Thank goodness that’s over

Yeah, so today was Thanksgiving. My hunny went out of town, but I didn’t– I hadn’t been able to make plans in advance, and he had told me that after flying halfway across the country, there’d be an 8-hour drive (to Ohio, and I hate Ohio!). So I didn’t go.

Fortunately, friends remembered me, and Kat invited me to dinner at Cathaus. I got more and more nervous as the time of the dinner approached, esp. since there was a lot of stuff I had wanted to do today and didn’t get around to. But I went, and was only 15 minutes late, and the people who tried my dill/garbanzo bean salad liked it.

Being there was really awkward in a lot of ways. The worst, though, was that C. was there, and she stopped returning my phone calls in July. That’s 4 months of missing my friendship with her, and missing out on hanging out with her baby. I run into the dad when he’s out with the baby all the time. (they are no longer a couple, as far as i know, but he lives on a street that is on my way home from work on many days when i have work) Apparently she is moving out of my old house and into the Cathaus, or at least that was the impression that I got tonight. I mostly ignored her, because it is all just too awkward, and because, frankly, if you ignore me, I’m going to ignore you. Like gets like, as the old folks say.

I did get to meet a few people, including someone who posts to Indybay a lot. At least I think that was hir! When sie said hir name, I was like…. “?? I should know this name.” And then when I got home, it occurred to me- that was Philippe Lonestar (apparently pronounced Felipe), wasn’t it? Neat.

Danita asked me if I was still living in that little apartment she’d been to years ago. I was like, “I don’t think you’ve been to my house.” I think she was referring to the place I moved out of 4 years ago!! Z and I have been in this place for 2.5 years, now. I can’t believe it’s been so long.

Sometimes it’s fun to be Debbie Downer, especially when I think I can get away with it because I’ve been mostly positive-acting. Like, I mentioned that when I called my mother, she was like, “Yep, I’m heading out to the cemetary to see your grandparents- today’s the anniversary (4 years) of your grandmother’s death.” That’s how it is in my family.

A few minutes ago I looked at the Slingshot that I brought home from the dinner. I read Ashley’s really nice article about Honza. I also noticed that Indybay was not attributed for my photo of him that was printed in the paper. Oh, well. Let it be known that I took that photo, I think at the WTO protest in Sacramento all those years ago (2003? that’s not so many years!)

The good old days seem so far away…tomorrow is Buy Nothing Day, which is the anniversary of the very first time I ever kissed Pookie.

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