It was the strangest thing. Friday night, Mark put me on the guest list for a show he was playing at this odd, gothy strip-club called Rok Bar. And this is what I wore. I'm still not sure if it's acceptable to wear red clothing with red glasses. I'm also not sure if a plaid shirt dress is the most appropriate attire for a strip-club. However, I am sure that it was the most fun I've had at a show in a long while. So, that was a very pleasant surprise.
I had always imagined I would be incredibly uncomfortable being at a strip-club with Mark. But, as it turns out, it can be quite fun when you're just friends (and roommates).
It's been a couple months, now. It felt strange not saying anything about it. We truly are friends, and most people can't understand that. We are both as happy as single, working, 20-somethings with a messy roommate can be. We are supportive of each other, and still spend time together regularly. Tonight, Mad Men and wine.
My only twinge of discontent is the change of seasons. This weekend was full of the smells of Autumn to me...an outdoor fire, leather, old books, the heater kicking on for the first time...but in my heart, Autumn feels like love. My fingers are frozen through, and my bed is cold. I know I wont be a 20-something single forever, but I can't help wishing sometimes that we'd made it through the winter. Instead, I'll be taking a couple extra blankets to bed with me at night, and looking wistfully at cute boys who give their jackets to their girlfriends.