Jacuzzis and Horse Flesh...
Seville, OH
So, I've been stuck here for a day and a half waiting for my truck to get out of the shop and I figured I ought to take a break from mindless surfing and do something productive. I'm not sure if this counts, but it's a start, I suppose. There's not a whole lot to do in Seville, Ohio. But my hotel room is paid for and has a king sized bed and a jacuzzi, so I can't really complain. Well, I guess if anything, the jacuzzi is too short for me to sit comfortably despite being plenty wide and deep.
Anyhoo, I spent the weekend at the house. Went to a party at Mike and Erin's on Saturday and had an absolute blast. Met some cool new people for the first time in a long time. I hadn't really been able to socialize at all the last eighteen months or so and I was starved for it. It was funny. The day before the party, my sister had acquired a bag of fortune cookies. The first one I had opened said "You will meet someone special at your friend's party". Weird, huh? As luck would have it, all the ladies present were indeed special, albeit spoken for. Oh, well.
And then there's Fonzie, who is his own particular version of special. I stopped by his place on the way down to watch the Derby and then give him a lift to the get-together. I found watching the race with the Derby King to be a bit anticlimactic. As Fonz put it, he knew from the the first turn that his horse was in trouble. There was no excitement, no screaming, no wild gesticulating, no gnashing of teeth or wringing of hands. Just quiet resignation.
Well, I guess I'll go now and see what other new and creative ways to waste time I can come up with.
Any Questions? Any Comments? Be Quiet as You Go...
So, I've been stuck here for a day and a half waiting for my truck to get out of the shop and I figured I ought to take a break from mindless surfing and do something productive. I'm not sure if this counts, but it's a start, I suppose. There's not a whole lot to do in Seville, Ohio. But my hotel room is paid for and has a king sized bed and a jacuzzi, so I can't really complain. Well, I guess if anything, the jacuzzi is too short for me to sit comfortably despite being plenty wide and deep.
Anyhoo, I spent the weekend at the house. Went to a party at Mike and Erin's on Saturday and had an absolute blast. Met some cool new people for the first time in a long time. I hadn't really been able to socialize at all the last eighteen months or so and I was starved for it. It was funny. The day before the party, my sister had acquired a bag of fortune cookies. The first one I had opened said "You will meet someone special at your friend's party". Weird, huh? As luck would have it, all the ladies present were indeed special, albeit spoken for. Oh, well.
And then there's Fonzie, who is his own particular version of special. I stopped by his place on the way down to watch the Derby and then give him a lift to the get-together. I found watching the race with the Derby King to be a bit anticlimactic. As Fonz put it, he knew from the the first turn that his horse was in trouble. There was no excitement, no screaming, no wild gesticulating, no gnashing of teeth or wringing of hands. Just quiet resignation.
Well, I guess I'll go now and see what other new and creative ways to waste time I can come up with.
Any Questions? Any Comments? Be Quiet as You Go...
posted by twistedyoda | 5/09/2006 01:02:00 PM
2 Comments:
We were drinking with a sense of purpose that night, so I don't know if you remember my response to your fortune cookie story.
"I have learned that fate plays long ball."
Or as a guy I know put it once...
"Odd, isn't it, how folks will look back to great milestones in their life - to when they met someone, fortuitously changed careers, or were somehow found to be in exactly the right place at exactly the right time - and consider such incidents turning points? Because actually, the real turning points in any life always occur well before such manifestations, in the moments when they finally began thinking, speaking and behaving like never before."
He talks even more than I do. But, I sure agree with him. You never really know until you get some distance on a given moment just how much of a turning point that moment was. I've told my "sitting at the gas station looking to the left and to the right" story many times. As a direct result of my turning right (toward a theatre) instead of left (toward home) I have all the friends I have today, including my lovely fiancee. And, that "turn" happened in 1997, three years before Erin and I even met. Now, nine years later, we are getting married.
But, as my buddy explained above, the real change happened when I started listening to that voice of discomfort and longing in my heart. The "turn" was just the opportunity the Universe threw me to help me along.
So, who knows how the folks you met at that party might interact with you in the future. The cookie never said it was a girl.
Hup, hup, hup...
Don't be so hasty to sell me short my friend. I never said I didn't meet anyone special that night. Everyone is special! I feel a Ray Stevens song coming on!
"Everything is Beauuuuutifullllll...in it's o-owwwn wa-aaaayyy..."
Anywho I dig what your spinnin there hepcat. I have no doubt that someone I met that night had, or may have in the future an impact, not necessarily on my life, but how I view my life and react to it. I take it all in stride...;-)
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