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thejunipertreeWell, the party didn't go bad and my head didn't implode from boredom.
It was actually one of the most beautiful and interesting houses I've ever had the honour of seeing. Three stories. Two hundred years old. And one of those staircases you see in movies. The kind found in apartment buildings, when someone is thrown down through it. You can stand at the bottom and look straight up and see the wooden railings spiraling up. Fucking grand.
And the best bathtub in the world, on the second floor bathroom. One of those old claw footed jobs that make me wish I could live in water.
I drank wine and made friends with the mastiff that lived there. Strange for me, as I'm not usually into big dogs. And strange for the dog as well, as her owner kept commenting how attached she was to me all night.
Three in the morning, three glasses of wine. Much laughter and talking, after the rest of the party had left. I was told how cool it was that I wanted to be a mortician, that I had the calmness of self to be in such close proximity to death.
It's given me a new drive and determination to be the kind of person that these lovely people thought I was. I was asked what made me want to pursue that career and for the first time in person, I told the truth.
Well. Most of the truth. There are some truths that never leave my lips and see the light of day. And you'll never drag them from me. Not ever.
It was probably the wine.
It was actually one of the most beautiful and interesting houses I've ever had the honour of seeing. Three stories. Two hundred years old. And one of those staircases you see in movies. The kind found in apartment buildings, when someone is thrown down through it. You can stand at the bottom and look straight up and see the wooden railings spiraling up. Fucking grand.
And the best bathtub in the world, on the second floor bathroom. One of those old claw footed jobs that make me wish I could live in water.
I drank wine and made friends with the mastiff that lived there. Strange for me, as I'm not usually into big dogs. And strange for the dog as well, as her owner kept commenting how attached she was to me all night.
Three in the morning, three glasses of wine. Much laughter and talking, after the rest of the party had left. I was told how cool it was that I wanted to be a mortician, that I had the calmness of self to be in such close proximity to death.
It's given me a new drive and determination to be the kind of person that these lovely people thought I was. I was asked what made me want to pursue that career and for the first time in person, I told the truth.
Well. Most of the truth. There are some truths that never leave my lips and see the light of day. And you'll never drag them from me. Not ever.
It was probably the wine.
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Date: 2003-03-09 10:30 pm (UTC)you rule, glad you had fun, talk to you tomorrow from work^H^H^H^Hhell.
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Date: 2003-03-09 11:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-03-10 04:14 pm (UTC)