Two Years Later...

It's been almost two years since my last post. Two years...I can't even think about what I was like two years ago. I can't even think about what I am like today. All I know is it doesn't feel like two years... It feels longer. 

Reading these old posts made me yearn for a time long ago, for people from the past and the relationships I had formed with them. I thought of my time at Best Buy with Dan the Jewish Man or the nights I used to run to Vicky whenever I had a Mac Book crisis and she would hack software for me. I would just sit there scarred shitless; I had this fear that at any moment Federal Marshall's wouldn't bust into her parents home and put us in jail for stealing shit off the internet. 

That was a long time ago... some of the people I mentioned in those old blogs, well... I can't even remember what they looked like. Like my schoolmate Prince or NYC Marcos. It makes me wonder whether in two years I will look back... again... and not be able to remember what the people in my life now look like. 

I can't keep any promises, this I've learned the hard way, so I won't even try to promise that I will be posting frequently but most of all I won't be promising that I will be posting anything interesting. But for now, I am back, I am back to remembering the smaller things in my life, the days where I could appreciate the smaller milestones. The simple day to days... We will both see new things... we will see the new people in my life. 

This past weekend in ten minutes:

-The LA AIDS Walk was on Sunday and it was like an Ingrid Michaelson song: The beauty of it and the root cause can't be correctly identified nor described. There were over 30, ooo people. I saw people from all walks of life.  There were groups of people, many were holding banners or wearing t-shirts that said things like "In memory of..." or "Team so and so". Andrew and I were so exhausted but because CBS had a team we knew we couldn't leave, as Andrew put it "The last thing we need is for Chad to fire us because we bounced early and the CBS team didn't see us." The CBS team eventually passed by, Andrew and I made signs that said "Go Team CBS" and we hung them from the JACK tent. The team came by in Blue shirts and when they saw Andrew and I they went insane. It was amazing. A woman on the team came up to me and she handed me two shirts, the same blue shirts that they were wearing. For the first time in a long time I was proud of the company I worked for and for the first time in a long time I felt like I belonged to JACK again. 

-I was looking through one of the cameras at work and I came across some pictures of the Bustache. The pictures showed some damage to the bus. Being the nosy person that I am I called Angie who had the Bustache out on an event earlier that day. She said that Alan was driving the bus through a park and in maneuvering it through trees the side mirror hit a low branch. Two days prior Alan was in a work vehicle and was hit by a fire truck making it his second accident. Angie then told me that Alan said, "This must be my Yecenia week". I thought that was fucking hilarious because about a month ago I had two "mishaps" with some work vehicles in a matter of one week. I sent Alan a text and I told him not to worry, from experience things would be okay. He sent me back this... "cool thanks. i'm glad I had someone like you to help me get through my yecenia week" I thought about who helped me through my yecenia week and only one though came into my mind... Sarah sitting on a sidewalk for three hours waiting with me for the Bustache to get towed. 

- On Sunday Around 8pm I get a txt message from my mother. Now keep in mind this is a woman who has never quite mastered the simplicity of an email; I constantly have to write and send her emails. So receiving a txt from her is always amazing to me. I guess she learned (the hard way) that neither I nor my brother like to answer our cell phones but we will more than gladly answer all our txt messages within a matter of seconds. Thinking about it now... my mom somehow, on her own, learned to txt so that she could get her kids to talk to her. Anyways, the text message said "Where are u daughter u been gon all day?".  I responded with "Hi mom! I worked from 630a to 5. So now I am at the coffee shop doing hw. I'll be home soon. Dont worry." She responded with "Ok I cook pineapple cake". At that moment standing amongst a crowd of 300 people, waiting for Tegan & Sara to play, I wanted nothing more but to be at home. I didn't care about the pineapple upside-down cake (my favorite), all I wanted to do was sit with my mom and listen to her tell me about her day. 

-When I eventually did get home, almost around midnight, she was still up and the first thing she told me as I walked through the door reeking of smoke and alcohol was, "You study too much, I was worried, why are you home so late?." I couldn't look at her in the face when I said, "I'm sorry, I was studying near work". She sort of just dismissed what I said and then she looked at me and very proudly announced "I went to church today".