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She's in Parties
Jan. 18th, 2009 10:33 amReplaced the old Nokia yesterday - finally gave in to my rampant technofetishism and bought an iPhone. It is, in fact, a darned nifty piece of technology, and I've only barely begun to monkey around with it.
I would be much further along the iPhone's learning curve, but for a curious event last night. An old friend and I started zinging e-mails back and forth, then IMing, then phone calls. And we were on the phone together for a bit over six hours. Six hours. You know those people that were in your life way back when, but when you reconnect it's like the intervening time never happened? Yes. This. And over the course of the conversation, we opened up to one another, things going back to our teens, good, bad, ugly, involving ourselves and each other and other people, and I wound up spilling the entire godawful mess of S, from the first fleeting glance in 1988 to the final reciprocated contact attempt in 2005. We laughed and cried together. She told me her own heartbreaks and triumphs, and we joked and laughed. We finally called it a night around 6:30 this morning. Maybe meeting up this afternoon for more catching up and football and what-have-you.
I needed this. I've needed good exciting late-night conversation for a long, long time. I missed it more than I knew. This morning, I feel refreshed and somehow free of a millstone around my neck. I'm feeling darn good.
If only, y'know?
I would be much further along the iPhone's learning curve, but for a curious event last night. An old friend and I started zinging e-mails back and forth, then IMing, then phone calls. And we were on the phone together for a bit over six hours. Six hours. You know those people that were in your life way back when, but when you reconnect it's like the intervening time never happened? Yes. This. And over the course of the conversation, we opened up to one another, things going back to our teens, good, bad, ugly, involving ourselves and each other and other people, and I wound up spilling the entire godawful mess of S, from the first fleeting glance in 1988 to the final reciprocated contact attempt in 2005. We laughed and cried together. She told me her own heartbreaks and triumphs, and we joked and laughed. We finally called it a night around 6:30 this morning. Maybe meeting up this afternoon for more catching up and football and what-have-you.
I needed this. I've needed good exciting late-night conversation for a long, long time. I missed it more than I knew. This morning, I feel refreshed and somehow free of a millstone around my neck. I'm feeling darn good.
If only, y'know?
