Redefining Irony

As I consider the term, I don't think I have a great deal of "friends." I have a handful. For the most part, I have family and acquaintances. There are a few people I hang out with occasionally, and they're my friends. The people I see every day, or with whom I am deeply emotionally connected, are included in my family. Everyone else is a stranger or just someone I know.

That said, typically, when I come home to MD there are a half dozen people I can speak to who want to do something with me while I'm here. And I tend to only visit for two days - Saturday and Sunday. So I don't get to see many people when I come down; it's a huge disappointment.

Well, as things go, it comes as no surprise to me that, upon taking a trip down here for - GASP! - a whole four days, I'm having trouble finding a single person to meet up with. Everyone is either out of town, working, or avoiding me in some other way. And I was actually excited to be coming home this weekend!

At the least, I occupied my time by driving - a lot! - and going to malls. I got some nice jeans from H&M, more slick briefs from Calvin Klein, and a kick ass t-shirt from Hot Topic (I'll take a pic of me wearing it ... you'll only get it if you read X-Men comics). And in my shoppings I found about ten more things I've made notes to go back and get - either now or the next time I'm down here (though with clothes I've found that if you don't buy it when you find it, you'll never see it ever again; as a corollary, if you happen to find the item in question later, it will be the last one and one size too big or too small).

My biggest issue with this trip, I suppose, is the fact that I have no travel companion, and nothing really to look forward to upon returning home. I have work awaiting me, and an apartment search and impending separation (divorce, really) looming on the not-to-distant horizon. On a brighter note, the new season of House MD starts on Tuesday. There's something to look forward to ....