Archive for May, 2008

My heart aches.  On the one side it loves and is loved so immensely.  But when that sun has set and the moon rises I am drawn down into the sadness that is the dark.  The moon is the only light that makes anything bright enough to see, but even at that it is dark.  Yet there are many sonnets written over the moon.  The moon inspires so much, but how could I live in the dark forever – is it even a possibility?  The moon needs the sun to have its light, but I will never be the sun to the moon, this much I know.  The moon will never need me like it does the sun, instead I could merely dance for the moon, and praise it and sing songs to it, the moon would and could never touch me like the warmth of the sun. 

In the sun everything is bright.  Its warmth reaches down to me and makes me happy.  I feel loved in the sun’s warmth, I feel alive, but at the same time the sun sometimes traps me, there is no where to run from the sun, except for perhaps the shade of a tree, but shadows move and sun replaces shade.  I love the sun, but could I live in it forever?  I know deep down that I could but I get saddened at the thought of never seeing the moon in the same light as I once have.

I don’t want to lose the moon, but there is no way a moon could live in a sun-inhabited sky.  Nor could the sun ever touch the strength of the moon’s night.

I find myself at times torn between two skies.

Last night I had the pleasure of checking out the Kims of Comedy at Washington University.  Oh my goodness, SO funny!  Dr. Ken was HILARIOUS, Kevin Shea was disgustingly funny and Steve Byrne was okay.  Okay, he was more than okay he was fine.  Maybe if there was a word that was just a bit more than fine than I’d use that, but there isn’t.

Actually they were all great.  I had the pleasure of meeting Steve back in NYC at Jakes so it was cool to see him again down in Seattle.  He’s pretty much a gentleman and it was fun just being friendly with him and not having to swat him off me like all the other bees that come to the honey (the honey being me). 

I don’t know what’s up with me this morning.  Maybe it’s the extra burnt shot of espresso in my Starbucks caramel macchiato, or maybe I’m still buzzing from last night.

OH, and for those of you who read my blog, you know that I have this weird knack of running into people I know everywhere I go.  So here’s a story from last night.

We’re all hanging in the back of Earls having some drinks and eating french fries when I look over Steve’s shoulder and there’s my ex, Jordan St. John, standing by a nearby bar looking at me with a giant smile on his face.  I look at him with a puzzling stare and he waves me over.  I excuse myself and walk up to him.

“What are you doing down here?” he asks.

“I was at a comedy show over at the university…” I answered back.

“That you knew man over there?” he asks while nodding his head over towards Steve.

“No, that’s my friend who was in the comedy show.”  I said.

“Justin told me you were here.”

“Justin?  Who’s Justin again?  I didn’t see anyone I recognized?”  I said to him.

“He’s working the door here.”

“OH!  Justin from the Emigrant, I didn’t even recognize him, he grew his hair!”

“Yea, it’s sort of feathered now too.  I was about to go to bed when I saw him calling, I wasn’t going to answer but I did and he told me I should come down to Earls.  I told him I was in bed but then he said, ‘Cynthia’s here, some guy is nibbling on her ear’.” 

I interrupted him, “Whaaa???  OH, I get it; no one was nibbling on my ear!  It was a joke we were doing, since it’s so loud in here I kept putting my ear towards Steve and he would in turn talk really close into it as a joke.”

“OH okay.”  He says and then continues, “I tried calling you but it said the user was unavailable.” 

In a quick panic I check my phone to make sure it was working, the last thing I need is for my boss to not be able to get a hold of me.

“Oh, missed call” I said, and checked the caller ID.  I look at it and laugh and show Jordan my phone, “I still have you saved as ‘Don’t Answer’.”

“You need to change that.”  He says, then goes on to ask how my family is.  I tell him my family is great.  Then he goes on to say how he’s back working at the Emigrant and how he’s finishing school and going for a double major and might apply to law school in California yadda yadda yadda.

“I should get back to my friends.” I said and just then I hear Kevin Shea say, “Hey we’re blowing this joint, you coming with us?” 

“Yep!” I say and chug the last of my beer.  “See ya” I say to Jordan and take off with them.  We then all went to some place called Flowers where Cynthia, some other girl I can’t remember her name and I all had raspberry lemon drops – SOO GOOD!!!

And that was my night.