he said. she said. a married couple's blog.

I was a little bored this evening; Bridget was (and is) sleeping (for now anyway), Brendan wass working (we left work early today because of the weather), and there really wasn't anything on TV. What did I decide to do? Things that I should (like laundry or dishes or general picking up)? No. Instead I decided to take a look around myspace to see who I could find. I'm not generally all that into the whole deal -- I have a whopping 8 friends -- but like I said, I was bored.

No one interesting from my high school struck me. I mean, there are some of the usual suspects, but no one that I'd really want to get back in touch with (except for the one person I already have). So I branched out a little and found some of the kids that I hung out with at the YMCA -- a couple of them are MCs and my first "real" boyfriend is their beat maker. I haven't really listened to it all fully yet, so I can't offer an opinion. But I think it's safe to say that they are better than any of the rappers on TWRS!

It's weird. When I was going to the Leader's Club at the Y, I was able to be much more outgoing than I currently am. Ask me to talk to a stranger now, and forget it. I'll try my damnedest to get around or out of it. I had very little problems with those types of things then. My cousin and I were founding members. We organized and ran dances. We sold Christmas trees. I went to camp and met tons of new people and forced myself to do things with people that I didn't even know. I can't see myself doing that now.

I'll be the first to admit, being in a club at the Y sounds dorky (What's dorkier: Y club or marching band?), but those were some good times. And really if I could somehow get back to that person that I was able to be then, maybe I wouldn't be whining so much about how I don't have any friends.

Labels: friends, nostalgia

We had actual grown ups over for dinner last Saturday. David and his girlfriend Carolyn came over for dinner, and although Brendan burnt the chicken, I spilt a little beer (I HAD BEER!), I totally lost at poker and Brendan might have deafened David -- I think everyone had a good time.

The first time I met David, I was convinced that we were never going to see him again. We were up at a fraternity banquet in Boston just after we got married. Brendan hadn't seen him in a while so there was a lot of yelling "DUDE!" and arm punching. Then we found out he was living in Alexandria. "DUDE! CALL ME! DUDE!" Afterwards I was thinking he is so not calling you. Then, he ended up on our plane home. Definitely not calling. But obviously it didn't happen that way...

Labels: burnt chicken, friends