GONE

Last night was great – numerous reasons. Part of it was my own enlightenment; the other part was the communicative time I spent with someone special.

unexpected – confessional – comprehensive - enjoyable – natural.

The start of a good night and the sweet dreams soon to come…

Next on my list, video games – yeah, geeky, I know. I got an earful last night. JP once again, this time he’s got legitimate stuff on his tongue. “Come over, see my new house, plus we can talk about this party.” Sick, I though – I’m going to see my friend and watch him joyously give me a drunken tour of his new house. Plus I heard noises in the background, he’s trying to muffle the sound – not working dude – now I’m curious – he’s always got something going on!

My plan was simple, drive home -> play video games with Jam (yes, Jam is his real name) another byproduct of progressive thinking hippy parents – hail Canada! Anyways, I’m chatting on my mobile to friends, randomly taking mo-blog pictures, enjoying myself – beats blasting. I get home, kill a few people and manage to get a gameplan for Thursday night’s tournament (Sponsored by SEGA). Off to JP’s house…

The “Bunker” is the name of his house. When you see it, you’ll understand. Its way to dark for any pictures – sorry. His house is underground, no joke. You walk down 5 feet of earth into his kitchen / living room. JP and Brad moved in on Monday, still putting stuff away, getting used to their new grounds. I remember that feeling, it lasted months… new environments are great, especially when it’s your first apartment or house. I took pride in my own place(s). I make my environment part of me, an extension of my mind / thoughts / interests. I could see those emotions happening to a friend…

You should’ve seen the smile on his face, the pride, the clutter, talk about a Kodak moment! He didn’t want any pictures taken – I respected him.

Now I see what caused all the noise on the phone… it’s the 8 people he’s got holed up in the bunker. Drunk. I’m the only sober person there, cool, but not for long! 2 Beers, it’s a school night. Plus I have reading to do, something I don’t want to see in multiples (the words). I’m not interested in the conversations coming from the girls end; I want to talk to JP – no one else! He’s telling me “Something about Mary”, she’s here – he’s jaded. He’s telling me about the other girls at his house – too much! “They’re here for Brad, dude.” Brad is another story… So, I get him talking about his place, where he’s hanging pictures, decorations and arrangements for the furniture – home warming stuff. His face glowed; I haven’t seen him this happy in awhile. Albiet he’s tipsy, he also has an aura of pride around him. I’m happy – he’s loving it, more than Mc Donalds could ever hope. JP loves that shit (Mc Donalds), he’s eating it off a box – a big box – the new tv box – Mary’s temporary sober station. The box is moving, Mary’s fidgeting – I had to take a picture!

Shall we move to another room…

JP and I talked briefly about the new place and its potentials, we talked about Memorial Weekend and the party he may or may not have. “We’ll see”, I don’t know what Brad has in mind. “Basically, things are at a stand still until we get more stuff put in – chairs, tables, and necessary stuff”. So, the party may not happen – we’ll see what happens later next week. We focused on what anarchy we’re causing on Friday – we have the Police to watch our back – woot woot.

The point of all this random shit is to express the importance of pride. Maybe this came off as materialistic pride, I’m still not sure. I know you should have pride in what you do, specifically have something to show for your hard work, something you take pride in. JP has this type of pride when he talks about his house, you can see it. I’m happy for him and Brad.

Now, what do I take pride in...

posted by Not Jon  # 5/19/2005 12:34:00 PM