August 29, 2004
A wedding to remember
All things considered, I'd say my weekend ranked in at about an "okay." Friday night, I don't even remember what I did. Saturday was full: running, driving, attending a wedding. Sunday wasn't, but was good anyway: hanging with the T-streeters and Gabe, eating at Luna, playing (and losing) hockey.
Mainly, it's been a weekend to really stop and think. Attending that wedding sure helped put an interesting spin on those thoughts. Two observations:
- After three years, conversations tend to revolve around our jobs. "What do you do?" is that inevitable question, and the inevitable answer is, "I work in DC, I live in Alexandria." Our lives become defined by our jobs, summed up by our careers and the neighborhoods in which we live. As Cyndi pointed out, we don't get to think about the things that make us more interesting: I play poker on Wednesdays, Hockey on Sundays, I'm training for a half-marathon. The little minutae of our lives get lost in the summary.
- I'm amazed at how bad I am with names and people. It had only been three years, why can't I remember the name of someone I hung out with? It gave me a really scary thought: in three years, or five years, or ten years, what am I going to remember about this life I'm living now?
Point number two has really resonated with me. At first, I had these visions of running into you guys down the road and playing the, "Hey... [shit, can't remember your name] what's up?" A few months ago, I passed a guy I lived next to for a year, and couldn't remember him. How shitty is that? But I came to the conclusion that I won't forget many of these friends I have now. You guys are so much closer than most of the people I knew then, and those that were as close (or comparable), I remember. And that's comforting.
It's just kind of crazy that this circle that I keep right now can be so large—possibly larger than my college experience—yet so tight. It gives me a lot to be thankful for.