This weekend was the San Francisco International car show. Funny thing, we walk into the Honda showroom and I naturally gravitate towards the RSX. I look around and it's all these people you would catergorize as "street racer wannabes." Good for a laugh from Katherine.
But in truth, is that me? I always hoped not. I guess them street racer kids were always epitomized by obsession with the straight line quarter mile. I've always thought turns were more fun. I dunno.
So I'm feeling pretty mellow and nostalgic at the moment. Maybe it doesn't help that I'm listening to some super duper slow Jay Chou song. But be prepared for some deep, at least for me, sharing.
I went to Berkeley today. I semi walked passed BEARcade, and from far away I could see all the windows newspaperred up. For those who didn't know, last Friday was BEARcade's last day ever. It's the same ASUC bureaucracy ish that always goes on.
But I remember saying goodbye to that place my last day working. It was quite sad. But in the back of my mind I always thought it would still be there if I ever came back to visit. And it was, a many many times.
But no more. It gets me sad because so much history was build around that place. People travelled form Japan to come visit, not solely, but still. We were made famous in the Midwest for having a flickering screen. So much history. Also, so much sweat and toil. I know I spent countless hours there when I was running the place to make sure everything was going ok. I remember staying there until like 11pm on Halloween one year to make sure a game was set up.
Sadness overcomes me.
I also said goodbye to a big part of my life this weekend. Although I might see Ming again because he still has a lot of my stuff, like my bag in case you are reading. I don't think I'll have another opportunity to hang out with him before he leaves. Even when I moved back home, I knew I would still see him every now and then because Berkeley is not exactly a long ways away. But now that he will be back in Arizona, it's not like I could call him to go hang out.
You probably can't tell since you are reading this, but I just spend twenty minutes staring at the screen not knowing what to write. I don't have a lot of people I consider close. He is one of them.
Sadness overcomes me again.
21 November 2005
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2 comments:
i love you schnookums
it's def. one of the harder things for me to have to give up to move back to arizona. Two years ago when i first moved here, who would have figured, yeah? But you never really value something till you dont have it....and having that feeling really sink in is something i'm trying to avoid cuz i know it's more than i'd like to deal with right now. Ha....call me weak....at least i'm not a ricer....haha....j/k
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