Unsober Thoughts at 2am
I went out to the Merc tonight with my roommate to meet up with friends. It was a good time separated by a haze of sorrow. On the way to the club, my friend Dave called. I wasn't driving. He was crying. I could hear it in his voice. A gaming friend of ours had died in a motorcycle accident the day before. I didn't know Britt super well but I knew him enough to still exchange random emails. Well enough that it hurt when Dave told me. Right then, I realized (again) how far away I was from some friends I cared deeply about.
The club was good. The people, my friends, were, too. The tears were brief in the car. Deep breaths to control them. We were going to have a good time. Going to meet up with friends. I told a couple of people. I stopped telling people when I realized it made them uncomfortable. I drank. Not to excess. Didn't finish that 4th glass of wine. Drinking water now. Eating leftover taters and gravy.
The stupid thing is that I am upset that I can't remember the name of any of Britt's characters from the Port Townsend game or the Star Wars game. We had a damn fine time gaming together but I can't remember those details and it is making me feel like a horrible person.
I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't. We weren't that close but I feel like I should remember those details. I can remember bits... but not those damn names. I don't know why not. It is making me cry more than the discovery of his death and that makes me feel so small.
Dammit.
The club was good. The people, my friends, were, too. The tears were brief in the car. Deep breaths to control them. We were going to have a good time. Going to meet up with friends. I told a couple of people. I stopped telling people when I realized it made them uncomfortable. I drank. Not to excess. Didn't finish that 4th glass of wine. Drinking water now. Eating leftover taters and gravy.
The stupid thing is that I am upset that I can't remember the name of any of Britt's characters from the Port Townsend game or the Star Wars game. We had a damn fine time gaming together but I can't remember those details and it is making me feel like a horrible person.
I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't. We weren't that close but I feel like I should remember those details. I can remember bits... but not those damn names. I don't know why not. It is making me cry more than the discovery of his death and that makes me feel so small.
Dammit.