I leave for vacation this evening. When I get back, I will officially put in notice, and then my life will become even more of a whirlwind then it already is.
Wednesday, I went to Break with some of the Astorians. I still suck at pool, though I am an adequate ping pong players. Through a series of coincidences and conversations, I wound up in a mood where I could write this to Michael the next morning: “…and it was awesome, and I love life. I love life so much; I want to give it a big hug.” (I met a boy, who will henceforth be known at Hot-Libertarian-Boy. Because he is so out of my league hot, but we went out after Break, and we talked, and HE ASKED ME IF I WAS A LIBERTARIAN, and so of course I had to kiss him)
Last night, CK took me out to Jersey for well, an uber-Jersey night. We got good (and cheap!) food and a giant pitcher of sangria. We talked and talked about politics and philosophy and I love talking to him, because he gets it. Things make sense to him in the same way they do to me and there were lots of toasts to the Libertarian Revolution and some sillier plans for the creation of Teenage Mutant Ninja Tortoises named after existentialists.
We walked down Boulevard East and stopped to take in the amazing, panoramic view you have of the city from there. It was an absolutely beautiful evening and looking back I see now that I was able to look at the skyline without thinking of how I moved here for a boy. I can’t describe the view in anything but clichés; but I defy you to stand on the Promenade in West New York and not be in a little bit of awe. It’s a view you don’t get used to.
Chris really made the evening celebratory and I was touched. The restaurant we went to is a local place where he goes a lot, so he knows the owner and CK was bragging to him about me going off to Chicago for my PhD. I reminded him that that I’m not quite going for my PhD yet and he brushed that off with “Whatever. You will be.” He’s all like, proud of me and stuff. Again, I was very touched.
We wound up in a dive bar in Guttenberg, drinking beer and listening to people sing karoke, and I am not kidding when I report every other song was a Bon Jovi song. I can basically talk to CK about anything, and going over some recent developments, he pointed out the same conclusions I’ve come to. I don’t know if they’re right, but we think alike and it’s nice to know I’m not completely crazy.
We did a lot of toasting last night to Jersey and reminisced about our smugness during the transit strike.
I’m really going to miss Chris. As I told him “I know you don’t like to think of us as you know, friends, but you’re the first friend I made when I moved to the city.”
And he replied. “We’re friends. I’ve accepted it. But I still hate you.”
Thanks CK. That’s why I love you 
(Well, it helps that you’re a Libertarian from Jersey)
(Well, it helps that you’re a Libertarian from Jersey)
