Syracuse 9/18/2002
I went up to Syracuse on Saturday afternoon. I got there around four o'clock. I saw Erin and Justin before they saw me. Justin lost sooo much weight...He looks so good... ::sigh:: Erin looks the exact same. I din;t know why, but I expected her to look different.
It was so weird going back into our old dorm. Justin now lives on the second floor in a single directly above the room he had last year. Erin has a huge RA room on the third floor. We hung out in her room, eating snacks, watching t.v., playing on the computer, and just being our regular goofy selves. Dionne was at work. We were going to meet up with her at the Italian Fest in downtown Syracuse. I met Matt, an RA from another dorm, and Erin's quasi-boyfriend. Erin is currently dating two boys. One from Oklahoma, who she met on-line a few years ago, and Matt. When asked if she was sleeping with the both of them, Erin shrugged and said, "Not yet, but it may come to that." It was the only thing that really bothered me...That's just shady...
Anyway, so we all crammed into Erin's BMW and went to pick up Dionne. I was trying to convince Justin to let me lay across his and Dionne's laps, but he kept insisting that we just sit. Damn...
The Italian Fest was awesome. Apparently, they have one every year, but we didn;t know about it last year. They had Italian-made cars, Italian music, Italian food...God I love Italians. I love Italian boys and anything relating to Italy. The only thing that ruined it for me was that I REALLY needed to go to the bathroom, but the only thing around was Porta-Potties. The boys kept cheering 'Do it!' but the whole thing just shaded me out...so I suffered in silence.
The food was awesome, and I was having a great time with my old crew. I refer to them as the Musketeers or the Stooges, which Matt thought was entertaining. We met up with some friends of Justin's and we walked to a nearby park to just hang out and talk. There were beautiful fountains nearby, but its one of the worst things to be around (for two hours) when you really have to pee.
One glitch in the night was that my necklace broke. My father bought me this pretty little silver rope chain when I got home last spring. It was pretty expensive. He had bought it for me because 'he was so proud of me.' My grades weren't that great, and I knew he had bought it for me to cheer me up. The clasp broke, so I put it in my bag for safe-keeping. I had it the next day at the bus station on my way back to Binghamton, but when I looked in my bag at my dorm, it was gone. I felt like crying. On the flip side, I still have my Star of David, which was hanging on the chain. It's an unusual star--there is a different colored rhinestone at each triangle, all set in a fairly thick silver star. Anyone who sees me makes a compliment on my star. I've had it since I was eleven, and have worn it for nearly every day since then. A woman my dad used to know used to make them...there are no other ones like it, that I know of...so at least I have the star. I'm not a religious person, but having that star just comforts me. It represents my family more than a religious belief, if that makes any sense.
That night, we ended up playing the card game Asshole and drinking in the room. Apparently, the five of us have much higher tolerances than I thought because 3/4 bottle of Rasberry Smirnoff disappeared without anyone getting buzzed. That, and I spilled my specially made punch (two shots worth of vodka) onto Justin's carpet and ruined my cards. (Erin threw up on my old deck last year, so she gave me a new deck that weekend as a belated gift). We ordered pizza, cheesy bread, and Cinna-Stix from Dominoes, just like old times and went back up to Erin's room to watch a movie. Unfortunately, I fell asleep around three in the morning.
We went to Bruegger's Bagels the next afternoon for brunch, before I took a bus home. Let me tell you, if all the food places in the world spontaneously combusted, and the only places left were Bruegger's Bagels, I wouldn't care. I miss that place. It's right across the street from SU. Binghamton doesn't have one. The next time I go up, I'm coming with a cooler and mad amounts of money, so I can stock myself up on their bagels and flavored cream cheeses.
Going back onto the bus, Dionne, Erin, and Justin all took turns saying good-bye. As Justin was about to give me one of his cheap hugs, I started giving him a lecture on how to give a hug. Last year, as we were leaving for the summer, he gave me a quickie good-bye and a P.O.S. hug. Justin's reply to my comments were, "Well, you didn't even tell anyone you were leaving. If you had, I would've given you a better hug."
He gave me a bone-crunching hug that lifted me off my feet. I know he was joking, but I kept thinking about his comments all the way back to Binghamton. I'm not a really good friend to them. They're so awesome to me, and I didn't even tell them I wouldn't be coming back.
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