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Honestly sincere
So, as you might have gathered from the previous entry, Melissa was in town today. I met her and her friend Steve and Patrick to wander the town.
I am happy to see Melissa and Patrick giving each other a hard time. I don't know either of them quite well enough to tease them yet, at least not a lot, so I sat back and just let the Patrick and Melissa Show run its course. Steve didn't say much at first, but warmed up by dinner time. By that time Patrick's friend Lee had arrived, and the conversation was fast and loose. It's wonderful - I believe that mutual abuse is a firm foundation for a friendship. I don't care if the waitress did think we were all deranged.
Next time, though, folks, some advance planning. Really. Never assemble a group of people with low sightseeing expectations who are easily thrilled and don't really feel like leading the band. You'll end up wandering around in circles all day in ninety-odd degree heat. Not that I mind - I love window-shopping even if I can't wear anything from Betsey Johnson - but you know, the primary attraction was the conversation, and it occurred to me afterwards that we could just as well have had a marathon conversation while sipping iced tea in some air-conditioned bistro all afternoon. Oh, well.
Of course, being me, I'm a little worried about what Lee and Steve and Melissa think of me, but I don't think I scared them too badly. I have already decided that Patrick and I will end up in a vicious circle of doubt if we're not careful, so I have just this minute decided that I am not going to worry what he thinks of me, and I expect him to reciprocate. Throw caution to the wind, Patrick. I don't have time to waste on this worry stuff :)
Now, Melissa is reading this wondering what I thought of her - see? we've all got to agree to quit this, cold turkey, it's ridiculous. Well, fine. Melissa, by her own admission, is a fairly high-maintenance person. She is the kind of person you expect to be a little twitchy. She alternates between happy-go-lucky and highstrung, between unassuming and blatantly opinionated, without warning. (None of those things are complaints, not in my book. Not even the high-maintenance part. I live with the Queen of High Maintenance; I need it, it keeps me honest.) She has an excellent sense of humor and was absolutely charming and I adore her. There. That's a balanced summary. And there is not a single untruth in it.
Tomorrow: Dim sum. Reprise. Lather, rinse, repeat.
I haven't forgotten the things I said I was going to write about at the end of Thursday's entry, but I wanted to get my thoughts from today's happenings out of my head while they were still fresh. I don't take notes, you know.
When I come back and read these things in ten years, the things I didn't choose to remember and write down are going to be as important as the things I did. I mean, there is always stuff I didn't mention. I didn't try to describe Lee or Steve, for example, even though I'd happily pass an afternoon in either's company. I didn't mention that this evening's visit to Legal Sea Foods only confirms the impression I had of them last time, that their food is going downhill.
And I didn't mention any of the day's many, many jokes and comments, because I already don't remember most of them. My brain apparently doesn't think it's useful to store those; it seems that it's only important to me to remember that I had a good time, and why I had a good time.
I don't pretend to understand how my brain works; I just follow along and try to look like I know what I'm doing.
© Columbine
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You gotta be sincere
Honestly sincere
You gotta feel it here
'Cause if you feel it here
Then it's gonna be
Honestly
Sincere
-Conrad Birdie
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