Jasmine: Saturday

I woke up in Meghan’s arms. Her scent, her warmth, the weight of someone other than my pillow there behind my back. It wasn’t a dream. She was actually here with me. I woke up and didn’t move for the next hour and a half because it was way too early. No one gets out of bed at nine. Yee gods no. except that we did have things to do. Damn it. Meghan had stirred awake when I reached for the clock to see what time it was. And we lay together talking for that hour and a half making not very successful attempts to coax each other out of the bed. It was finally the promise of a shower that got us out.

We showered, dressed, and hop skipped to frontier, a bag of bread swinging between us. Frontier… nuff said.

From frontier we made our way to the duck pond. It was cold enough to need a light jacket, but other than that it was perfect. The sky was clear unlike the day before where clouds were everywhere, unlike today when it rained. It was a clear New Mexican sky from one horizon to the other.

The ducks were waiting for us at the pond. (now the swinging bread becomes clear)Ducks are entertaining:

A flake of bread arcs through the air floating there almost, spinning just a little in the wind, softly coasting down when snatch a beak ends its existence

I let a particularly large chunk fly. The smallest duck gets there first and starts running for the water. It’s a race. The other ducks are after him. he leaps and hits the water paddling madly for the open space at the end of the group. He is besieged on all sides for his little piece of happiness. It doesn’t look like he’s going to make it but then he does and the bread is his.

Duck stands on the ground between two groups of ducks. One in the water, the other up on a raised area getting fed by a mom and her kids. Duck waddles over to raised area and looks. Turns head. Waddles up to the water and looks at ducks there. Turns head, waddles over to raised area, back to water, raised area, water, area, water, ar, wat, a, w,… aaaah. Sits down. One of the ducks from the raised area leaps into the water. Our indecisive duck follows him.

Drop a piece on the ground. Duck eats it. Drop a piece closer. Duck eats it. Little bit closer. Duck eats it. Little bit closer. Duck stares longingly at the bread wishing it were one inch further away from the people. Pigeon lands in front of duck and eats morsel. Pigeon looks at human. Human feeds pigeon. Duck becomes flustered by the pigeon’s bravery. Duck wants bread too. Human feeds pigeon more. Duck knocks pigeon out of the way. Human feeds duck, then battered pigeon.

Ooooh sparrows!

The bread and one leftover frontier tortilla went quickly. The birds sensed our empty handedness and floated away to molest other people sitting alongside the pond. Meghan and I sat and watched them for longer than we should have because it made us late. Somehow I don’t regret it. There’s something incredibly peaceful about ducks. Even ducks who peck and bitch each other out for some slight us mere humans cannot even dream of.

We left, picked up Jarrod, drove sadly down the road formerly known as Alameda just to reminisce, and met up with the laptag group. This time it consisted of Abe, Jarrod, Thomas, Malcolm, a new guy named Ser, Sar, Sir, not sure, it was pronounced S-air…, and Sara (also known as Freshman, though she’s a sophomore now btw), plus the two of us.

No pictures from this laptag. Abe had a camera but eh, we all wanted to play. Even numbers meant we had a threesome. Injuries from this game included Malcolm’s bloody nose from my elbow, Sara’s bloody nose from my foot, but driven by Abe’s arm, Meghan’s slightly bruised eye, from… something on me. I hurt people. But they had fun. Malcolm’s bleed didn’t last long, but Sara’s was amazing. Bloody American flag and copious amounts of red tissues amazing. Laptag officially ended with my foot in her face.

We cleaned her up and washed away the droplets of blood she left on the concrete. And just sat there for a while hanging when we heard in the distance the sound of a great man. The ice cream truck was near. Thomas spotted him first, he was weaving through the apartments that run along one side of the park. He shouted “I want ice cream” and ran off after the man. Abe flew into action.

“Come on let’s take his stuff.”

We quickly gathered everything ours, and Abe got Thomas’s stuff and we started running for Thomas’ car. Thomas must have gotten to the ice cream man and not only realized that he failed to bring his wallet with him, but that the table had emptied and we and his stuff were running across the field away from him. He started to run after us but he was too far away. Ser… sar… sair, got into the driver’s seat, Abe in the passenger’s seat and five of us leapt into the back of the car and we peeled away just as Thomas came into view. We’d just stolen a car.

Now we could have gone offroading, we could have driven to cruces, we could have done any number of things to trash his car. Instead we were semi good little thieves, we drove the injured Sara home and drove the car back to the park. Thomas wasn’t in the park so we walked to DQ and got ice cream.

We did eventually find Thomas. All ended happily and well. There was a few minutes there where Abe decided to take on Thomas’ identity, because well, he had everything to do so, but when he found out that Thomas had no money in his account he decided it wasn’t worth the effort.

Finished with laptag the group minus Jarrod came to my dorm to watch Live Free or Die Hard. It was awesome, Meghan and I didn’t get to finish it though because her parents were taking her out to dinner and on account of the fact that the next day was my birthday she got me invited. Unprecidented. Her parents, who long ago decided to hate me, were going to pay for my meal, at the Melting pot none the less. Shit. A lot could be said about that dinner, mostly about how amusing it was. But this blog is getting really really long and I’m working at wrapping it up. So, we ate, there was a flirty waiter, her parents got me gifts, what? And then we left.

Now the original plan was to go to pick up Abe and go to Nikki’s party after we left. The next plan was to head back to my dorm and go to Nikki’s in a little while. So we did that, except when we looked at the clock after spending some time at my dorm it was 10:30. Her party had ended at ten. Slight feeling of guilt towards Abe, but other than that, eh, I don’t regret it, I’d rather have done what we did then go to Nikki’s party any day. Meghan and I spent the evening together, talking and touching, at one point we turned on my computer and played a bunch of songs from youtube and sang. It was an amazing night. But close to one we walked out to her car and kissed goodbye. I went back inside, cried a little and went to sleep.

See you in two months

“There is never enough time to do everything, but there is always enough time to do the most important thing.”
-Brian Tracy