Saturday, January 12, 2002 :::
 

so good lord, it's the New Year already..happy 2002 to all of us.
so.. okay.. will backtrack to christmas... went to Florida, stayed at Mike's house, as usual. he's agreat host w/ the most. in this case, the most being digital cable a dvd player and a cable modem. whoo hoo after my slow-ass modem and stuff, it's so nice to get soem fast speed going.... prev to gloing to FLA i'd gone dancing with my wonderful friends from the Renaissance Faire days. We'd met at the club, was there about an hour, then went to THE VAULT... which is a club that looks cool as hell, but hardly had anyone in it. the DJ played some good music, what we wanted, including like Temple of One by Sisters of MErcy... it was great fun, and wore me out, and after, at like 4 am, we went to Taco Cabana, to get some all night mexican food. after we ate, i told them, at length and in detail what happend with Beau, and how he died. It was a story i'd told far too many times before, sometimes to stragners, sometimes to new friends, sometimes to people who knew him, and had pain ,and confusion and sadness in thier eyes. these people were in that last category. To sit there, at 5 am, crying wiping my mascara'd eyes while underpaid mexican cooks looked at me with wonder in thier eyes. watching jon-jon just sit across from me, tears welling in his eyes, and christine, sniffing loudly trying not to show it, juliet just looking at me, disbelief in her eyes. it was so hard... trying to get the words out, teeth chattering with the cold of the place, and the emotional stress of telling them what happened. it was so hard. I said soemthing like ' i've told this story a million times, why is this so hard?'

::: posted by Grendy at 1/12/2002 12:01:00 AM