Oh my what a day. I really don’t even know where to start. The whole world can turn over in a heartbeat, that’s for sure. So when last we left off I was planning a party. Party had, great success as parties go. Valentine’s Fondue – I made a cheese – Swiss – and chocolate for dipping. New girl R brought another cheese and hot oil for the meat I’d prepped. Hannah brought a rabbit (Cheddar in beer), which was fabulous. Many kinds of bread and dipping sauces, fresh fruit in chocolate. I came home from work to a clean house; Erin had cleaned and saved me from most of that party prep. Party was great – twenty plus people – plenty of food – overheard people calling other people to come over, “I’m at the best party I’ve been at this year” (Go ahead K get some, as Stasis used to say). If there’s one thing I can do in life, it’s have a kick ass party. And then to sleep, I dream that I walk into Erin’s room and it’s empty. I get up, Erin had a date last night and didn’t come home. Angela and I are in bed chatting, we hear her come in and run upstairs, she’s in the house a few minutes and then gone, whatever. I mentioned she’d been acting odd – you can see where this is headed. So Brad, Mary, and I go to Soulard for the Mardi G kick off – the big dog parade( a parade of dogs - people with their pets). I should give you a taste - me two favorites were the man with the turn oif the century German organ grinders carck - on which his greyhound sat wearing purple sunglasses - and the completly transgressive man pulling a cart with the severed head of a pig on it accompanied by the sign "we ate our pet". We set our drinks down and clapped. - Ah the Irish wolfhound was also nice. We were supposed to meet Vanessa and Phil, but finding anyone in that crowd is a lost cause. We end up picking a spot, getting a drink and watching the dogs. I was wish I had pictures for you, as long as I live in St. Louis I am never not doing that again (ha). Soooo much fun I must name the event disco fabulous. I called Erin from a bar to tell her how much fun we were having and that she should meet us, she kept asking, “when are you coming home?”
I met someone at the dog parade who could be influential in my career pursuits – this is a big deal – such a big deal that I hesitate to blog about it– Mary sang my praises to this person while I walked away – that’s how it’s done - she hates a kiss ass– you do your work and get out of the way – this is a very big deal – it’s like my stock went up one thousand percent in an instant – that she’ll give my resume a closer look – that fate had us standing in front of her house is a miracle. When one window opens, another one closes.

I came home to an empty house – that is to say sans one Erin –
Note on door

Karl – I’m sorry but the living situation is not working out. I will send you my portion of March’s rent to give you enough time to find a new roommate – Erin.

Wow.

Her room is empty – which proves at long last that precognitive dreams are a reality. The piano is gone. When she moved in, the piano followed her several weeks later, brought by a special moving company. If we presume that she used the same company, we can infer that she planned this sudden departure weeks ago. It took her several days to move in – it took four hours for her to move out. I left at noon and was back at 4:30 – impressive. Read previous blog about not taking other people's shit personally. Her key was scotch tapped to the wall where the piano used to be. All friends have weighed in on the maturity gap. A new roommate will be secured on the morrow – no worries, I have way too many friends for this to be a problem at all. Angela is relieved to see her go as I must admit am I – getting a little long in the tooth to buck 23 year old mood swings and general childish drama. That was 90% of the problem with R – I was dating too young. Her departure is really as much a gift as my meeting earlier today. Angela, Mary, and Nicole all suggest that the heart of the episode would be a crush on me. I’m not available. I am with Angela – I am with Angela more so day by day – deep brown eyes, blue speck where she fell on a pencil as a child – yup, with Angela. I never have to explain myself to her. We watched The Color Purple tonight to help Nicole read the film critically for a class at Webster – I’d never seen it before and could write a full blog on that part of my day alone. Angela’s support of me is infinite. When Erin was drunk and stoned last week she called me Drew Hicks, Drew is the unrequited love of Erin’s life. This would be the only evidence that I would offer in support of said theory. And the weird assertion that despite her years as a music major that she was now going to go to grad school for English. Well drama queen – good luck with that, we wish you well, but must admonish that the drama you suffer is of your own making and no amount of moves will allow you to escape yourself. Night world. Hang in there Jen - thinking of you - of course. -k-