ell, I've had another great day of friends, of the sort that most people should be blessed to have, but in which I got about five minutes of dissertation work done, leaving me writhing in Catholic guilt. (But not too much, which is the nature of Catholic guilt.) My buddy Meg, recently graduated and who I've known since she was a high school senior instant messaging me randomly about Catholicism at Marquette because she knew nothing about it and was a bit scared of applying to a "religious" school, has been in town the last few days, and we made time to get together this afternoon at the coffeehouse. That turned into a five-and-a-half-hour-long conversation that eventually moved back to my apartment, where she was duly impressed by my having gotten around – finally! – to my Spring Cleaning in June, so that at long last I didn't have a dust-drenched apartment with stuff all over my coffee and kitchen tables. I'm so much more proud to host in such conditions. Lots of talk on her plans, looking at coming back to Milwaukee during this time she's away from theatre and trying to work off a good lump of the principle on her student loans (for which she seems to slightly blame me for having helped talk her into a Catholic undergraduate).
Holy crap. I just opened an email asking me to consider becoming the Headmaster of a Catholic academy in southeastern Wisconsin. This has nothing to do with what I was just writing. "Headmaster" appeals just 'cause it makes me sound that much more like Albus Dumbledore, which would be a horrible reason to take a job.
Holy crap. Huh.
Okay. Then I just got in at one from leaving Meg so that I could meet my friend Liz for an amazing further three-and-a-half hours of conversation. We were originally meeting at Coast
downtown, but they close early, at ten, so we bailed on that (after long delays meeting there because there was some giant run/walk going on downtown tonight) and drove up to a piano bar called The Mosaic
up on north Downer Avenue. This was right across from the great pancake house where Jen and I had had breakfast with some of her crowd at one point, which was packed with thriving business, but which has shockingly closed. Anyway, I'm tipsy and included that detail even though it didn't flow. So we settled in (no music tonight, alas) and sat at the end of the bar and talked about our current stuff and occasionally-intersecting old stories with great enthusiasm, and I came to appreciate the new friendship here all the more. She's off on the morrow to visit her Aussie soon-to-be-officially-fiancé in London, and it was great that she squeezed in the time for me. She overflowed with such raw sense
that it was a great experience to talk all sorts of things through with her. She has a directness or even bluntness, tempered with great humour, that I very much admire.