as i mentioned in a previous post, i'd gotten word from EF's roommate (and a friend of mine) that EF misses me. i, naturally, pooh-poohed the notion, since i think that, not having seen each other in two and a half years and not having been friends with each other for almost five years probably falls somewhere under the category of Having Moved On And Forgotten All About It.
but then, on friday afternoon, i got this text from EF's cell (names changed to protect the truly innocent):
hey do you wanna play laser tag for my brother's birthday on Sunday? lemme know
um, HUH?
i was confused. i couldn't comprehend that EF had invited me to his kid brother's birthday gig, especially since history told me that these things usually just consisted of the siblings and the parents, and maybe one old family friend. why me? had [jujubees], EF's kid brother, asked if i could be there? if so, how could i find out without sounding paranoid? i mean, if the kid specifically wanted me there, i would maybe go. but if it's just some oddball idea of EF's, well, no thanks!
after some further consideration, i tho't that perhaps it wasn't really EF who had texted the invitation to me, but his sister (using his cell phone, obviously), since she and i have remained good friends all this time, and it's exactly the kind of thing she'd do. so, thinking it was her, i wrote back:
Ur bro [jujubees]? What day?
to which EF rather brusquely -- and rightly so, since (a) he only has one brother and (b) he'd already told me what day -- replied:
sunday
i immediately felt sheepish. my bad.
i also realized, based on the terse answer from EF, that it WAS EF who had contacted me. immediately, warning signals started flashing. i mean, don't get me wrong; [jujubees] is a fantastic kid, and normally i'd love to go and celebrate his birthday and hang out with EF's sister and their dad, who i also really enjoy. but the event itself was too personal, too intimate. i mean, really? really??? who does that? who invites an ex-friend to their little brother's birthday party?
so, i lied. i wrote back:
BUMMER! Alas, this Sunday is spoken for. Thanks for the invite!
*sigh*
i hate lying. HATEHATEHATEHATEHATE IT!
but the Truly Gutless -- c'est moi -- often must lie in order to avoid potentially painful situations.
but wait! there's more!
the next day, i got a missed call from EF. this time, he didn't leave a message, so -- against my better judgment -- i sent him this text:
what's up?
to which he replied:
not much hey are you still blogging
me:
Some, but not much at the [insert name of political blog to which i contribute] lately. Are you thinking of writing?
EF:
just started something if you wanna check it out. [name of EF's new blog]
o.k.
o.k.
weird, right? i mean, SO WEIRD! and now, a day and a half removed from the whole thing, i find that i can't tell if i'm glad, or if i'm dreading any potential fall-out from the whole thing.
ultimately, tho', what i really think is that i'm thinking too much about it. that is to say, now, as i'm writing this post, i'm thinking a lot about it, and my stomach is churning. truthfully, tho', i hardly tho't about it at all today.
huh.
so, then, maybe this is all just a bs post and there's nothing worth mentioning after all. well! who knew?
*sigh*
how old am i? oh, yeah, that's right: TOO FUCKING OLD! ;-)
peace, babies!
