Cocky bastard.
Thursday, June 10, 2010 / 9:35 AM
So, how does one describe a man that shows up and my door at the ungodly hour of six thirty in the morning, charges into my house like he owns it, strides into my room, rips off the covers and tells me we're leaving in ten minutes and that its nice out-please-wear-a-nice-dress? Very nonchalant, very... cocky. He was faking it. I had the urge to just... go downstairs, take my sweet time, and tell him to stuff it.
Army business in Illinois is a little odd. This is more of a recruiting ground, aside from the AFB in St. Clair, than an army town like Fort Bliss or Fort Sam Houston in Texas. Nonetheless, some events take place outside of the city, for south and west. A one and half hour drive.
I always felt a strange fondness for the ceremonies the army does. Ryan's squadron and company graduated this week and a few of them got to be First Class... I never doubted he was good at what he did. I was strangely proud and a little surprised when a few of his boys that had to be flown up from Fort Bliss recognized me... damn, its been over two years.
The ceremony and brunch/after-party ended before noon. It wasn't quite as formal or as big as the ones in Texas, it was much more personal. Too personal. Life on a base is a lot like Smalltown, USA. You know everything three seconds after it happens because you are quite literally in a closed off community where you need to have your ID scanned to get in... so you're corralled in with everyone else around you. It is impossible to be alone on a base... the women banded together to create a perfect network. Your neighbor knows when you get a new TV, a new microwave, a dog before you do. And again, like a small town, no one really forgets anything that happens... even if it happened three years ago. The entire base knew that he put a ring on my finger five minutes after he asked. Everyone knew I was leaving him before I got to the gate and everyone still, dammit, remembered.
He didn't have to warn me about the underhanded comments I'd have to shake off with a polite smile. I was very much aware of them as soon as we arrived. The comments were mostly harmless and his squadron was fine with having me around which was surprising. I'd befriended a few of them and I wasn't sure how it'd be after all that time with radio silence from my end. I suppose those bridges aren't burnt. It was not a bad event or experience... just a little uncomfortable at times but I was fine. I suppose that is called progress.
We got home in time to ignore the little signals from everyone to please stay there with him/them then leave and go with Mal to go watch Metropolis (1920's silent film). I cannot really tell you what the film was about about... I got a little ADD in the middle of it and started having thumb-wars with Mal but I still liked it.
Ryan joined Mal, the boys and I again in time to watch the game at a bar in Wrigleyville (don't ask how I got in, haha). I'm proud we won. I had the time of my life there... not even caring I had to drive eight drunk men home at four in the morning in three different cars with Ryan's help.
"Patrick Kane just became a Chicago legend."
ogni cuore
ha il suo dolore
If you're here, you've somehow managed to stumble across my blog. The word blog makes me think of snooty fashionistas in
New York writing about their later escapades in their pink Mercedes so we'll just call this the place were Ria (yours truly)
can spit out whatever the hell she wants with no responsibility or thought about who she might be offending.
Also, if you're reading this, you might want to know a few things. This is my fifth attempt at successfully keeping a record of my thoughts and doings
- after a few LiveJournals, a former Blog (if you peek around you might find it), and a few paper journals - so, I figure this might be the last chance
I'll give myself to write everyday - if not possible then every other day - about what's going on through my head.
N
o, you're not handcuffed to a chair. You may leave if you will. Go watch porn.
My basic goal with this is to try to flesh out the philosophies, memories, thoughts that make me - me.
Truthfully, I just want to write again. I miss it.
omnes relinquite spes
o vos intrantes
Nel mezzo del camin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
che la diritta via era smarrita.
Ahi quanto a dir qual era è cosa dura
esta selva selvaggia e aspra e forte,
che nel pensier rinuova la paura!
Tant 'e amara che poco è più morte;
ma per trattar del ben ch'i' vi trovai,
dirò del altre cose ch'i' v'ho scorte.
Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy. Inferno
and tonight
the stars revolt
