12/15/10
I’m actually writing on Microsoft Word because I can’t use the internet right now. Normally I would put this up on my blog, and I will later, but I just needed to get it down. Tonight I met my brother. I’ve spoken of him – briefly, but not much. I probably won’t say much about it now either. I don’t like outsiders involved in my personal life.
So, first of all, we met at Red Robin. Sean brought his roommate, who I believe has ADD or ADHD – something like that. Anyway, it’s not important to the story. Even though it’s only a story by technicality. (Quick thing – my mom just read a cookie recipe out of a magazine – apparently, one recipe calls for two hardboiled egg yolks pushed through a fine mesh sieve. Odd.)
Anyway, I waited out front for him and his roommate. While I was waiting, I looked at the pictures (a lady with a lemon for a butt, a couple from the WWII era dancing by a river, and two toddlers kissing – awkward, but cute), and looked outside to see an old man in a wheelchair trying to get in. He couldn’t seem to manage it. So I motioned for him to back up and I opened the door, and one of the waitresses opened the next door. I don’t know why I mentioned that. Anyway, a few minutes later, Sean and his roommate walked in. It wasn’t hard to recognize him at all. It was actually really easy. We just stood there for a second, and he said, “Long time, no speak.” I don’t recall saying anything, except that we were sitting inside, and he replied, “No, really?” I was tongue-tied. Absorb that, if you can. I hardly said anything. I couldn’t make any sort of conversation during dinner. I just interjected a bunch of random comments. My parents, who hadn’t spoken to him once since they last saw him 15 years ago, were much better at it, asking questions that weren’t difficult and laughing in all the appropriate places. I, on the other hand, couldn’t think of anything to say, and I just sat there staring at my Coke while ripping a plastic wrapper, tapping my feet like mad, and beaming at the world. I could NOT for the life of me stop smiling. My mom looked at me weirdly several times, and Sean – I don’t think he’s used to hyper people. Put it that way. But I was nuts. Oh, come on, I kind of had a reason to be. At the end he gave my mom and me a hug.
I think I’ll see him again. I hope so. If not this week, it may be a while – I won’t be back for months because of school.
12/16/10
I am not a pelican.
Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, I can continue. With what, I don’t know.