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| one of those days when you laugh so hard your side hurts, and it's the best feeling in the world |
| 07.08.04 (6:40 pm) [edit] |
Yesterday was a feel good day. From working out to dressing up, we had a blast. Kelli and I decided to visit sean at work and after an awkward conversation with the hostess we finally sat at the table that reminds us of that week when everything felt numb and surreal and when we smiled the brightest and laughed the hardest...those were the days. Kelli and I got hit on by guys who were drunk enough to feel good about themselves but not drunk enough to have an excuse for the lame pick-up lines and pathetic conversation. (and I have to think how hard adam would laugh to know those infamous words,"hey y'all", were used as an invitation for company and how wrong they were) And I'll never forget Kelli's face as she tried to hold in the laughter and my polite conversation with one-word answers and how relieved we were when sean came to our rescue. The way they tried to sneak away from the table without being too embarassed and how ironic we thought it was that we were hit on while being waited on my boyfriend. "In sean's restaurant...you'd think they'd have more tact." And as simple as it ended, with a walk centered around the one thing only we understand and everyone wishes they understood...it was an awesome night. Cute outfits, good food, drunk guys, free coffee, laughing, shopping trips, caffinated best friends, and 2 miles of good conversation...I smiled a lot that night, and it was one of those nights when you lay down in bed, sigh and smile because things are that great.
And we saw him again today and it only made me more upset. Something about our past and present makes him something I can't ignore or even get used to. He's one of those memories that refuse to fade or even get dusty and I hate how he feels like that's okay.
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