On Sunday afternoon, my drive to Houston from Dallas was so extreme, i had moments where i felt Bi-Polar.
The trip had an emotional beginning, as i drove away from my little boy. Ben Fold's song to his daughter happened to come on at the time, so the tears flowed. It was like a bad music video, or a sappy commercial. By the time it was over, i was laughing at myself, but felt much better.
The 4+ hour drive made me feel like a lunatic: I went from crying to laughing to dancing a little too enthusiastically for a car ride. It was fun, then it was boring. It was good to have some time to myself, then i felt lonely. My thoughts ran the gamut. There was sunshine at times, then torentual downpours. I was tired, then totally psyched about the evening i had in store.
I was so relieved when i finally arrived in Kingwood!! My generous hosts accompanied me to the Houston Roller Derby, and even offered to drive. We had a BLAST, to the extent that i'm too tired right now to write all about it...(more on this later).
Friends, laughter and smiles sure are helpful for de-stressing. So is screaming at the top of your lungs at girls on skates. Beer doesn't hurt, either.
Monday, June 18, 2007
I'm crazy
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i was so disppointed that i couldn't make it to the bout! i wanted to yell at girls on skates with you. boo. i'm glad you had a good time. how about those WFTDA Nationals in September? eh?
I'm so glad you made it to the bout, even if I only got to talk to you for a couple of seconds. Yes, derby does make the whole world disappear for a little while...
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