On Youth, Age and Disparity: An epic of novella proportions

Monday morning posts - an affliction of the nostalgic. But today I don't mind slipping into that very wispy bucket. I spent this weekend tripping down the east coast. The multi-stop drive from brooklyn to baltimore was a short 3.5 hours of absolute determination and yet the way back was riddled with excuses to slow down. Apparently car trips lengthen with the magnitude of necessary reflection required therein. 7 hours worth of reflection. 200% of the reflection going down. It was empathy that led SUVs to take out pines trees and souped up sports cars, I swear.

In sum, I drove a combined 10.5 hours to spend 22 hours with some of my roommates from college. I learned a few things, I observed a few things, and I won't wax poetic about any of them. Promise.

LIAR. First off, baltimore is like anti-manhattan. Cute, laid back, star-studded (like, you can actually sees some stars. in the sky.) perfectly filled to that idyllic capacity wherein you definitely have to wait for a table at bars but you can surely find space at the actual bar to put your scorpion bowl down between ya'll...

Secondly: I MISS my friends! When did this happen? When did 9 people go off to live in 8 different places?? When did we enroll in 6 different grad schools? When did we leave our college boy/girlfriends, sell our college text books, and stop sporting our college sweatshirts? And why does it take 3 years, 4 months and 9 days to spend 22 hours getting it all back? (NOT the texts books, mind you.)

I'm reading a book right now called "God's Equation" and it's a biography on the general theory of relativity. I'm pretty damn sure I'm about to get to the part where Einstein sets a tensor to explain why time starts to speed up in the mid-twenties. I'm gonna go out on a limb and say it has something to do with the expanding universe bending around black holes of collapsed sentimentalists, but don't quote me on that. I'm only half-way through the book.

But more to the point, I vow to keep closer tabs on the people who know me upside and down. I promise that Monday won't always be rife with whining and that Tuesday will, again, be pseudo politico rumblings. And I swear that I'll report back when I get to the part where Einstein discovers the secret to moving forward while standing still. But in the meantime, call your mother. Always a good idea.