lizwontcry | December 18th 2001

Good evening, my little Diaryland minions! How are we all doing tonight? Good, good.

Well, lunch with Old Friend went well. We met for a nice lunch of fajita quesadillas and tuna. It was probably a little awkward at first, but we had a good time.

I know that the time in between 16 years old and 21 years old is the biggest time for change in a person's life, but I wasn't quite prepared for Old Friend's amazing transformation. First, she had boobs. She didn't used to have boobs, and now she has some bigguns! And apparently, while the rest of us are still searching frantically for it, she's enjoying some self confidence. I'm very happy for her in that respect, since she spent her childhood and part of her teenage years having extremely low self esteem due to the fact she was quite overweight.

So now she has all this confidence and friends and success and apparently, lots of sex. Yes, that's right, my little shy friend from junior high, who never had a boyfriend the whole time I knew her, is having lots of sex. She couldn't believe me when I told her BB is a virgin. She acted like it was bad. I told my mom that, and she said, "Well, you should have someone to have sex with." And I'm like.. hello? My mom is telling me to go have sex with somebody? What happened to morals actually being a good thing? My good god.

Anyway. I digress. She also told me about how her and her friends would enjoy smoking the pot at times. That amazed me. I'm not really sure why. It's just funny how when people move on, they really move on. And then you realize that they're a completely different person, but yet again, they're the same person you liked in the first place. Old Friend, sexually experience pot smoker and all, is a cool chick. She's fun to hang out with and I hope we can continue our friendship through email or something when she goes back to Boston.

The very last thing we talked about before parting ways was the whole end of the friendship thing. She said she never understood why I could just do that (that being ditch her and actually tell her I didn't want to speak to her again just because my psycho boyfriend told me to) to her. She just couldn't comprehend how someone who was supposed to be a friend could just let go so easily. I told her, "Welcome to an abusive relationship." And she nodded, and said she took some kind of class that talked about that, and she finally understood and felt bad about what happened. So we got that out, we can move on, and I'm soooo relieved. Yay!

So on to dinner. I picked up my mom and we picked up my brother at the airport. We went to my dad's house and hung out with my puppy man for a little while.

So then it was time to open the presents. My dad gave me a watch, my mom gave me some makeup and pajamas and a new bottle of Obsession, plus the clothes she bought me at Lane Bryant on Saturday.

And then it comes time to open our "special presents." Last year, the special present was a nice chunk of money for all of us. This year, it was less, but it was still a nice chunk of money. Except mine was dated January 15. My dad smiles and says, "That's right, you can't have any until then." And I'm like, "Why?!" And he says, "Because of this New Years Eve stuff, that's why."

Oooh, excuse me while I play a spoiled bitch here, but that made me so fucking mad. He KNOWS how badly I want to see Guns N Roses. He's trying to stop me from going to this concert, and what he doesn't know is that I'm going, and I don't need his damn money to do it, although that would be of some great help to me. I mean, he even gave my mom money too, and she's married! To someone else! Come on, now. I was just soooo mad about that.

So we went to the restuarant, and I was seething in the backseat. We get to the restaurant, and the three of them get stupidly, disgustingly drunk. I have one sip of wine and then concentrate on my Dr. Pepper, but they have bottles and bottles of wine. At two points during the evening, my dad made my mom cry. And not in a bad way. Probably in a nostalgic way. But she was still crying! It was ridiculous.

It was wierd to see my mom and dad sitting next to each other, laughing, crying, talking. They were acting like the past 10 years never happened, they never got divorced, she never remarried. It was nice to see, but it was just wierd.

And of course it wouldn't be a night with my brother without him bragging about his new boyfriends. Yes, he has two of them. One of them is the flaming gay guy who's really smart, but he doesn't really like to be seen with him. Because he wants everyone to think he's really not gay. Or something. And then there's the total ripped cutie that isn't very smart, but my brother can't stop thinking about him anyway. It's all very seedy and silly.

Well, I'm exhausted just recounting yesterday. I think I shall pursue sleeping now. I'm at BB's and I think he owes me some cuddle time.

Good night!