grown-up things

Last night our first, real, grown-up bed was delivered. The act of putting the futon out on the street is very symbolic when it comes to a nice tidy metaphor for this time in my life. A real mattress and box spring for the real, gainfully employed grown-up me. Last week, while talking on the phone with C. (the only person from college I still talk to) I was flabbergasted/speechless upon hearing her tell me a story that really sums things up.

It went like this:

Me: Can you call me at work?
C: Yeah, what's the number?

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Me: Didn't you take like 50 of my business cards the last time I saw you since I had so many extra?
C: Well, yeah, but I was keeping them in my car... and... It is a really funny story...
Me: What'd you do?
C: A. was visiting me for Thanksgiving and we got really stoned at the Drive-in...
(in my head...the Drive-in?!?)
C: And there were these birds.
Me: Birds?
C: Yeah, near the car. And we wanted them to come closer to us, but the only thing we had in the car were your business cards. So, we ended up tearing them up into little pieces and feeding them to the birds to try and get them to come closer.
(hm...)
C: So, A. and I basically tore up our only gainfully employed friend's business cards to feed them to birds. Funny, huh?
Me: Awesome.

Perhaps this story deserves some context. You see, my "best" friend C. has been living at home since graduation. I think of her as my best friend because she is the closest thing I have right now. She doesn't always behave in ways that warrant that title. She is leaving today to drive cross-country to try and find an apartment and job in San Fran. With her straight girlfriend. (I only call her this because that is how she was introduced to me.) In the S*ab she got for graduation. I don't have a lot to say about this, but it is just something that has stuck with me over the weekend while I was doing grown-up things like buying a real bed by myself for my girlfriend and I.

Also, when I was cutting my hair and cut a little too much to be able to go down the drain smoothly. Oops. What can I say? I'm only beginning to do grown-up things. It's a process, okay?