Another weekend over
Jul. 24th, 2005 10:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpToday was as terrible as yesterday was wonderful. It's not fair at all. I was hoping I could ride the high of yesterday for at least one extra day.
The HelpLine picnic at Georges Island was by far one of the best times I have had in Boston ever. The weather was nothing shy of perfect - dry, sunny, puffy white clouds, low 80s, cool ocean breezes. The company was fantastic. There was goofiness. There was play. There were touching moments. It was everything. After that we raced to the fish pier to meet Carina, Scott, the twins, Carina's cousin Nikolas and his friend Mike for delicious seafood at No Name. And then went home to collapse.
It's amazing what a day of play can do to my self-esteem. It's so rare out here that I have people I can play with. Actually play. To think that I used to spend endless days tossing the aerobie with Sean, taking bike rides with friends, playing pick-up softball games, going to the playground with the twins, walking dogs with Patti, and ambling around Goodale Park. For a few hours yesterday afternoon I really felt like I was a part of something, like I was a fun person and people wanted to be around me.
We tossed the frisbee and the foxtail around in a circle and called each other by ridiculous animal names. I was Platypus. It was fabulous.
We won't talk at all about today. We will pretend today simply did not exist.
The HelpLine picnic at Georges Island was by far one of the best times I have had in Boston ever. The weather was nothing shy of perfect - dry, sunny, puffy white clouds, low 80s, cool ocean breezes. The company was fantastic. There was goofiness. There was play. There were touching moments. It was everything. After that we raced to the fish pier to meet Carina, Scott, the twins, Carina's cousin Nikolas and his friend Mike for delicious seafood at No Name. And then went home to collapse.
It's amazing what a day of play can do to my self-esteem. It's so rare out here that I have people I can play with. Actually play. To think that I used to spend endless days tossing the aerobie with Sean, taking bike rides with friends, playing pick-up softball games, going to the playground with the twins, walking dogs with Patti, and ambling around Goodale Park. For a few hours yesterday afternoon I really felt like I was a part of something, like I was a fun person and people wanted to be around me.
We tossed the frisbee and the foxtail around in a circle and called each other by ridiculous animal names. I was Platypus. It was fabulous.
We won't talk at all about today. We will pretend today simply did not exist.
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Date: 2005-07-25 03:21 am (UTC)I'm sorry.
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Date: 2005-07-25 06:24 pm (UTC)Instead, I will mention that "Daedalus Horking" sounds like a very cool band.
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