Man, it must be Spring for sure. Last weekend my ex from last year came into town and this weekend Mr. B. unexpectedly showed up in town and on my way into The Mill, my ex from 25 years ago called me. Jeesh! I'm still really in hibernation mode, but I must be the only one.
I went to the Old Thrasher's Reunion on Saturday night and it was fun. Stinky came with me and stayed for the first hour. There were a bunch of my daughters' friends parents there at first and that was kind of weird. At one point after taking this picture:
Coadster's friend's mom, who I've known since our kids were in kindergarten, stopped to say hi and give me shit about the shenanigans she just witnessed. Apparently, you can't take me anywhere.
The show was a great mix of several different groups of friends. My hot crazy friends showed up...
...Along with my old punk rock friends and a bunch of the Dublin crew.
The music was great and there was so much to see and do, that it almost completely shorted-out my self-diagnosed ADD. It would have been worth it.
Here is a picture taken by someone who may have just had a tiny bit too much to drink. He was supposed to take a photo of four people.
My friend K. had texted me earlier in the evening with this: R favorite fuck ups in town. Of course, with the people we know, I had to text her back to make her specify which one that would be. She told me Mr. B. was in town and that he would be at the metal show at the Picador. I had told a couple of people I'd try to stop by there later in the evening, but then wasn't sure if I would after I found out Mr. B. would be there. I just didn't think I was ready to see him. As some of my friends pointed out, this is my town, and I should do whatever I had originally planned. So, I made my way to the Picador with K. and her boyfriend and had a good time.
Mr. B. told me he wanted to talk about stuff, and we did. We hashed things out again and he went into a little more detail about his issues. I told him what I'd need for him to do in order for us to hang out on a regular basis, but my guard is definitely WAY up around him. I talked to my friend K. who went to high school with him and knows both of us probably better than she wants to, and she knows exactly why I can't just write him off that easily. When we were at the Picador, she did go up to Mr. B. and say, "You're kind of retarded." And he said,
"I know." And we all knew we were talking about how weird he's been to me. I'd be very surprised if he suddenly got his shit together, but I'd love to be proven wrong.