Here’s an e-mail I just got from Jen:
So I was telling my friend at work about how Ray is going to Hungary to teach English.
And she says, “but isn’t she pregnant?”
“No. He’s not.”
“But Stephanie’s website thingy…”
“Oh. That’s Ra and that’s funny.”
Hee. I love Jen. And Jen and I both love Ray.
Yes, Ray is going to Hungary for a year, which means we will have to wait a year to party with him. That is sad, but I’m so happy for him and I hope he finds what he is looking for… in Hungary…
…this is usually the part where I would throw in a joke about where he’s going, but all I can come up with is, “Delaware. (beat) Hi. We’re in… Delaware.”
Ray knows his Geography and History like nobody’s business, so I trust that he picked a good one. And either way, I know for a fact that when Ray goes to Europe he has a blast. So you go, Ray. Way to go.
And Jen’s friend is not the first person to ask how Ray could get pregnant, or why I would need to go to New Jersey to see her if she lives in Texas.
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Last night I hung out with Mike and that was really cool. I showed off my Voltron and the monkey collection, and eventually I pulled out that shoebox full of trinkets that I used to keep under my bed.
We spent the evening in front of a table covered with Happy Meal Toys, Star Wars action figures and Corona. Collectibles from Asia and imported beer from Mex-i-co. Classy.
“Is this weird?” I asked, as I flipped through my Beavis and Butthead trading cards. “I mean, I’m twenty five.” He said he was having fun, and I was too. I felt like I was hanging in my old basement again. Good times.
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Today I was going to post an entry about what I was doing exactly ten years ago. I had planned on typing up that particular page from my diary.
I just re-read what I was going to post, and nuh-uh. Someday I’ll look back at the way I used to write and laugh about it, but it’s still too soon. I was embarrassed for myself.
It wasn’t a bad subject, though… I discovered that exactly ten years ago today, Travis called me from his friend Mark’s house and he put Mark on the phone, and Mark and I spent all night talking even though we had never met. We felt like we had known each other forever, and we hung up the phone feeling absolutely certain that we WOULD know each other forever.
We met a week later (at Brunswick Bowling Lanes! Holla!) and we went out for a year. He was my first love and my best friend and the only person I’ve called my “soulmate” without a hint of sarcasm or a Dawson’s Creek joke. Mark and I are still best friends. Mark and I are in each other’s Top 10 (in both Myspace and Real Life). I can talk to Mark in a way that I’ve never talked to anyone else. I can call Mark crying, and he will make me laugh in 10 seconds flat. I know for a fact that he’ll always be there for me, and I’ll always be there for him.
So Happy 10 Year Anniversary, Mark.
Secretly Stephie 