(and yes, I like that band)
I had a good time last night - I went down to Old Faithful (the Banshee) with the girl, Airman Peters. I also ran into my old friend from Butte days Brian and his girl friend Shasta, who joined us randomly for a double date.
Now here's the thing - Shasta's older sister Crystal and I had a lot of classes together and I kinda had a thing for her in a big way. I haven't seen her in a year or so, so I asked how she was doing. Apparently she's married. "Yeah", Brian said, "and apparently she was really really into you, ain't that funny?". I asked about her husband, and Shasta rolls her eyes. "He's an oaf", she said, "a complete oaf. Crystal, who graduates in Anthropology at the top of her class, marries an oaf and is destined to make babies and live in Oroville for the rest of her life".
I was just kinda stunned.
I mean, Crystal was the type of girl who was a) drop dead gorgeous, b) motivated for success, and c) smarter than ME. Oh yeah, and she had great fashion too. So here's the thing - I spent the entire trip driving back to Davis musing on her circumstance and just being completely disturbed. You know, I used to be into the whole sanctity of marriage thing back in the day, but in this case I believe the higher calling is fullfilment of self! I've half a mind to get her number, invite her out for coffee to catch up on old times, and just say "hey, I'm still very much into you - I've 40,000 a year plus living expensives and the opportunity to travel around the country, what do you say?".
Is that really so bad? Am I just being exceptionally jealous? I don't know. But I am disturbed for her. I still apparently care enough for her that I can't just seem to let this go. Isn't that aweful? When you really care about someone but missed out and can't do anything anymore but watch them fade into the mundane?
Geeze...
I'm gonna be up all night again... :-P
Two months until I ship out...
Monday, July 28, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
last event?
Ah, just got back from the one fabulous event we have out here in Cali. It's called "Duncan's Mills", in the North Bay area - think coastal mountains, large green trees and copious amounts of fog in the mornings, and you have it. It's also one of the few "combined" events in Cali which means there was a lot of participation. We tend to average between 800 and 1000.
Anyway it was also quite possibly my last event for the next few years, at least out here in Cali. I camped out with my hardcore friends in the 69th, a very laid back group of guys. We had great rations this week - a side of the best smoaked bacon I've ever laid a knife into at a reenactment! We also were one of the few units to break camp every formation, so we go out in full marching kit unlike most of the other farbs. I also did some drill and one battle with my other hard core friends, the Syke's Regulars. They're all embittered reenactors and it's fun to be in line with them and mock everyone around us under our breath... hahah
The battles were lame. But they always are. I tend to take a hit in the first ten minutes of battle. There was an awesome very authentic horse drawn ambulence that would trot on over, and corpsmen would come rushing out with stretchers and pile us up and into the wagon, which after a short but bumpy ride would drop us into the hospital staging area where we would moan in a blue mass for a while, succomb to various and sundry wounds, and sleep.
Reenacting is all about finding time to settle down into your pack and sleep. Hahah
The cool thing was at battalion formation on Sunday, the Adjutent in the general announcements told everyone I was was going into the service and headed off to OCS and 400+ men gave me a rousing three cheers. That was really cool, I nearly cried. A lot of those guys on battalion staff are guys I've grown up with and several of them are enlisted reservists. Funny how we've all made the same decisions...
But anyways I'm home now with the sorest neck I've ever had. Just popped two ibuprofens and I never ever take pills! That's how bad... geeze... I guess I was too sloshed each night to realize I was sleeping in a bad position...haha!
Anyway it was also quite possibly my last event for the next few years, at least out here in Cali. I camped out with my hardcore friends in the 69th, a very laid back group of guys. We had great rations this week - a side of the best smoaked bacon I've ever laid a knife into at a reenactment! We also were one of the few units to break camp every formation, so we go out in full marching kit unlike most of the other farbs. I also did some drill and one battle with my other hard core friends, the Syke's Regulars. They're all embittered reenactors and it's fun to be in line with them and mock everyone around us under our breath... hahah
The battles were lame. But they always are. I tend to take a hit in the first ten minutes of battle. There was an awesome very authentic horse drawn ambulence that would trot on over, and corpsmen would come rushing out with stretchers and pile us up and into the wagon, which after a short but bumpy ride would drop us into the hospital staging area where we would moan in a blue mass for a while, succomb to various and sundry wounds, and sleep.
Reenacting is all about finding time to settle down into your pack and sleep. Hahah
The cool thing was at battalion formation on Sunday, the Adjutent in the general announcements told everyone I was was going into the service and headed off to OCS and 400+ men gave me a rousing three cheers. That was really cool, I nearly cried. A lot of those guys on battalion staff are guys I've grown up with and several of them are enlisted reservists. Funny how we've all made the same decisions...
But anyways I'm home now with the sorest neck I've ever had. Just popped two ibuprofens and I never ever take pills! That's how bad... geeze... I guess I was too sloshed each night to realize I was sleeping in a bad position...haha!
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