subcoctions

change of scenery - and pants

when you see someone for the first time in a long time, its customary to hug them, or at least shake hands or something. it's a common courtesy for a reason. that reason is, as far as i know, because it would suck to have your feelings hurt by someone who didn't recognize you or remember your name after a certain period of time. but as we all know, it happens. that what happened when i bumped into leigh at the irish-pub/arcade/milo's?/thing. in my defense, i was distracted by the game of darts i was playing with sara and chad. that chad, he's a competitive one (the following extra exclamation points are for emphasis)!!!!!

so i turned around, and there she was. she was wearing a black dress and too much lipstick. she was smiling the typical pretentious, faux-confident grin that fit her like a tool belt fits my dad. it looks so heavy and cumbersome, but he wears it so effortlessly.

"hi," i stuttered.

"hi," she squeaked, and smiled even bigger at my acknowledgement. but either she can read minds or i'm not terrific at hiding what's going on in my head, because her pearly whites almost instantly took a bow and slid behind her shiny lip curtains. "you don't remember me, do you?"

"of course i do! you're..." do it eric. do it. do it with pride and conviction. "...lindsey?"

needless to say, the conversation didn't progress well from there. i'll spare the details and skip to the theme park.

it's funny, i don't remember having to climb a ladder to get to the platform of the roller coasters. but that's what we were doing after we left the pub/arcade/milo's?/thing. i guess chad hung back to beat himself at darts. don't laugh, i've seen him do it before. so it was just the two of us climbing this white wooden ladder. hand over hand, foot over foot, my view was of the soles of sara's shoes. i found myself worrying that she was going to fall and wondering if she was thinking the same thing. if so, did i catch her in her fantasy? if not, what was she thinking? i might never know the answer to that question, and that's what keeps me (in)sane.

i can tell you, however, what i was thinking. i was hoping that somewhere atop this ladder there would be a restroom.

but there wasn't. and now the title of this post makes sense and i don't have to write anymore.

posted by ...TeamHarris! @ 10:08 PM