Basement Talkers
Thursday, 9. April 2009, 15:28:24
Lately I've begun to realize just how wonderful it is to get to know different people. Before I was with David, I was something of a floater. I didn't have my own clique, or my own go-to set of friends. That's always healthy, but I feel like I never developed serious connections with any of the people I considered my companions. Now that I'm with him, though, I'm starting to get closer to his friends, as well as a few of mine from the past. With that said, let me tell you about yesterday. I won't go through the typical outline of the day: not only is it a hazy memory after last night's sleep, but it really wasn't that interesting anyway.
Instead of starting by telling you about my adventures and antics in the morning, I'm going to begin the story at lunch. I was walking back up from the cafeteria with David when we heard his best friend Billy call out to us. I'm not sure what he said, but whatever it was made us stop in our tracks and turn to face him. He asked then if David and I wanted to do something that night. We agreed, then decided to ask our friend Kim to come along. She agreed, too. As it all played out, David picked me up at 7:20, we drove to Kim's to pick her up, then stayed at Bill's until around quarter of midnight. The four of us watched TV and talked and laughed for the four or five hours we spent together. It was a wonderful night. I loved watching a U2 concert DVD with them, but just sitting around and talking, being completely open and honest with one another, was the best. For once, we were allowed to turn off the verbal filters that our public facades force us to maintain. That's only healthy. If you turn off the filter at the wrong time, of course there can be consequences, but when you're surrounded by people you trust, sitting around in a basement with some quiet background music playing, there's nothing healthier than letting fly everything that's on your mind.
I didn't want to leave Billy's house last night, and I probably wouldn't have if David didn't have to be home at 12:30. In fact, the four of us would probably still be sprawled across the couches in his basement, either talking or sleeping, or just beginning to wake up. In reality, it's been about twelve hours since I sat on Billy's couch with David's legs draped across my lap. It's been almost eleven since I fell asleep in the passenger's seat beside David on the way up the highway from Johnston. I fell asleep the moment I hit my mattress and didn't wake up until this morning.
What else do I need to say? Last night was wonderful. It just goes to show that you don't need a lot of money to have an incredible time. All you need is a great group of friends.
A basement can be a palace,
Lani
Instead of starting by telling you about my adventures and antics in the morning, I'm going to begin the story at lunch. I was walking back up from the cafeteria with David when we heard his best friend Billy call out to us. I'm not sure what he said, but whatever it was made us stop in our tracks and turn to face him. He asked then if David and I wanted to do something that night. We agreed, then decided to ask our friend Kim to come along. She agreed, too. As it all played out, David picked me up at 7:20, we drove to Kim's to pick her up, then stayed at Bill's until around quarter of midnight. The four of us watched TV and talked and laughed for the four or five hours we spent together. It was a wonderful night. I loved watching a U2 concert DVD with them, but just sitting around and talking, being completely open and honest with one another, was the best. For once, we were allowed to turn off the verbal filters that our public facades force us to maintain. That's only healthy. If you turn off the filter at the wrong time, of course there can be consequences, but when you're surrounded by people you trust, sitting around in a basement with some quiet background music playing, there's nothing healthier than letting fly everything that's on your mind.
I didn't want to leave Billy's house last night, and I probably wouldn't have if David didn't have to be home at 12:30. In fact, the four of us would probably still be sprawled across the couches in his basement, either talking or sleeping, or just beginning to wake up. In reality, it's been about twelve hours since I sat on Billy's couch with David's legs draped across my lap. It's been almost eleven since I fell asleep in the passenger's seat beside David on the way up the highway from Johnston. I fell asleep the moment I hit my mattress and didn't wake up until this morning.
What else do I need to say? Last night was wonderful. It just goes to show that you don't need a lot of money to have an incredible time. All you need is a great group of friends.
A basement can be a palace,
Lani
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