What a long week it’s been. I got a job offer on Monday that made me leave my food service job on Tuesday, picked up my best friend from his conference on Wednesday, watched Carter Ace rehearse on Thursday and caught their show last night. In between, a variety of interactions with people that has me feeling some type of way.
I’ve gotten to the point of maturity where I can tell who the adults in the room are. Doesn’t matter your age, your appearance. Someone who’s mature exudes something about them. A seriousness; an awareness that time is fleeting and sometimes you can have fun, but sometimes you’re on a job whether or not those around you acknowledge it. When a girl trying to stunt for the gram at the Carter Ace show asks me to take a picture of her and @ryansugly and company, I tell her “I don’t do that” and skip away.
Carter Ace almost made me cry on a Friday night. My phone ineffective, my feelings hurt, my time wasted. But Tori and I did our things, despite it all. We came home and warmed up sourdough bread, watched Andrew watch things, and talked about our future plans. She remembers the address and I drive like my life is depending on it. We sit across from each other and she calls me selfish and I call her superficial. We know it’s for the best and on the way, I tell her to buckle up and she cracks a joke that makes me laugh for five minutes.
Suck it, haters.
A STOR¥ BY ? 