Monday I put on my helmet and rode down to OC. First stop, my parent's business, to drop off the xmas present for my cousin that has been sitting on my table for four months - and of course, to scare my mom a little bit. "You rode that thing all the way here??? On the freeway???!!!"
From there to Eleni's - stepped from the bike to poolside cold beers and comfy spots in the sun. Johnny showed up, and we had a great afternoon. The baby woke up eventually, so I got to watch little Gelli (Evangelina doesn't lend itself to a whole lot of nicknames!) run around the patio. She's adorable. Johnny is an old friend from the bad old days who has really turned his life around, and it was nice to talk to him for a while. Eleni, I worry about ... I love her to death and i don't like what has happened to her life. But what can I do?
Then down to Costa Mesa to meet the lovely blogdrassil, finally! She is a living doll and a splendid hostess. Hopefully we'll get the chance to get together again soon.
The way home was a bit scary ... my front brakes were already metal-on-metal, so I'd been using the rear brake heavily. I pressed down w/ my foot and felt no pressure, no response at all from the bike. No rears at all and maybe 25% front. But wtf, who needs brakes on the freeway anyway? I got home, haha.
Friday night drinking with co-workers, and Charles ... we closed the bar down, then some asshold stole his helmet, and this night turned into four am after everything was handled and he got his lid back ... what kind of idiot steals a helmet w/ a HA sticker on it? Especially when everyone knows who did it, and oh, he lives right around the corner.
Saturday I went down to my mom's to visit w/ my Great-Aunt Nancy and Great-Uncle Doyle, who are freaking awesome. They were crashing for the weekend at my parent's house. I want to be them when I am old - going wherever i want and crashing at relatives' houses when I get tired. They are opinionated ... it's hilarious to see my seventy-something great-aunt throw out "hussy" in casual conversation.
My dad is not doing well ... i may be a bad child for feeling this way, but I'm almost hesitant to go visit my parents because it is so hard to deal with what is happening to my dad. He's not him, he's not there. My mom cries every time I see her, and I wonder how long she'll be able to take care of him at home, or how long they'll take him to the shop to pretend to work.
Two years ago, my dad ran a race team, three years ago he was driving his funny car. His old friends talk like he was the greatest mechanical engineer that ever lived. Now he doesn't remember that I don't live there, and gets combative over the truck that my mom won't let him drive anymore (after he got in two accidents in two days). The doctors, they just don't know. My mom says he's gone downhill so fast in the last month.
This breaks my heart to watch, to be a part of.
Randi, if you still read, please don't mention anything to any of our crowd ... My mom doesn't want his old friends to know how bad it is.
I said my goodbyes from there and went to Heather's, where Johnny, MySam, Lindsey, and of course heather and adam and aasta were there. Drinking, movies, fun, and then Johnny and I went to another party. A house party in Anaheim that was just like the house parties in Garden Grove I went to twelve years ago, including the same people. Surreal. I got home early because I missed my boy, and he stayed out all night. Grr. but I got over it.
So there was my week, in case anyone wondered ... spent today working on the bikes, got my brakes all fixed up, and i think i'm going to go buy myself a drink.