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Tonight was the (theoretical) last night for me and Caterpillar to be working together. I say "theoretical" because by the time I go back to middles, she'll be on overnights for volleyball, and she might not come back to middles.
This all makes me very sad.
Last night, we all gathered in my living room: me, Caterpillar, Trips, Bluejay, and Shink. We huddled under blankets because my living room A/C kicks like WHOA, talking about various stories, Bluejay rating my last entry as a "C! MINUS!", and having a random poll about what hand people jacked off with.
I miss those nights.
Last night reminded me of the diner, where we would gather for hours with no task in the future, just smoking and drinking. Granted, there was more beer involved in last night than had been at the diner, but we got older, dammit.
Caterpillar sat on my couch, in her spot like she's done almost every night for the past year, drinking her beer and throwing out snide innuendos at the others. She sat there while Bluejay lamented on tech support idiots, me trying to teach Caterpillar to log into Wachovia over the phone. Shink made a comment about not watching Reaper, but honestly? I'm glad that TV stayed off all night.
I started washing towels; Caterpillar folded them. We made comments about the amount of people whom bathe at my apartment, Trips still wanting to know if "his towel" was still around. (It should be noted that this is the same towel he was using when he lived with me four years ago. I do still have that towel.) We sang a song about how all of us will be catching "the hep."
I began boiling eggs (though Caterpillar says I was "bullying" them- it's not my fault my accent is so bizarre) in preparation for the 4th. Three-fifths of us had a decent buzz going, which resulted into a tickle fight and left such beautiful pictures as one where it looks like I'm giving Trips head.
Bluejay stood with me in the kitchen while I prepared my Southern concoction, as Shink snored on the sofa and Caterpillar and Trips went into "their" assigned rooms. She talked about her work, I talked about a potential new relationship (or something), and we generally conceded that I'm too confused because my friends like her. She kissed Shink on the forehead, and I petted his hair, then locked up my apartment after Bluejay left and crawled into bed with Caterpillar, supporting my head so that my stitches/tumor/brains do not fall out.
This afternoon, I woke up alone in my apartment, which is a common occurrence, come to think of it. (Everybody sleeps over, but they all go home before I wake up. Huh.) I reported to work like normal, the House RN showing up to give us Dunkin Donuts as a farewell to the "Dynamic Duo." "Mom" promised to text me in the mornings, that she would stop by the House whenever she saw my car. She gave Caterpillar all sorts of pity, wondering what she would do without me. The rest of the night was normal: we did our chores, had a movie group on bipolar, and generally completed what we needed to. My working a double wasn't abnormal; my not working middles any more was.
It sunk in around twenty minutes after midnight, when Fei Fei Di Piyan showed up to relieve Caterpillar. She gave me this huge pout; my bottom lip stuck out in agreement. I walked her to her truck, and we solidified our plans for tomorrow.
It was odd, really. I knew, as she was leaving, I would see her in less than sixteen hours. She's bringing the potato salad; I was still talking about stuffing eggs. But we realized we wouldn't have our nights together anymore. That it's a real possibility we won't work together for the next five months before we all move to Maryland...
... that it would be rare to have those kinds of nights again, where we sit on my living room floor, huddled until blankets, and talking about women, men, and various ticklish places.
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