November 14, 2005 - 1:49 PM

The Tale of the Prognosticating Mommy

Ok, so, my mom must be psychic. Because she called me Sunday morning at 9:30 (wondering why I was still in bed, then wondering why I wasn't getting OUT of bed while we talked) to tell me excitedly about a dream she had. What was so exciting about the dream? Well, in it, she saw me with a Korean girl. I was dating a Korean girl and she was ever so happy that FINALLY, someone in the family was going Korean. She didn't see her face, but the girl was sitting next to me, and she had shoulder-length hair. That was all my mom could tell me about her. She then ordered me to find a Korean girl in real life as soon as possible to bring her prophetic dream to fruition.

Isn't that weird? And this after I wrote about the Amherst girl in my diary on...Friday...wait...hmm.

Actually, my mom doesn't read this (she read a few entries over a year ago, and got all worried that I was only writing about drinking, and I assured her that I was only including the stuff that's interesting to write about and often embellishing and that I wasn't an alcoholic), so she couldn't have concocted a cockamamie dream-story based on the last entry. Unless my sister Soph told her about it...Hey! Soph! You're not passing on secrets to mom, are you? Cuz I'm not getting you a Christmas present if you are! Donkey donkey donkey.

I did go back to the Arclight on Friday after work with the girl (let's call her J) and one of her college friends to see Pride & Prejudice (quite the enjoyable movie, a few quibbles aside [you like how i was able to fit two "q" words into that last phrase? I rock]). We then killed some time at Amoeba Records before heading a few blocks over to Roscoe's Chicken and Waffle House, where we met up with even more of her Amherst buddies. Yes, the food combination works, and it works really well.

Hanging out with these recent college grads ('03-'05) certainly made me feel old..er. Not so much a fogey, but here were these young fresh-faced go-getters with the world still their oyster, ambitious and brazen; and there I was sitting at the head of the table, realizing how cynical and jaded and down-trodden I've become. Or maybe that's the way I always was, and that's why I didn't feel like I fit in at Amherst.

Nah, just the effects of age and getting closer to death. Ha!

Now Listening To : Terami Hirsch- Entropy 29
Random Thought : You gonna tell mom that I rob banks too, Soph? Tattletale.

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