on my pane of glass finally erroded in one corner. It’s a good thing that a certain friendly adversary of mine was there to correct me and patch the hole quickly and efficiently.Â
I had forgotten…that he had just been through nearly the same hailstorm as me. And he put me back in place like a pro. But then this certain friend did something I never should have let him do. He bought me a red-bull & vodka to “calm me down”. HA!!!! The ONLY reason I said yes was because I must have been drunk. Sadly, as I am one who feels bad for doing this with a gift, I did not finish it. Instead, I walked around the block with my boyfriend so he could walk off some of the alcohol. Then when we went back in, I eventually confessed that I wanted to go home. I fell asleep watching Under Siege.
This morning, as usual when I drink it…I woke up feeling the red-bull coarsing through my veins like gasoline in a car. I’m not a big guy. It’s not a great feeling. But ya know what a great feeling is? I have great friends. Love ‘em all. We all have different purposes in each other’s lives, and last night we all fulfilled them together. Whether it was saying hi after 6 years or briefly catching up from a week prior….one thing we all understand is that some people need Windex…others need new sealant…and some just need repair.
To quote my boyfriend…there can be no pleasure without a little bit of pain. Hence my finally changing the face of the site. They say red is a power color. Well…I feel my power returning. It’s most definitely a new day.
(Part the readers won’t get but someone will if someone else contacts him, which I think they will since I don’t know how to….  It wasn’t your fault I had a crappy night. Sorry we didn’t get to talk more.  I’m glad you still have the drawing.Â
 What I forgot to tell you is…I discovered that my name was spelled with incorrect symbols on the necklace…so I wonder if the drawing is too?)