It always feels weird going to Brendens shindigs. Perhaps because here we all are sitting around a porch, 50% of everybody is over 40, and the other 49% are pre-teen, and then there is me.
Of course we get to talking, I’m there, sipping on a beer and the stories come flying out from left field. Most of which require the kiddies to leave which in itself is hilarious but to make matters even more awkward for myself I often feel like I should be leaving the room too! When we eat, there are two tables setup. The "adult" table and the "kiddy" table.
Part of me wants to sit at the kiddy table again, and the other part of me wants to sip my coors light and puff on my cohiba with the adults.
I suppose I haven’t offically transitioned myself into that mindset yet, which in itself is odd. You would think being a 22 year old would mean your officially in the adult mindset. I know I am, but there is a part of me that wishes I was in elementary school, afraid of the girls with coodies, or playing with those cool building blocks that would put the marble in and watch it go. The days of science fairs, soccer tournements, cleaning the couches out for loose change and sneaking over to the Mrs Bairds bakery for twinkies. Long walks to Allsups for their awesome chimichangas/burritos, rug burns from me and my sister fighting or even coming home from a long day of playing to see my parents cuddling on the floor jamming out to Journey.
I never realised it, until now, that my parents laying together on the floor was pretty similiar to what I’m doing now, just in our own sepearate ways.
Its amazing how life works out, and even more so how amazing one minute your completly oblivious, and the next second everything all seems to make sense.
I found myself smiling as I grabed my Caprisun and puffing on my stogy. Of course, everybody laughed and poked fun, who drinks a caprisun and smokes a stogy at the same time? I guess I’m the only one! One of these days though when I’m old and gray, I’ll tell the neighborhood kids I had a Cohiba and Caprisun back in my younger years.
Perhaps I’ll get a laugh …
I’ll post more tommorow. Until then, I’m pooped.
-kc
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