Sunday, October 19, 2003

Profound, maybe. . . .or maybe not

Really, this update covers mainly friday and saturday, because although I seem to do these entries weekly now, I can't really do a whole week justice.

In general, the rotation is going alot better now that the other two rotators have arrived. It helps so much to have someone agree that things are crazy or not optimally organized. And I'm actually getting things accomplished now. My PCR reaction worked, I have products to play with, and my advisor pretty much told me to go home on Friday afternoon.

Friday morning I woke up and spent hours not going to work. Dave was up and it was a pretty day, and I was procrastinating on getting my oil changed and figuring out what the creaky sound was that my car recently has begun making when I brake. Finally, I hopped in my car, made myself park in the Jiffy Lube parkinglot and asked the guy who ran up to me how long an oil change would take. He guided me into one stall of the garage, and they took over from there.

At one point, all the guy mechanics came in to the lobby and one asked me how West Virginia was. Then one asked if I "came to Madison all by myself" at which point I had to break the news to them that I had a fiancee. They, as a group, left shortly after.

Friday night was of course Happy Hour for the micro students, and coincidentally this weekend was Homecoming weekend for UW, so we got to see a really fun parade on State Street. THe marching band was FUCKING AWESOME (although not as good as WVU's). I even got beads, without flashing anyone.

Having very little luck finding a place to eat dinner for 10, we as a group let Zomary lead us down many blocks to Casa Bianca's, a cute little Italian place, where we could pull together some tables. An older italian gentleman went around to give us our menus. He'd say something to each person, like "Here you go beautiful lady" or "here you go handsome guy." and you know what he said to me?

"Here you go Princess Dianna!"

I guess in hindsight that's a little morbid, but at the time I just beamed! To top it off, we had the most handsome waiter ever, and I thought maybe I was falling in love until I realized that really he looked alot like Dave, and then it all made sense. I don't get to see him enough.

Friday night I had much disturbing dreams. Some of it I was part of a vampire-hunting group, for another part I was a vampire. The most disturbing part was that I was working on a trial to prosecute a woman who liked to impale infants on large cobs of corn--like they were rotisserie chickens--and I failed and she went home and already had another baby ready in her closet. Which makes an excellent segway into:

Tonight a bunch of us micro students went to a corn maze in Lodi--I organized the trip. We got to drive out into the country, which made me super homesick for both West Virginia and Hiram. AHHHH, FARMLAND!!! The corn maze was tremendous fun. We started out seriously trying to navigate the maze, but it sort of melted into just trying to get out alive.

We actually ran into some other people from the program in the maze. I also attempted to put a chokehold on Roger and it really didn't work. I realize now that I would have had to knee him in the stomach, so I don't feel so bad. But it made me realize I missed having Jason around for an uke.

In general, I've been keeping a little, quiet vigil today. It's gay and silly, but I live for a bit of ritual, and today is sort of a day of import, because Jason and Mb got hitched. At least, that's what the invitation said. So yeah, I feel it's an important day because it's another ending. That door gets to be closed, and hopefully they'll be happy. It's a relief, but it's sad too, because I do miss Jason, just like I miss so many other people. Slowly, it's all falling back into the realms of natural history and nostalgia. And this new life rises up to take over.