on saturday some friends came over for a joint birthday thing - alex's birthday was that day and mine's on wednesday (wink, wink, nudge, nudge) . . . i love friends. like, so much. in general, and these guys specifically. it's the kind of thing that makes you smile as you're drifting off the sleep . . . you know?
speaking of sleeping, i've been doing that on my couch the last couple of days, falling asleep to the last episode of star trek: the next generation. every night i get a little further before i drop off to sleep, and the next night i pick up where i left off. i finally watched the last ten minutes this afternoon. the episode is called "all good things . . . " and it's simply brilliant. (i'm a big believer that your final episode should be the best one you've ever had, and st:tng hit that nail on the head and then some)
anyway, captain picard keeps shifting between time periods and finally solves this paradox and "saves humanity, yet again." in the last five minutes (hope i'm not spoiling this), he joins the senior staff poker game, which he's never done before. they're all surprised to see him. data passes him the cards and before picard deals he looks around the table at counsellor troi, dr. crusher, data, worf, geordi, and riker, and says, "i should have done this years ago." i cried.
i have this sense of "shoot, i missed the moment" that still lingers from high school. in my prom video i confessed that my biggest regret from my years at jackson is that i didn't talk to people. what was i so scared of??? i don't want to look back on my years at rocky, or at south meadows, or wherever and wish i had been courageous enough to speak. particularly since i suspect that, like picard, i was always welcome.
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