Ten minutes after sitting down at my desk yesterday I was deluged with bad news and horror stories. People who upped and quit, a man who found out the mother of his children was dying, another man who found that his brother had killed his sister-in-law with a hammer. It was a twisted welcome back to the real world.
But we held on. I talked to Kevin, Adriana, Alyssa, and Jacqueline yesterday. Alyssa, Jenn, Mike, Collette, Fish, Steve, Nicole and several other people from past years added me on Facebook. Throughout the day we posted pictures, videos, and random notes and comments. We were not letting go. Everyone said the same thing, it was great, they can't believe it's over, they miss it.
See we did something. Not something all that incredible or unique, but something. Something special. And even if it all goes screwy after this, at least for one day we all thought it was something worth hanging on to.
Today I went to a wake for the sister of one of my mechanics, I received a rude surprise about a problem that I thought was long behind us, suffered the indignation of being blamed for the folly of things that I had long fought against, dealt with the horror of a bus full of people being destroyed on the road, and had the strangest conversation about my proclivity for hanging out in dive bars with go-go dancers that I've had in quite awhile.
All in all it was a day that begged for a drink that wasn't coming.
So tonight I'll head home, try to tidy up my disaster of a house just a little bit, try and catch up on some tv shows I've been missing the past few days, try to get some time in on the treadmill, and try to get some sleep.
Whole lot of trying for one little night if you ask me, but what else can I do?
I've all of a sudden got some free time I'm not using to fight my demons, and I've got to fill it with something don't I?
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