everything except himself

So! Today was really great. I got a little lost on the way up there, but I guess that’s normal with me. If you haven’t been following along, I volunteered with this group called Center for Family Resources to help move furniture. Here’s the background on that…

The non-profit organization basically rents appartments (they’re nice, though, geez) and provides housing for the homeless. They just got a few more apartments in this apartment complex as they opened up (people left), so they were filling the apartments with furniture. It was 5 loads (I was there for 3) each having a couch, chair (like living room-style), dinner table, chairs for the table, two twin beds, and one master bed.

Now, the reason why I’ll be volunteering all through the Summer is really solidified. People are great. There was this one guy I didn’t like too much, but I don’t know how to explain it. The rest were awesome. There were these two brothers (they were actually getting paid as day laborers, though they just randomly chose that job out of having nothing to do) who were just hilarious. They were both graduates of great colleges, but neither of them wants to keep a corporate job. They just don’t like it. Ah, but how cool these guys were will just get lost in me trying to explain it. They were both early thirties.

There was a girl there. I can already see why my new “older woman” policy will come crashing down. Older women like to drink… a lot! Sheesh, well, maybe in a few years when I can actually drink with them. She was nice, and I’m glad I went just for that.

Everyone else is pretty lackluster to those three, but it was cool nonetheless. I’ve got some scrapes on my arms, and I don’t think my hands will be smooth after this Summer. It feels good, though. I mean, I really don’t care about my hands. I just meant that… Ah, forget it.

So, those two brothers said I (and everyone else working ) should join them Sunday night at this tavern, which is really close to where I live. They even said they’d pay for my drinks. Man, I know it’s not something I’d want to do, though. I mean, I’d rather hang with friends than people I don’t know. Plus, I guess I’m emotionally injured right now. No, not from the break-up. I’m just looking for something… I don’t know what right now, though. Maybe I just need to fix my habit of avoiding my friends fort now.