harumph.
Weekend:
Saturday started with some rain and cold, but we got going onthe volleyball anyway. Dave and Cass showed up, too. They, Joel and I had to leave around 2:30 to make it down to Eric's around 4.
Saturday evening we spent at Eric's place in Fanwood with Eric, Patti, Thane and Liz. It's always great to see all of those people, it's just too bad Paul couldn't make it. We had some drinks, cooked some burgers, played some football, played some games. As the evening wore on, we started playing music, which is my favorite thing about these people. Well, maybe that's overstating, but it's beautiful nonetheless. Everytime we get together we end up singing and playing guitars. We all crowd into Eric's dining room and start jamming. I can't play shit, but I'm content to sing while Eric and Thane play and Dave noodles around. It's a wonderful feeling and reminds me of the joy of music, and good friends. Jeez, I sound like a beer commercial.
Sunday morning we woke up early and Joel and I took the train back to the city. We walked up to Central Park talking and met up with Ilio, Luke & co for touch football. It started raining, but we played on, eventually getting kicked off of the gras into a small mud pit. It was a lot of fun and I'm pretty sore.
There was definitely a touch of melancholia in the air yesterday for me, though. I feel lousy about Denyse, but I don't really know that there's anything I can do about it.
Saturday night, after most people left or went to bed, Eric, Dave, Joel and I stayed up, cooked some more burgers, and talked. We talked about relationships, world politics, life philosophies, all kinds of stuff. I miss those guys, those times. Playing music, talking with great people well into the night. I'm very happy that Dave is in town. Maybe I should move to his neighborhood.
Those are the facts. I'm not feeling elaborative. (I think I made that word up)
