|Sunday January 31st 1999||
|I wish tomorrow were March 1.|
|My strength is as the strength of ten,
Because my heart is pure.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table.
The love song of J. Alfred Prufrock
Well, yesterday was fun. I went out for breakfast to the Sunset and saw the familiar faces with their kind words and encouragement. I got a haircut and took the next logical step out of the mire. I went out with a bunch of friends.
Craig and his girlfriend D invited me to go to dinner and bowling with them. At first my reaction was not entirely enthusiastic but I figured it has been a long time since I have been out and partied, this would be as good a time as any. So I jumped in the truck and pointed it towards Sherway Gardens. From there we drove to Rocco's Plum Tomato which is just around the corner, a nice little Italian restaurant which Gerry has been encouraging me to try for months. The place was busy, we chatted for a while standing in the lobby and finally were seated next to the bird cage in the smoking section. We looked over the menus, we shot a few comments around about the staff and the decor and proceeded to order our food. Just as the first round of drinks appeared, L and B turned up. L and B also both went to Western however I did not know B at the time. L and her best friend K were roommates on 6-Lower in Saugeen-Maitland Hall in their first year at Western. I was their Don and I lived on 6-Middle. Coincidentally, Connie lived on 6-Upper that year so it was very much like a little 6-Unit reunion last night. I remember L and K well from Saugeen and as the night progressed many stories of drunken debauchery were relived and recounted with animated excitement. It is hard to believe that I haven't seen these girls in 8 years. It all seems like just yesterday. L and B settled in and ordered drinks and once the conversation had started to flow once again, K arrived. This made our party complete.
They are definitely a lively bunch, it was really nice to get out and have fun with older, more mature (I suppose that's the feeling I got) people, the atmosphere was so different than what I have experienced in the last couple of years. We finished our calamari and pasta e fagioli zuppa and headed out for the alley. By this time, everyone had relaxed, Craig, B and I were in to the details of the Superbowl, discussing relative wallet sizes and various disgusting bathroom stories. It was the first time I had met D and her friends and I have to say it was a go right from the start. At the bowling alley things started to pick up. I am proud to say that my 152 came out victorious, even though bowling is really not my thing. There was more beer, more laughs and I got to talk to K. It was fun to reminisce a little and to find out what had happened since school finished. Still odd though that their first year was my 5th, so they have only been out for 3 or 4 years. It had just been K's birthday on Jan 19 and subsequently we found out that we are all born around the same time. From what I can recall, K is Jan 19, I am Feb 20, D is Feb 29 and Craig is March 3. There was another February birthday in there somewhere but it was really odd, everyone born within a couple of months of each other. By the time everyone was bowled out, the beer had flowed and we were all ready to hit the pub. We went to B's local, the Harp in Port Credit and met up with "The Port Credit Crowd". More talk, more drinks and more conversation and before I knew it the place was closing up and kicking us out. Do you have any idea how long it has been since I closed a pub? Many years, let me tell you.
We strolled out into the night, colder than I had expected, and yet exhilarating with the sweet smack of freedom. The car ride back to Sherway was full of thank-you's and promises that tomorrow's Superbowl bash will be twice the fun. I bid my farewells to K, Craig and D and fired up the Jeep to bring me home. It's surprising how little traffic there is at 2:40 in the morning.
It has been too long since I have had that kind of a night. I really think it is what I needed. The ironic thing is that I didn't even notice that I had forgotten to take my pager until I returned home. I was like a dog without it's collar, scratching at the fleas hiding in my fur.
Maybe I was wrong about women my age, maybe they aren't all bitter twisted harridans out to seek revenge on the wrongdoings of their past lovers.
Wouldn't that be a surprise? Me being wrong, I mean.
|I am a man
More sinn'd against than sinning.
W. Shakespeare King Lear