Song: Let's get it on

I’ve been needing to feel comfortable lately. Not the bum around in my sweats type of comfort. More like a needing to be with close friends type of comfort. Where I don’t have to be polite and smile and go through all that nicety bullshit with people I don’t really know or care about. I think it has to do with me going out to happy hours so much. For the past 9 weeks, only missing the 3rd. Don’t get me wrong, I have lots of fun and I love being in the type of atmosphere but after a while, it does get old. See, Danny, I’m not THAT big of a party girl!

I need to surround myself with people that I can totally be myself with. But then again, there are VERY few people like that in my life. I’m not one to really let people in. So Yvonne would be one person. Actually she is THE closest a person can get to me. Then there’s Jen but sometimes I feel like we’re in 2 different worlds. I guess cuz she doesn’t think like I do. Sometimes I feel really old around her. As if I’m her older sister. Strange since Yvonne and Jen are the same age. Maturity doesn’t necessarily come with age.

Then there’s Peter but he’s far away. Well not far but I hardly see him. Besides, we haven’t been talking much so it’s a bit different. Besides, we did lose some of the closeness and comfort after the break up.

Yvonne has her boy and Jen sort of has a new one now. Which leaves me alone. But I don’t think of that as a bad thing. I feel alone but I like it. It’s strange and I can’t really explain it myself but I like the fact that I don’t have to rely on someone else. I don’t have to work them into my time and I don’t have to work my life around them. I think what I like is the strength I draw from not needing anyone. No, I don’t fault Yvonne for needing Eddie. That is not a weakness. They’re in love and that’s that. Neither does Jen NEED the new guy in her life but she is already on the lookout for potential husband material. So I am in a totally different boat altogether. And I like that. I find strength in that. Doesn’t make me a better or less of a person than them. Just different. And that’s what I’m comfortable with.

My mom is the cutest. First of all, she’s cute physically. Very pretty, young looking and shorter than me! She’s only about 4’10. And her whole demeanor is just so adorable. She’s definitely a lady. Impeccable manners and all that stuff.

So anyways yesterday was the Korea vs Italy game which aired at 7:30 AM NY time. My mom is at her store by 7. Now that neighborhood is mostly Italian and so are most of her customers. There is this one Italian customer, John, who has become a friend of my mom and my uncle. Every Wednesday he makes spaghetti and brings it to them for lunch. He often bakes coffee cakes and pies and lil things and brings it to them also for a snack. He and my mom talk about dogs since we have 2 and he has one chubby lil dog named Cash, who gets up on her hind legs and starts going around in circles when you tell her to dance.

John comes into the store shortly after Italy scored their goal. He is a big man and here he walks in, waving a lil Italian flag that looks ridiculously small in his beefy fist. “Julia, did you see it? Hahaha!” He has a big laugh too. He leaves the flag with my mom and uncle and tells them he’ll be back later on in the day. He usually visits my store a few times a day. To chat and to bring over goodies.

Later after Ahn Jung Hwan scores the Golden Goal, my mom calls John. John has caller ID so he knows it’s her. “Yes Julia?” he said in his low big-man voice. My mom replies in her girly voice with imperfect English, “John!! Did-uh yoo watch-uh eet?” He tells her he’ll be right over. When he gets there his Italian flag is nowhere to be seen. My mom tells him she threw it in the garbage. Hahaha!

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