Rachel's Daily Diary

 

 

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Saturday
23 February 2002

1 14 am est   [ just returned ]

Just returned. Just returned from the party. It was lovely. Really. Everyone way so sweet to me. All my jokes about my "month of the old people" aside, I had a great time. There were 40+ people there. Of the 40+, I had met one before. So I was self-conscious. Especially when I learned that the birthday girl had told everyone there about me.

Anyway, I was seated at the kiddie table, which was fun. There was a fifteen-year-old (my cousin), two sixteen-year-olds, a seventeen-year-old, a twenty-one-year old (my cousin, brother of the sixteen-year-old), a twenty-four-year-old (myself), and a twenty-seven-year-old (brother of one of the sixteen-year-olds). So I felt old. Componded with the girl at school thinking I was older than writing implements, I felt ancient, like every racey story I told was corrupting the youngin's.

[By the way, I called Matthew just a few minutes ago, when I got home, and he was playing speed Scrabble with Tom (his former roommate) and Tom's new roommates, which made me so happy. My man is the best and I really want him to get out more often. I worship him, and not just because my cousin went on and on about how wonderful he was, as everoyone does who meets Matthew.]

Anyway, I have a distant cousin who is 15 (just a bit behind my sister) and one who is 21 (just a bit ahead of my brother), so I feel very "sisterly" towards them, for lack of a better word.

I might have had a smidge too much to drink on an empty stomach, which only means I may have talked a decible louder than otherwise. I hope no one thought I was too loud.

Anyway [quite aware I am using this word again], I am hoping to spend a quiet day on Sunday with my 90-year-old cousin. I gave her a birthday present and she gave me a pin which she explained she had reserved for me because the initials matched Matthew's and mine. Really, the two of us together are so cutesy sweet you wouldn't believe.

I am glad to be home. Sleep, the bed beckons. Another magnificent day pases, and I am glad to be alive!

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[ my newly discovered cousins ]

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[ other people actually interested int he family tree ]

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[ and ninety years celebrated ]

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