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Aug. 13th, 2003 08:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
likethebeerHey Chris--where are you? I miss you. Never figured you'd hear me say that, huh? And jujupees is a missing element as well. I know, you're both busy. But you bought a truck! And you're picking up the butcher's block sometime soon I hear. Don't worry, I won't give you shit like I did crypto if the deed doesn't get done asap.
Tonight mda & I are going to Bill W's house, which should be a lot of fun. We'll get to see Marianne (who's getting back from her mom's today, w/her daughter who's visiting from Florida), and hopefully Beth & Greg. I never figured when I was 25 that I'd have friends old enough to be my parents (ok, well, they would have had to have been late high schoolers/early college students at the time, but still). I also like hanging out w/older people that aren't like my parents' friends: making 1/2 million dollars a year (or more), w/highly successful children who make at least 100k a year, who had huge weddings, and now have a couple of kids, or at least one, who go skiing in Aspen or the Alps once a year, and who drive NEW BMWs. Is it any wonder that my whole sense of myself as a person gets totally screwed whenever I go home?
But we'll be hanging w/Greg, and he (like our friend N) will say, "I wonder what the poor people are doin' tonight?.... Oh, wait, we're the poor people, so I guess they're doing this."
Tonight mda & I are going to Bill W's house, which should be a lot of fun. We'll get to see Marianne (who's getting back from her mom's today, w/her daughter who's visiting from Florida), and hopefully Beth & Greg. I never figured when I was 25 that I'd have friends old enough to be my parents (ok, well, they would have had to have been late high schoolers/early college students at the time, but still). I also like hanging out w/older people that aren't like my parents' friends: making 1/2 million dollars a year (or more), w/highly successful children who make at least 100k a year, who had huge weddings, and now have a couple of kids, or at least one, who go skiing in Aspen or the Alps once a year, and who drive NEW BMWs. Is it any wonder that my whole sense of myself as a person gets totally screwed whenever I go home?
But we'll be hanging w/Greg, and he (like our friend N) will say, "I wonder what the poor people are doin' tonight?.... Oh, wait, we're the poor people, so I guess they're doing this."
