cheers to hyde park

she was exactly as i remembered, minus the glitter on her chest. she had a massive purse on one arm, a massive shopping bag on the other. she was color coordinated in her trendiness from head to toe, with drama seeping out of her pores. it felt good to see her when we finally made eye contact on the steps. it's a strange feeling when you see someone you once knew after years of them being a distant memory.

she was "starving" so we defaulted to heartland brewery, which was less than thrilling. she took me through her entire life story from where we last left off. when she was finished, she would pose occasional questions about my life, only to chime in 3 sentences into my reply. i don't care much to talk about myself, but it got more painful as the night went on to listen to pointless details about her roomate or the mice in her apartment. she wouldn't stop talking. and because she wouldn't stop talking, she couldn't finish her beer. and i didn't want to be rude and suggest leaving before she finished her beer. so 3 hours later we're standing on the corner of 14th and union square west, as she's spewing verbage more intensely than she was in the first hour (she claimed to be a lightweight, so the 2 beers probably didn't help). once i finished my cigarette, all i wanted was to get in a cab and go find out who was sent home on american idol. i've never been so exhausted by a conversation in my life. not even by vicki leaverton.

to give her credit, it was really good to see her. but that's about as far as it goes. as for doing it again sometime, as you often say at goodnight, i'm really not interested. now that we are no longer a part of the same small community, what would we talk about? i can only listen to hopeless love stories and details about mice for so long. things do change. and i'm ok with it.