Wednesday night ended up being both a beautiful and kind of ugly day for me. It was the night of Webster’s monthly poetry open mic, and despite not knowing what poem I was going to read, I was super excited. However, some events transpired during the day that prevented me from feeling comfortable with being there for it. I went to Webster’s that night because I needed to collect a money transaction from a friend, and during that time I noticed Jason hadn’t yet arrived, so I passed out the raffle tickets for him (I usually do this). After that, I took off, mostly because there was someone there (that usually isn’t) that made me feel incredibly uncomfortable. Fortunately, I have beautiful and loving friends in my life. One of those friends, Kelsey, took me out to dinner so I could get away from the awkwardness. She’s been in NYC off and on this summer, so we hadn’t seen much of each other, and it was great to get a chance to catch up properly. Going to dinner with her reminded me, once again, about the love that surrounds me, and that I have friends that believe in me, believe that I’m a good person and a good friend. It’s easy to forget that when you have someone (a supposed “friend”) constantly telling you how horrible you are.
After dinner we parted ways and I took the back roads home to Bellefonte. On my way I stopped by the University Airport to watch the stars. An additional joy was getting to watch the last of the day’s planes take off and land at the airport. I was right under the landing strip and it was so awesome to have the planes fly right over me. I recorded one of those landings:
So Wednesday night, despite having to miss my favorite day of the month, ended up being pretty spectacular.
I love you keep going,
P.S. — I also want to thank my beautiful friend Sam for talking to me for most of the evening on Wednesday, and keeping me from the ledge, going over, throwing a small, tiny human over, or a large, pudgy person, or other crazy things like that. (Or, you know, just reading a poem that I REALLY SHOULDN’T, despite it being fucking good). She’s one in a million, that one. And I’m glad I get to have her as a very good friend. I love you, Sam.