To Live and Love in 1997.
Aug. 26th, 2005 09:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolariTonight, was a nice slice of our 1997 life, brought back for a one night only encore presentation.
Summer of 1997 - I was laid off, mooching off the HUGE bonus Swan gave me when I was laid off (In the region of 2000). We weren't hurting for money, and Dean and I were very much in love. Often times, after Dean came home from work, we would both go downtown for a bite to eat, a very late dinner somewhere, just so he could unwind from work. We'd come home, and play video games until the wee hours of the morning. Once Dean hit the bedtime wall, he'd sleep on the couch next to me while I web surfed and chatted with friends till early in the morning, when we both would go to bed.
I think of those days very fondly and with a lot of nostalgia. We were madly in love in those days. The music was good. We were happy. The food was good. And the company was enjoyable.
As the years went on our evening ritual changed very little. The Dreamcast became a way for me to surf in bed, while Dean slept. The games went from Mortal Kombat to Super Puzzle Fighter, to Street Fighter EX Plus Alpha. The food got more elaborate. And the talks got longer and more cooperative.
Once Dean and I broke up in 2001...it all fell apart. I couldn't go out for food anymore because of my layoff, 2 player games I had enjoyed so much were now boring, or in some cases unplayable. The talks were gone, and in it's place was more surfing and chatting. And I wasn't a fun one to be chatting to in 2001.
Last night, though...was a completely unexpected replay of 1997. Dean had called me bright and early and asked me if I'd like to go to Jim's for dinner. I agreed wholeheartedly, and we went. Due to the budget crunch, if it isn't ramen or cheap meat, I haven't been eating it. The Chicken Fried Steak, Mashed Potatoes, Broccoli with. Cheese and salad were just amazingly good.
Afterwards, we checked our PO Box where I picked up my estrogen for the next month, and took a quick tour of the Hyde park area. While we were there, I began talking about possibly moving here in February...if I didn't have enough to go to Seattle. This has been a Big Thing Looming between us for a while.
Dean and I have been best friends since 1996. Almost ten years. But Dean has Jill now, and I have Emily. It's always been thought that when our lease runs out in February, we would prolly go our separate ways. Dean has wanted me close by even after February, offering to get a duplex, where I would live in the other half of the house.
But I want to go back to 37th street. I loved being there, amid the culture and artist colony feel. But more so, I want to be with Emily, and she is in Canada. If February comes, and I can make it work, I will move to Seattle.
I think what it came down to, was "are you coming back?" Dean has been heartbroken about me thinking of moving away after ten years. He's even gone so far as to suggest that Emily come down and live in that Duplex with me. And while I want that so badly, I don't think she could do that without destroying her chance at SRS in Canada.
All signs point to Seattle. If I want to see Emily, that's where I have to go. Vancouver is nice, but as an American Citizen in Canada, I'm not sure I'd be able to get work easily. Seattle is expensive, but not undoable. But...once everything is done, and all is well, maybe a year or two...would I come back to Austin?
I love Austin. It's just unfortunate that's it's completely surrounded by Texas. But would I come back? If we could find a way to bring Emily with me, and find a way to keep her here, I believe I would. It all depends on how long it takes for her to get the surgery.
For once, that seemed to clear his mind. Going to Seattle was all right - as long as I came back. And I think I would.
Once back home, we were at a loss as to what to do. I gave my usual answer of "Video Games?" and he decided on Super Puzzle Fighter II. And we played for HOURS against each other (remind me to tell y'all the story about the 20 minute Puzzle Fighter match). When it was over, I chatted online, and Dean slept on the couch next to me.
Then it hit me, that we were in 1997 all over again. We were eight years older, but the food, the games and the general togetherness of being together, even when we weren't interacting was such a nice nostalgic reminder of what used to be. Reliving fond memories in real life is an incredible feeling I hope everyone gets to do it one day.
