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12 24 pm est I had a fantastic evening with my bro last night (I call him Max, which always confuses people [since his name is Adam]; likewise, I call my sister [who's name is Rebecca] Lou; both are long stories which I delight to explain to people when they ask). We went out with five other students to a nice restaurant, and then Joe [my new pen pal at West Point] shocked us all by insisting on paying for dinner. He had been such a peach all day; he even drove my brother and I to the mall! Oh, and shopping was so much fun. I haven't been in ages, and my brother cracks me up. I got a polar-tec / polar fleece / nau-tec / whatever you call it that I think I look adorable in. I tried it on and ran up to my brother and exclaimed, "Don't I look cute!" [I can't wait to get my camera so I can fill up my pages with pictures; of course, I am going to have to switch servers because I keep hitting the 20 meg limit on this one.]* So after a fantastic dinner, my brother and I tardily attended casino night. I, of course, jump at any excuse to get dressed up, so I was pleased to be prancing about in my favortie dress and shoes. I couldn't be bothered to put on make-up, and I just clipped my hair back loosely, because we were late (ha, I make it sound as though I would have done something different if we had more time, but I really wouldn't have). Then we were off. Casino night, which my brother informs me is ranked one of the top ten college parties, is an even where, for $25 a couple, you get $750 in paper money and you gamble. They also have a bar and dancing. The regular gambling occurs in a big room, and off to one side there is a "high stakes roo". As I said, my brother and I arrived late, so the event was overly crowded and my brother was a little apprehensive about the whole thing. I dragged him into the high stakes room and had him cash our collective money for three pink $1000 chips. We found an overcrowded game of blackjack (there were about 18 bids on the table) and my bother found a place to stand where he could place his bet. We kept winning, and I found a yellow $25,000 chip on the floor, so we were able to stay in the game with the help of the dealer, Greg. I aparently wear a large sign that says I like arrogant men because Greg had me pegged. As soon as he learned that my date was my brother, he started in on me. He was an absolute riot, drunkenly cheating at dealing in a way that absolutel no one found offensive (I was impressed by that skill), and trying to impress me with tales of his investment banking work and the puchase of his new car (a Corvette 2000). I couldn't resist responding that I wasn't much of a car person. I didn't even know that there was such a thing as a Corvette 2000, and I have no idea what buying one is supposed to say about your status. But I am always amused at male attempts to show off their toys. [For the record, it is now 1 08 pm and my brother is still sleeping.] My bother wanted to go dance, but I was having such a delightful time flirting with Greg the dealer and I really wanted him to have a chance to hang with his friends instead of babysitting his sister, that I sent him off on his own. At this point, Greg left to get more chips, and asked me to sit in his seat. I shuffled the cards, and when he returned, I ended up dealing for the rest of the night. It was a blast, and I loved cleaning out the table! Greg was more than a little disappointed that I wasn't going home with him, and he had a chat with my brother about how I was over-protective My brother and I both laughed. The gambling had been for a certificate which stated your winnings, which people used to bid on the prizes (which my brother and I agreed were very Bar Mitzva). My brother woulnd up with $700,000 but most of the bidding began at $1,000,000 so we left the auction and made our way home. I had such a wonderful day... So I met several guys I wanted to gobble up this weekend, and decided that it is a good thing that I am going to see my man soon, because I am obviously feeling starved for affection if nothing else (actually, the young 'uns bring out my maternal instinct). This long distance thing isn't ideal, but it is working for us. But one of these days we are going to have to have the dreaded serious discussion about our future. I like to make it sound bad, but it isn't; Matthew indulges all of my requests to discuss anything that I bring up. But the deal is, I don't want to be indefinately, and if we're pretty sure that we are not going to be in the same state for the next few years, than somehing needs to change. My relationship with Matthew is so wonderful, but it does inhibit my ability to meet new people (this weekend was the first time I seriously flirted since M and I started dating [besided the bartender on my 21st birthday]) and I am beginning to remember what a big part of my personality that used to be... It would be one thing if we could move in together, which I would be all for except that it implies something realy serious about marriage. M lived with his last girlfriend for a year, and I asked him how he would feel about living with two serious girlfriends before he married someone else, and he said he did not want to do that. So, if I become the second live-in girlfriend, then I am sort of saying, "Yes, let's get married!" which, while I certainly feel on some days, I am not yet ready to say... And this whole discussion is defunct because M is most likely going to move back to LA with his parents after he graduates in May and the two jobs that most appeal to me are in San Fran and Honolulu, thouh I will certainly apply to others in New York and LA. And, I still haven't lost the fantasy of getting a PhD, or MS, at MIT in a few years... So, if I am working in Hawai'i or New York, and he is LA, where does that leave us? Is it wrong for me not to want to wait several years for us to be together? I go back and forth on that one... [For the record, it is now 1 38 pm and my brother has stirred.] * My mother says I use far too many semi colons, but they are my favorite punctuation... |
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