The First Day

So, today was the First Day that Emily was gone.  Last night, driving home was sad.  I tried not to think of all the reasons I will need her here to counterbalance the boys.  Went to The Decemberists concert last night, and it was fantastic.  Girls in crazy costumes, and a battle between Lawrence of Arabia and the Arab Sultan with the cavalry and whatever you call Arabs on camels.  All conducted in the middle of the crowd, with the Sultan a mere 5 to 8 feet away from me, and myself as a Camel carrying Emily.  The only downside was a stupid drunk girl who thought it was okay to insult me for asking her and her friends to be quiet during the show.  but they were the kind of people who crowd-pushed and so were soon not so near to me and the evening went on splendidly.

I feel like as if all of my good-byes are conducted outside of Adam's house.  Emily and I had parked there to pick up a jacket of hers I had left there, so we said good-bye in the street in front.  I keep on thinking, well, Emily doesn't like to swim anyway.  Ha! my one consolation.

Today was rather dull.  I hadn't really made any plans other than some tentative ones to see Wolverine with Adam in the afternoon (to avoid the weekend and evening pricing)  but he ended up being busy with work and then couldn't hang out in the evening so I just stayed in and watched too much TV and finished Sons and Lovers (by DH Lawrence).  I wouldn't recommend it.  Certainly not my favorite.  But it kept my attention so I read it while I had nothing better to do, which turned out to be a lot of time this week.  I think I'll begin re-reading cannery row for the fourth time now.

I just hope things start being more safe and reliable and good and less stressful and lost and mean.  And reading Sons and Lovers did not help me to begin feeling lest lost, unfortunately.

Tomorrow night is Gogol Bordello, so that should be quite exciting.