The other day we went to the house party of AN, who's a friend of a friend. It was supposed to be a morning party, I think, except people kept filtering in and out, and we left at maybe two in the morning, though in my defence I got there only in the evening so it wasn't too much of a bother.
It turns out -- and what are the effing chances here -- that AN is married to AS, somebody I met with BT exactly ten years ago in Boston, when they had been over to the Beantown to attend some event or other. I remember the event exactly, but don't wish to delve into the details. Anyway, in my memory, AS looked like she did when I saw her last, but in real life she didn't...she looks incredibly good, but even the best-looking people don't look at 29 what they do when they're 19. And that made me realize the passage of time, my stay in this goddamn country, and how everything's moved. She asked me what I'd been upto since, and I said...not much...still the same neighborhood, the same things, yadda yadda yadda. She'd been up and down in the East Coast, gotten married to her longterm love, moved to the PNW, and lived in very well decorated apartment.
Ten years, man. A lot of water has flown under the bridge. What have we accomplished, are the next ten years going to be the same, what if this is all there is to it, where are we going, and why aren't we doing enough to get where we want to be at.
Hard questions, I fuckin' hate thinking about these things, I'll put in a different post actually navel-gazing at these issues.
It was a fanta-fucking-stick night, by the way, and things have been so great. It's just...time's flown, and I'm not lovinggg the situation.
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