wonder kristin!

i am a superhero. seriously, i have a magical ability. and that is: i get myself into the most extreme situations. i always get out of them, sometimes unscathed. but definitely changed. this past weekend is kind of a blur to me but there are some things i learned that particularly stand out (that and i love making lists):

1- dan jimerson is a master of sweet 80's music. i am the master, but he makes the list.
2- deserted wineries are abundantly awesome.
3- i am kind of afraid of fish. the more there are, the more afraid i become.
4- i am not afraid of mice. i am especially not afraid of frederick the mouse who is my friend and whose life i saved.
5- big dogs see me as competition.
6- creme brulee ice cream is amazing. seriously, it's ben & jerry's, try it.
7- (because i don't want to stop a list at 6, my luck is unfortunate enough) i am friends with more guys than girls for one major reason: guys in general are cooler than girls. and they like me better too.

best scenario of this past weekend: drinking wine with dan and trying to catch the house mouse.
worst scenario of this past weekend: being stuck in alfred, drunk, and finding out that the person I've been seeing for months has been with someone else. also, having to stay at "someone else's" house on the floor. and also, telling "someone else" that their shoes are cute right before you find out they're actually a total skank and made out with your man. oh yes and also, finding this out in a large crowd of people and trying to maintain your cool. AND, having to learn this piece of offensive information only hours after you've been told by the person (whom you trusted) you've been seeing that they have been in repetitive contact with their ex.

so it happened that at 10:30 pm on saturday night i was alone and drunk in alfred. and i was not happy about it. and a girl asked me if i needed a ride anywhere because she had heard the conversation i was having (with my sister about how much my life at that precise moment sucked); she was heaven-sent i swear. then i went back to the party where "that person" and "someone else" were and i made a new friend. and we talked about how great things like green peppers and peanut butter are. he asked if i always liked the kooky guys (in reference to you-know-who, who happened at that moment to be singing a song about girl scout cookies, out loud) and i said yes but i'd prefer if they were honest too. he said he understood and i think he did because he really looked at me. we talked about more random things like body hair and dishware and when we talked we told the whole truth--all of it. because we didn't know each other and we had no reason to lie. and i don't think either of us would even if we did.

later that evening i fell asleep on the couch. my new friend slept on the floor. it was 4:30 in the morning. i know he fell asleep looking at me that night. i could feel it. i couldn't hide being upset anymore, i'd had too many beers and everyone else was passed out, unaware. and i cried. he watched me and i let him. it was the only honest moment i had that entire day and it was with a complete stranger.

that was the most important thing i learned all weekend: honesty does exist. even brutally sometimes. and it will always be there--even at 4:30am when you're wasted and in alfred and you think you're being smothered with a lie. honesty is everywhere.