I hope that one day Emily and I, eight years from now, we'll be reliving a fond memories of being together, and enjoying the glow that accompanies it. Wherever we are. :)
Summer of 1997 - I was laid off, mooching off the HUGE bonus Swan gave me when I was laid off (In the region of 2000). We weren't hurting for money, and Dean and I were very much in love. Often times, after Dean came home from work, we would both go downtown for a bite to eat, a very late dinner somewhere, just so he could unwind from work. We'd come home, and play video games until the wee hours of the morning. Once Dean hit the bedtime wall, he'd sleep on the couch next to me while I web surfed and chatted with friends till early in the morning, when we both would go to bed.
I think of those days very fondly and with a lot of nostalgia. We were madly in love in those days. The music was good. We were happy. The food was good. And the company was enjoyable.
As the years went on our evening ritual changed very little. The Dreamcast became a way for me to surf in bed, while Dean slept. The games went from Mortal Kombat to Super Puzzle Fighter, to Street Fighter EX Plus Alpha. The food got more elaborate. And the talks got longer and more cooperative.
Once Dean and I broke up in 2001...it all fell apart. I couldn't go out for food anymore because of my layoff, 2 player games I had enjoyed so much were now boring, or in some cases unplayable. The talks were gone, and in it's place was more surfing and chatting. And I wasn't a fun one to be chatting to in 2001.
Last night, though...was a completely unexpected replay of 1997. Dean had called me bright and early and asked me if I'd like to go to Jim's for dinner. I agreed wholeheartedly, and we went. Due to the budget crunch, if it isn't ramen or cheap meat, I haven't been eating it. The Chicken Fried Steak, Mashed Potatoes, Broccoli with. Cheese and salad were just amazingly good.
Afterwards, we checked our PO Box where I picked up my estrogen for the next month, and took a quick tour of the Hyde park area. While we were there, I began talking about possibly moving here in February...if I didn't have enough to go to Seattle. This has been a Big Thing Looming between us for a while.
Dean and I have been best friends since 1996. Almost ten years. But Dean has Jill now, and I have Emily. It's always been thought that when our lease runs out in February, we would prolly go our separate ways. Dean has wanted me close by even after February, offering to get a duplex, where I would live in the other half of the house.
But I want to go back to 37th street. I loved being there, amid the culture and artist colony feel. But more so, I want to be with Emily, and she is in Canada. If February comes, and I can make it work, I will move to Seattle.
I think what it came down to, was "are you coming back?" Dean has been heartbroken about me thinking of moving away after ten years. He's even gone so far as to suggest that Emily come down and live in that Duplex with me. And while I want that so badly, I don't think she could do that without destroying her chance at SRS in Canada.
All signs point to Seattle. If I want to see Emily, that's where I have to go. Vancouver is nice, but as an American Citizen in Canada, I'm not sure I'd be able to get work easily. Seattle is expensive, but not undoable. But...once everything is done, and all is well, maybe a year or two...would I come back to Austin?
I love Austin. It's just unfortunate that's it's completely surrounded by Texas. But would I come back? If we could find a way to bring Emily with me, and find a way to keep her here, I believe I would. It all depends on how long it takes for her to get the surgery.
For once, that seemed to clear his mind. Going to Seattle was all right - as long as I came back. And I think I would.
Once back home, we were at a loss as to what to do. I gave my usual answer of "Video Games?" and he decided on Super Puzzle Fighter II. And we played for HOURS against each other (remind me to tell y'all the story about the 20 minute Puzzle Fighter match). When it was over, I chatted online, and Dean slept on the couch next to me.
Then it hit me, that we were in 1997 all over again. We were eight years older, but the food, the games and the general togetherness of being together, even when we weren't interacting was such a nice nostalgic reminder of what used to be. Reliving fond memories in real life is an incredible feeling I hope everyone gets to do it one day.
I hope that one day Emily and I, eight years from now, we'll be reliving a fond memories of being together, and enjoying the glow that accompanies it. Wherever we are. :)
