The Day Away

I've been seeing FoxyLady so much lately that yesterday was a nice change of pace, being away from her.

I had a team lunch with my department on Friday and tried unsuccessfully to get a bunch of programmers to talk socially. Everyone insisted on talking shop. Sigh. It's just me against the tidal wave. Everytime I asked a question to initiate a line of conversation, the staff would answer the discreet question, and then look down at their food.

If MouthIsFull = False Then

Do Until IsQuestionAnswered = True
Loop

Else

SmallTalkValue = 0

End If

After work I went with a bunch of co-workers to the Bier Markt and The Docks for some drinking and joviality. It was a good night to bond with people I work with. I spend more time with the people at work than with my loved ones or friends that I think I should make the effort to know them. Some believe the opposite, that the people they work with should be kept at an arm's length. I think I can learn a lot from my coworkers. Besides, they can truly understand when you gripe about your job, and I work with some pretty awesome people with intriguing personalities.

It was sunset by the time we made it to The Docks. We stood on the boardwalk and gazed out across at the gorgeous Toronto cityline which was sandwiched between a gradiated orangey sky, and the ripply waters of Lake Ontario. I felt immediately at peace. The gentle breeze caressed my face as I closed my eyes and took in the moment with my entire being. It felt like I was refuelling. When I opened my eyes again, I sensed a little bit of an ache in my chest. I missed her. I wanted to share this moment with her. I chastised myself for these thoughts. It is too early. I cannot let it happen yet. But there I was, thinking these thoughts. "Ah Reese. You are so screwed. You are making the same mistakes. Don't jump in so quickly!" All these thoughts swirled in my little brain, until I stopped and just breathed again. This moment. This sky. These lights. The friends here with me now. This is all that matters at this point.

I laughed a lot that night. We played pool under the night sky, danced a little, drank a lot and shared a bit of myself with my coworkers. Life is about connecting. People float in and out of our lives, and if you can manage to share but a moment with them, then life is good. I learn more about myself through my experiences with others than I could ever all on my own. Like when I'm tipsy, I apparently flirt with men. Must be that I feel sexy when I'm drunk? But sometimes I learn more important things like how other people are stronger than you think, and that life's obstacles are what binds us together.

I hope I see thousands upon thousands more night skys like that one in my lifetime.

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FoxyLady called later that night, and in her drunkenness told me that she missed me so much it hurt and that she loved me. I do not know what to do with that.