Diminutive Roommate had a medical scare recently, and was super stressed about it. Teacher Roommate offered to do a puppet show to cheer her up, and she took the offer seriously. I decided we should do a musical, and the first song that came to mind was “Knights of the Round Table” from Monty Python’s Quest for the Holy Grail.
Teacher Roommate is quite the artist, so she was on sock puppet duty. I learned the basic chords on the ukulele to play the song so we had some instrumental to sing along with. The guy who got us into ukulele came to play with me, and another friend came to play the king puppet and one of the little knight puppets. We needed a castle to use for Camelot, so Teacher Roommate got her postcard from Harry Potter World and propped it up in front of the pot we used for the bridge where people’s helmets get banged on with a wooden spoon.
It was… total chaos, but Diminutive Roommate was super pleased. We had a blast, ate some strawberries, drank some beer, and humiliated ourselves to put on a ridiculous show for a friend. Worth it.
the bureau made for a fine stage
I am occasionally overwhelmed with a sense of love for my friends. Love, like fear, is difficult to describe. I have to rely on our shared experience as humans to convey the depth of my loyalty and affection for them. I would describe the sensation like this: I’m on a boat on the ocean. I jump overboard and squeeze my eyes shut as I plunge into the water; that flash of adventurous anticipation that forces my eyes open before I stop sinking and start to float: that’s what love feels like: an adventure. Then it wells up inside me, a bubbling, laughing fountain, overflowing at my temples, coating me with a bright, oily shine.
I think I will never get to know my friends as well as I would like. Like a second family, my goal is to make them feel loved, and sometimes I fail. I want to make their lives easier, to protect them from hardship, and feed them delicious meals. I want to provide for them and fight for them. I want them to sleep soundly at night. I want them to believe their hard work will pay off. I want to give each of them the chance to succeed in their own way. I want them to never feel alone.
As I read what I’ve written I realize this is how a parent feels for her child, and I begin to understand that all love probably shares common roots: protection, encouragement, joy, success.
I feel like I could power a tiny mouse-town with this feeling. It spins like a top behind my eyes, and hums contentedly in my chest. I smile quietly in the dark as I wait for sleep, in the car as I glance in the rear-view mirror, on the couch watching TV with Boyfriend, knowing I will see my friends soon.
With Boyfriend in Europe, I’ve had the chance to spend more time with friends, mostly High School Roommate, and Little Iron Friend from the Kung Fu studio (watching Serenity, making ramen at her place, going to bars). I forget how important friendships are when Boyfriend is so available most of the time. I should really make time for them more often. I’ve been foregoing sleep to hang out, but it’s been easy to deal with since I’m not waking up every four hours because of Boyfriend. I have more energy then even a week ago, and it feels great. I’m having a really nice time.
Side note: My arms are getting cut. A few people at work, friends, and some family members have all commented that my arms are hulking out. I’m pretty psyched. I think a powerful body and a friendly smile are super sexy on a woman. I’m diggin’ it. Tummy’s getting flat and toned again, too. Naturally, I’m also covered in bruises most of the time, but if that’s the price to be paid for a slammin’ body, sign me up to start turning colors.
I went to Princeton, bitch.
Boyfriend and I celebrated our three-year anniversary yesterday with sushi (mmmm, salmon). I can’t believe it. It doesn’t feel that long. We’re really happy together. It’s… kinda really, really nice.
I do! lol
A couple days ago he asked if I would choose to get a ring, earrings or necklace as a present. I kinda stared at him like, “um… what?” He knows I don’t wear jewelry, given how many chances there would be to lose it when I take it off at the dojo and at home. And we’re not the type to exchange expensive gifts (I got him a button-down shirt this year. Last year was go kart tickets). Then I figured here’s my chance to get a present! LOL I said a ring, so I can look at it and feel loved (which is hard to do with the other two).
I don’t take this as a sign of an incoming shiny bauble. Boyfriend is the type to gather information, and wait for the perfect time, the perfect item, the perfect circumstance before he were to introduce anything as substantial as precious metals into the relationship. I told him once that I would be satisfied with a ring made of thread, and that I would cherish it in the stead of a traditional ring. It’s true. I’m proud of the person I’ve become, if that’s how I feel about jewelry.