Au revoir, mon Roi Méchant de la Table Française.
You remember how a couple posts back I was all sad about the fact that I would never see a couple of my friends again? Well, it ended up being entirely untrue because I saw both Tom and Nick after having posted that. That was May 7, a Friday a week ago.
I saw Tom at Lushbaugh's the Saturday after that when he stopped by to say hey and return something to Lushbaugh. So we all got to say goodbye to him one more time before he left for Ohio. We saw him again on-line briefly Tuesday (His computer has been fucked up, so he couldn't be on long.), and hopefully we'll get to talk to him again next Tuesday. He's a great guy.
Nick. I haven't known Nick as long as Tom, but I feel closer to him. We have a lot of things in common like having lived in France for a time, both being athiest (which, to me, is huge because I don't know many athiests), and both being freaks when it comes to trying to be social with the rest of our species. As I type, Nick's packing and waiting for his dad to come down from Lafayette, but I got to see him one last time yesterday night. He made me my first martini (tasted suspiciously of vodka), then we drank wine and Heinekin with bacon/three cheese pizza. We watched Don Hertzfeldt cartoons, Invader Zim, and The Transporter. I showed him my webpage and read off all my phobias to which he replied with his usual comment: "Freak!" He showed me the cheat codes that he had installed for "Grand Theft Auto III" so that he was invulnerable with a BMW that couldn't blow up just so that he could wreak as much havoc as he wanted (He laughed a lot when the tanks showed up and their shells couldn't touch him.) all without dying. He showed me another video game that he really likes called "The Prince of Persia," and he got me to play it (though, after a few beers, a hand-eye coordination game is not the best of ideas). I died within the first ten minutes after doing some major button-mashing, go figure, then he took over to show me the ending. And we also just sat around a while talking about France, relationships, human psychology, what it's like being an athiest (He got it really rough in high school whereas I kept my mouth shut till college.), and just what we wanted to do with our lives. Hell, I didn't get home until two this morning because we were having such a good time and didn't want to have to say goodbye again. Goodbyes suck. Saying them twice sucks even more because the pain comes back all over again at having been separated from someone who's really cool and great to be around. Well, at least I'll still see him on "Star Wars Galaxies." It's a lot harder to sit around talking about philosophy over a beer in-game though.
Eh bien, j'ai beaucoup à faire ce matin, alors je m'en vais. Je ne veux que dire une fois de plus à mon ami: Au revoir, mon Roi Méchant. Tu vas me manquer fort.
Posted: May 15, 2004 at 10:30 am.