Cinco de Mayo de la Muerte
Some nearby peeps in Arlington hosted a Cinco de Mayo party and due to mutual friend connections I was invited. Cool house, fantastic back porch OMG and a backyard. There was plenty of beer (Mexican, of course), plenty of really strong Margaritas (I could only manage a few sips before I conceded defeat), pinata bashing, and later, just as we're walking out around 2:30 a.m., gin-soaked watermelon, which, had it been served much earlier in the evening I prolly would've gotten tipsy from. Loved that. I'll have to try that at the next barbecue.
It was a pretty cool party which actually picked up steam at times when you thought it was dying down. Of course, by "picking up steam" I do somewhat mean certain people became too drunk and started wrestling in confined spaces, oh, and perhaps punching the vinyl-siding of the house in the back, oh, and perhaps leaning a little too much on the barbecue grill (thankfully covered and not in use) and, oh, perhaps walking around with a 5 ft. long thin styrofoam thing and pretending it was a penis and cracking up while he sort of insinuated it in people's faces while letting them know his penis was now in their face. Actually funnier than it sounds and just as obnoxious.
Later, around 12:30 I'm in the dining room talking with 3 people, 2 friends I came with & the wife of a mutual friend/acquaintance. I think at some point it turns medical because the wife, M, works @ the Arlington Hospital. One of the guys in the group is also currently dealing with his father's Leukemia and I mentioned I knew what it was like to be on call like that. It was then M asked if my dad was still alive. I said no and started to calculate how long he'd been dead.
Just then I realized it was nearly 4 years to the day. My dad died on May 8th (very early morning, sometime between 3-5:30am).
Now, I told them it was 4 years exactly, May 5th, so it's really embarassing I got that wrong (sorry!).
I've never been to visit the grave. Not sure that I will, It's the kind of thing that doesn't serve any purpose for me. The kind of things I'd be doing there, at the cemetary is exactly the kind of thing I already do on a regular basis: reflect upon his life, my life in relation to his parentage, our relationship before and during the cancer. I mean, I just wrote about him a few days ago. So, I'm glad I didn't actually miss the anniversary (still embarassed I got the date wrong at the time).
It's 5 a.m. No idea why I'm not asleep. I have to be up in 3 hours for work. It was a long, but good Friday. Lunch with a friend I don't often see, sold some stuff for my store (stuff that we actually couldn't sell very quickly or get much for it), came home, played guitar, took a nap (old man me), took some pics (you can see them on my flickr.com pages) and then went to a party. Came home, went running (my new thing is to run up the steep hill on Wilson near where I live. I hate to run, but the hills will get my legs in better shape than they are) edited & posted my pictures and posted 3 "new" songs to mySpace. It'd be nice if I could post several new songs each month. I'll have to make that a goal. I feel like I could sleep for a long time, I just don't seem to WANT to go to sleep and the longer I stay up, the more difficult it might be for me to wake up on time. I guess this is my cross.
Saturday is a full shift @ work and afterwards I think I'll be helping my friend T paint the walls of his new business.
Sunday? Work a full shift and after that the sky's the limit. There are several films I want to see, so maybe I'll look into that. Or just go somewhere & sit outside if it's nice.
It was a pretty cool party which actually picked up steam at times when you thought it was dying down. Of course, by "picking up steam" I do somewhat mean certain people became too drunk and started wrestling in confined spaces, oh, and perhaps punching the vinyl-siding of the house in the back, oh, and perhaps leaning a little too much on the barbecue grill (thankfully covered and not in use) and, oh, perhaps walking around with a 5 ft. long thin styrofoam thing and pretending it was a penis and cracking up while he sort of insinuated it in people's faces while letting them know his penis was now in their face. Actually funnier than it sounds and just as obnoxious.
Later, around 12:30 I'm in the dining room talking with 3 people, 2 friends I came with & the wife of a mutual friend/acquaintance. I think at some point it turns medical because the wife, M, works @ the Arlington Hospital. One of the guys in the group is also currently dealing with his father's Leukemia and I mentioned I knew what it was like to be on call like that. It was then M asked if my dad was still alive. I said no and started to calculate how long he'd been dead.
Just then I realized it was nearly 4 years to the day. My dad died on May 8th (very early morning, sometime between 3-5:30am).
Now, I told them it was 4 years exactly, May 5th, so it's really embarassing I got that wrong (sorry!).
I've never been to visit the grave. Not sure that I will, It's the kind of thing that doesn't serve any purpose for me. The kind of things I'd be doing there, at the cemetary is exactly the kind of thing I already do on a regular basis: reflect upon his life, my life in relation to his parentage, our relationship before and during the cancer. I mean, I just wrote about him a few days ago. So, I'm glad I didn't actually miss the anniversary (still embarassed I got the date wrong at the time).
It's 5 a.m. No idea why I'm not asleep. I have to be up in 3 hours for work. It was a long, but good Friday. Lunch with a friend I don't often see, sold some stuff for my store (stuff that we actually couldn't sell very quickly or get much for it), came home, played guitar, took a nap (old man me), took some pics (you can see them on my flickr.com pages) and then went to a party. Came home, went running (my new thing is to run up the steep hill on Wilson near where I live. I hate to run, but the hills will get my legs in better shape than they are) edited & posted my pictures and posted 3 "new" songs to mySpace. It'd be nice if I could post several new songs each month. I'll have to make that a goal. I feel like I could sleep for a long time, I just don't seem to WANT to go to sleep and the longer I stay up, the more difficult it might be for me to wake up on time. I guess this is my cross.
Saturday is a full shift @ work and afterwards I think I'll be helping my friend T paint the walls of his new business.
Sunday? Work a full shift and after that the sky's the limit. There are several films I want to see, so maybe I'll look into that. Or just go somewhere & sit outside if it's nice.
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