October 28th, 2006

When Polter-Cows Attack!

You Didn't Care About Gravity or Anything Inertial

(I laugh at gravity all the time! Heh. Gravity.)

Last night, I finally met ohimesamamama (Mars). Also present were aiglet (Kate), porpentine (Chris), cadhla (Seanan), silverkun (Rey), ceolyn (Cat), beeker121 (Rebecca), and...Lisa, whose LJ name I do not know. We killed zombies, ate Mexican food, played Botticelli, and told jokes over the course of about six hours.

As I drove home, I realized it was one of those nights I used to write about, back in the days when I actually wrote about nights like that. But it's the sort of the experience you can't ever really capture in words because it's not always about what happened but the nature of it all. How exactly do I describe the tone of my "I used to like you" that I said to Cat when she attempted to poke me in the stomach with her foot, that Kate found so endearingly emo? How do I put into words the alternating feelings of totally not getting what anyone was talking about and totally having other people understand what I was talking about? Or should I just list silly things like Seanan drawing pornographic mermaids on Kate's back and the jubilant reaction (to Rebecca's confusion) to my question of "Do you believe in America that the streets are paved with cheese?"

I'm not entirely sure why, but Seanan's friends seem to like me. Well, I know this for a fact because Cat declared, "We like you." It's a funny sort of dynamic because I think part of my appeal is my constant bewilderment and finding them strange and off-putting; they have all this history that I don't have. But at the same time, although I am a New Person, they treat me like one of their own. Kate asked me how I'd been, and not in a standard way, but in a way that reflected that she genuinely cared how I'd been since the last time I'd seen her. She extended an invitation to go Contra Dancing tonight even though I had no interest. I don't know what I did to deserve it; maybe I'm just lucky enough to meet nice people.

Wherever you go, you need a core group of friends. A certain sample of people you feel comfortable with, who get together on a frequent basis. At Rice, I had that for the first time in my life. In Ann Arbor, I had The Girls. And as I drove away last night, I felt like I'd found my core group here.

But enough about happy things! It's time for the depressing outlook on humanity that is Battlestar Galactica!

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