It's been an interesting few weeks, and I'm not sure I've caught up with myself yet. Actually, I know I haven't caught up with myself yet. I guess that's the point of everything though, isn't it? If I was able to keep up with myself I'd be doing virtually nothing.
So on the the weekend before Easter Will and I attended the wedding of whitealinta
and Lucas (who probably has an LJ that I don't have on my FList), and it was cool to meet up with people I haven't seen in ages, like evil_s
. The strange thing was I wasn't expecting to know quite so many people, but I did. And Will got to meet some more of my friends, which was also really good. The wedding was in Ormond, and was quite nice. The only strange part was arriving. We parked the car, and were walking up the road to the church, and I was holding Will's hand. We passed a black sporty car, which had all the hallmarks of 'male macho prick showing off'. The front passenger door was open, and there was a leg sticking out, a very male leg (well, okay it was the hair on the arm that gave that away), in a dark denim jean and a urban style sneaker.
Part of me wondered if continuing to hold Will's hand would be provocative. Would it be pushing the envelope?
As it turns out, apparently so. We passed the car, which was blasting Aussie hip hop loud enough to make me thing 'wog' and were probably another ten metres or so down the road when a loud 'THE FUCK?' roared out from behind us. I think we walked for a few metres more before Will asked 'Did we just get...'
'Uh huh,' I said.
It can't have been more than a minute later that the black car roared past, all four windows down at at least four blokes in it. They were jeering. I think. They were yelling something, I know that, but I couldn't actually make out words. I'm sure it was meant to be insulting, but it just seemed strangely hollow.
"That's sad," I said as the car pulled up to the light and then turned the corner.
"Scary," Will said.
"No," I said. "More sad."
You know, there was a lot more I wanted to write, but I don't want to anymore. Part of it's because it's 4 AM. Part of it's because I think I want a new post for that stuff.
Actually, I know I'll need a new post for that, given that I'll want to friendslock the writing stuff.
Sometimes I just get really tired of dealing with shit. Especially when it gets in the way of important stuff.
In other news it was my anniversary yesterday. Tuesday. The one year anniversary of the first time I met Will. Which he considers our first date. I sort of consider our first date date to be a good two or three weeks after that, but I'm certainly not quibbling. So we saw The Tempest on Monday, because Will's a Shakespeare buff and I didn't care what movie we saw. Today we're seeing Hairspray because I'm a a musical geek. Will and I have a one year anniversary. It seems longer. And at the same time, like no time at all.
I am a very lucky man.