So this past weekend was pretty awesome, albeit busy. Lots of fun, some sad. Some emotion as well that I cannot define and may never be able to (or may never admit to?).
Friday night I took my 12-year-old nephew out to dinner, just the two of us. I told him we would go to whatever kind of restaurant he wanted (and my fingers were crossed that he wouldn't want sushi...he IS from SoCal after all). We ended up at a local Chinese restaurant that was really quite good - I had never been to this place before, so I was pleasantly surprised. While at dinner, I learned that he was in fact interested in going to see the Minions movie - I hadn't been certain, since he's, you know, 12 and all. And I wasn't sure I was 100% interested in a movie about cyclopsian twinkies. So he talked me in to it, and I bought tickets for a Saturday show while we were at the table waiting on our food.
Turns out, it was mainly about only 3 of the minions (instead of all 800 or whatever), and it was actually a pretty cute movie. Afterward, we went to my folks' house, where my second cousin and her family were coming over. They had just moved to the area a few weeks ago - and are already super happy with the move (of course, in my opinion, anywhere is better than our hometown). We all, littles included, went to the neighborhood pool for an hour or so, and then came back to eat barbecue. It was such a nice visit - such a great day. I think everybody really enjoyed themselves.
Sunday...Ahh, Sunday. This was the day of the "tumult" of emotions. I was heading to San Antonio for a visitation at a funeral home. Sadness. My best friend from college's father-in-law passed away.
So I arrive at the funeral home and surprise them. My best friend gives me a tight hug, which of course makes us both teary - and I think her husband started feeling emotional too. It makes me so very glad though that I made the decision to drive down for that. I hung around for a bit, visiting with her parents and other family members (we've been friends for over 20 years, after all!), and I didn't want to drive all that way just to say hi and bye.
While I was hanging around chatting, three of her husband's friends from work arrived. Two of these guys I hadn't seen since the wedding some 13 years ago. One of the two said hi to me, and another one chatted a little with me after my friend's hubby re-introduced us. The third one? Ohhh my. The third one is the old flame.
About 10 years ago, we had a bit of a long-distance relationship - though it was mainly talking on the phone for a few months. It didn't last long- and the rational part of me knew it wouldn't, as I knew he had said he didn't want a long-distance anything...but that didn't keep me from feeling like I fell fairly hard for him. But oh my, to see him again, unexpectedly (though I suppose I should have expected to see him)....I have had no expectations of ever having any kind of communication with him, but I sort of expected acknowledgement of my existence at the funeral home. But I digress.
Unexpectedly seeing him again - It was one of those moments where, in a split second, I thought several thoughts: "Why am I only wearing mascara today--why didn't I put on full makeup?" "At least I'm having a great hair day!" And then it went into the ridiculous: "Does he not recognize/remember me?" "I wonder what he's thinking, seeing me again!" And so on. Just ridiculous. This was 10 years ago. Seriously, girl, you just need to keep your brain from doing this.
And then, after I'd been there for over an hour, it was time for me to head back to Austin. Driving north on 281, I called a friend of mine to discuss. I was having a multitude of emotions - or at least a couple. Sadness at death, happiness that I got to see my friends (even if under such circumstances)...and....and...how DID I feel about seeing him? I think that, honestly, I may have felt some level of excitement at seeing him again, or something. But I think that the happiness at seeing my friends after a long time overwhelmed any excitement or whatever I felt at seeing him. At least that's what I'm going to go with.
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