This Fish Needs A Bicycle

headed out

In an hour or so, I'm going to have to trade in my overalls for something a little less Beverly Hillbillies so that I can join the party already in progress. I have some mixed feelings about seeing the Fireman again. It's just really a shame to spoil hot memories of a summer fling with... reality. But so be it.

I'm not shaving my legs. Okay, maybe I will but I am not cleaning my room.

Yesterday's going away party has had me feeling a bit low. The party itself was great. My Intern Extraordinairre put together a soundtrack that played along with images of New York City projected on the lobby walls. There was NY style Cheesecake and Billy Joel singing Uptown Girl. There were good stories and lots of laughs.

And then the good-byes started happening. I hadn't been watching the clock. They just sort of snuck up on me.

David and I haven't really had much to do with each other since we broke up in my office two years ago. But when he hugged me and kissed me good-bye with a sort of familiarity that made the room stop, he said, "You know, if they don't treat ya right, you can always come back."

I had my fifth glass of wine and the left the building with my two best work gals. We stood on the sidewalk, dressed alike (oh, yes, we'd gotten the memo) and reminisced until the wind sent us scurrying. And when I got home, mascara streaked face, drunk and sad, Roommate was graceful enough to let me slip into my room for the rest of the evening. You'd think I'd have been thrilled to leave the Monkey Firm. Instead, I felt like I should have been asking them all to sign my yearbook.

Stay cool. Don't change.

But I'm awfully glad I have.

Posted by This Fish at March 20, 2004 06:08 PM