Re-Post Laziness

Repost time.  Never done it before.  I think I might like it.

Also, a good friend is back writing again.  Go introduce yourself.

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And What's Your Name?
June 30, 2009

Last Saturday I went to a party with a friend. I was asked to go by the sister of my friend. This party was the birthday party of her best friend who passed away a year ago. Yeah. Now, with how I don't really know the sister all that well and not knowing any of the guests, I thought about not going. But my friend asked for a favor. She tells me that this group...can get to her at times. Sometimes they are too much to handle and that she needed someone to focus on during this, how I see it... strange party. I agreed. There were about 45 people in a 1400 sq ft house. It was snug. Extra special was the fact that the AC decided to die that morning.

Let me recap.... I am at a party that my best friend's sister asked me to go to that was for her best friend's birthday who passed away last year in a 1400 sq ft house with 43 strangers without air conditioning. My night was full of "And who are you?" and a bunch of stares. There was even a friend that kept trying to get into the dog food tub.....for many reasons we think.... Those that know me on a personal level might imagine what kind of skin I felt in that night. Awkward. The friend that passed, his whole family was there, everyone sharing stories... I felt in the wrong place. But I promised my friend (I really need to find a nickname for her) that I would stick it out because I knew she was at her end with the whole day. Let me get to why this is post-worthy.

There was a 4 year old girl there. The daughter of one of the friends that was a friend of the guy..you know. Anyway, I had been there a couple hours and was in the kitchen. She comes up to me and says "....and what's your name?" I tell her "My name is Jerrod, what's your name?" She whispers loudly "My name is Isabella..." and runs outside. As everyone was leaving, my friend and I were outside the front saying goodbye to everyone. Well, my friend was saying goodbye, I just smiled and repeated, "yeah, I'm her friend.." Isabella comes running out the front door and exclaims, "I have to hug everyone!" She comes over, looks up at me and hugs my leg and says "bye bye".

At that point I couldn't remember what was awkward about that night. Except the heavily medicated friend vs. the dog food tub.