What an evening.

I went to Barrymores Sunday night for Lisa’s birthday. I knew as the evening progressed that I would have to write something about it, I’m just not sure what……. A great deal happened, some good, some bad, some just incredibly strange.

• I wore the tacky/gittery red clubbing shirt, reviews were mixed but interesting.
• I saw a couple people I haven’t seen in years, it looks like I may be more memorable than I thought.
• I "danced" a little bit with Lisa. Well, she danced…I was mostly trying to keep my legs from buckling while wondering how it is that I can dance so well most of the time, yet I make an ass of myself every time she’s even remotely nearby. Go figure.
• I ran through so many emotions in one night that even as I sit here writing this I can’t say for sure if it was a great night, or one of the worst.

That is where I ended my night, and where I continue to be. Confused. I am surprised that I am not more certain. Every time I was happy something came along to ruin it. There was far more to anger me than I’ve encountered in a very long time, but I didn’t get angry at all. Don’t get me wrong, I was upset, just not angry. I was hurt, disappointed, nervous, and frustrated a great deal tonight, but never angry.

I think something clicking inside me, but I haven’t yet discovered what. Despite everything that worked against me I think perhaps it was a good night. Not because of the events that made me happy, but because of the ones that ended that happiness. Revelations may not always be good, but they should always be valued.