I dont even know where to begin. The last week will go down in history as one of the most surreal weeks of my life. I should be happy that Im back again, nice and warm and sleeping in my own bed, but I wish I was still at Sundance where Jen and Chelle are, soaking in the snow and the stars and the spotlight.
It was amazing. So what shall I start with first: the slutty part or the starry-eyed party-hopping part?
Sure, I felt shitty after getting called out on the fact that I chase men with wild abandon. Not just here. Don’t think that this is one person doing the calling, okay? And Ive done quite a bit of thinking about that. And Ive honestly come to the conclusion that no, men are not the most important thing in my life. Sure, Im selfish. Sure, I tend to thrive on attention. Both true (why else would I post a public diary?). Its also true that I could be a much better friend. I could be more sensitive and caring and loving and giving (yes, even with my time especially with my time). I agree that I need to work on that.
But Im not a bad person. I think Im just letting myself give in to the fact that Ive had some amazing things come my way lately, and Im not 100% sure how to handle them. But I damn sure know that I want to record these things and heres where Im going to do it.
So lets back up to where I left off. New York. I was wondering if Id ever hear from the 22-year-old while I was writing that entry on the airplane. As it turns out, I mustve been thinking about him so much that he caught my vibes and called while I was on the plane. He left a message that I returned before I even exited. We made an agreement to see each other the next night.
So fine and good. I went about my couple of workdays, and then the next evening, he called, we had drinks, we talked like, a lot. It was not your normal bada-bing that I thought it might be. No. I suppose if you completely overlooked the fact that Im 15 years older than he is, you might think that there was something there. Alas, I know there wont be anything there.
But the conversation was actually quite fascinating. Hes quite accomplished. And smart. And talented. Aaahh if I were 15 years younger ..he wouldnt want to have anything to do with me, Im sure.
So the night was fantabulous. And the next morning, I woke him just to make sure he wasnt going to be late for school (you think Im kidding?), and kissed him goodbye, and left him beautifully draped in a sheet, sleeping. Oh the image .
Worked most of the day and then boarded a plane headed for Salt Lake Cityvia Cincinnati. Sounds simple, right? Not so fast. Lets talk about the blizzard in Cincinnati that blew through as soon as we landed.
The departures sign told me that my flight to SLC would be delayed two hours. Whaddya gonna do? Go to the bar and make friends, thats what. So I hung out with Darla on her way to Florida. And then I hung out with two guys headed for St. Louis. And then the bar shut down, so I moved to another terminal where the two St. Louis guys met me. After I ordered a drink and some food, I realized that I probably should go check to make sure my plane was on time. Asked the St. Louies if they would watch for my food while I went to check on my plane. Sure enough, the plane was boarding, so buh-bye to my salad and St. Lou-s.
Verrrrry long story short, after an almost three hour delay, it took another three hours of sitting on the runway to wait for the plane to be de-iced. And then it took over another hour before we even took off! By that time it was well after 1am, and we still had a three-hour flight.
Oh man I hate to do this, but Im going to have to end here for now. I am incredibly exhausted and have come to a stopping point. Now.
More later.
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