June 10, 2005 @ 8:13 pm by sean
What an eventful week this has been.
Friday I took the day off and headed to Illinois. Typical drive. 5 hours flat because I am sweet. 1/2 talk of gas because God is sweet.
I got to Judson around 1 and found Rayne and Nathan’s room. After staying there a short bit, Rayne reminded me Jessi is still on campus, and infact working. So I walked from Volkman over to Lindner to find Jessi. I passed by the big J-hole, the real J-hole where the new building will be. It was fantastic to see Jessi. It was just like waking up Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and going downstairs to see her. I even called ahead to ask about the weather. We talked, went up and saw her room. She is so lovely. I wish she could have come along. It was odd that it wasn’t odd to be at school with no one there and school not in session. It still felt normal.
I walked back to Volkman and Rayne, Nathan and I got into Nathan’s car and left. We didn’t talk much at first. Not much of an eventful drive scenery wise, though my eyes were glued to the landscape. We went under and underpass and saw a cop on the top. Then we saw 4 people pulled over. That pisses me off. Financially ticketing people for speeding is only done to get money. If they were actually concerned about safety and people not speeding, they wouldn’t charge people money for breaking the law. How many other laws have fines for getting broken instead of jail time?
I drove from the Iowa border. Iowa is quite hilly. I was suprised. And some of the back roads were great fun at high speeds. Until I realized Rayne and Nathan probably weren’t having as much fun as I was, and could very well have been quite scared. So I slowed down a little.
Eventually we found Fifield park, and subsequently the Jason Renaud and Mandy Vink wedding rehearsal dinner. What a joyous find that was. Even more so to find Jeremy Spyridon and Jeremy Wyman already there! Jeremy Wyman’s friend Saudi too. Then we walked away from the party and went to the beach. In Iowa! Hills! Beaches! Who knew? It was a grand beach full of grand adventure. We threw stones and climbed trees, and climbed clay, and ran, and broke stuff. Then we went back to the party and on the the Renaud’s house.
Once there we got situated and a tour of the outside. They have silos. Not for going in, that’s dangerous. Then a bunch of Iowa people showed up. They have a lot of friends. We had a little bon fire. Jeremy S. Nathan and I talked with Mr. Renaud a little. Listened to Ben talk about the place him and Mandy are living. Brandon and JD showed up later. That made me happy. Jeremy and I played with our shadows. The stars came out for a little, though it was cloudy. I bet one can see more stars there than I’ve ever seen in my life. I took a shower, then we went to bed.
We rose on Saturday and people cleansed. We left the Renaud’s to go back to Fifield park for the wedding. The Renaud’s were very kind to us. Once at the park, we sat around, had breakfast, watched pictures being taken, watched stuff get set up. Ian and Lauren showed up. That made me happy. Then the wedding started. It was pretty, as weddings should be. Then the wedding ended, and now they are Jason and Mandy Renaud. Not to be confused with Ben and Mandy Renaud. Good job boys. When we turned around to give congratulatory hugs, we found Stephan and Natalie and Rachel and Angie. That made me happy. Then we got in line. I got to give extra long hugs to Jason ’cause Lauren cut infront and prevented me from getting to Mandy. So I got to stay in his embrace just a little longer. Oh boy she’s lucky. Then Mandy got some huggin from me. Then we had hors d’ourves. On the tables were bouls with tadpoles. The uh, big table had not frogs not tadpoles but in the middles. Then we played badminton. Then we all left. It was kind of strange to leave the wedding, but not Iowa, or even the town. We went into down town Pella, and it was grand. Some of us took a tour of a windmill, and that was fascinating! Pella is a neat town with very little corprate crap. Some of us had pizza in a little restaurant. Ian climbed the bell tower. I napped on a bench. We left. I napped in the car. We stopped at the worlds largest truck stop. It deserves that title. It doesn’t appear that big, but once inside all doubts are forgiven. There is even a dentist office. So many truckers, appopriately. Latest fashion trends of course.
Eventually we mad it to Stephan’s house where his parents waited for our arrival. It was great to be treated so kindly at a friends house. His parents made us food and generously opened their house to us. I even borrowed his dad’s swimsuit to swim in their pool. That was quite fun. Me, Nathan, Jeremy, Jeremy, Stephen, Saudi and Beautiful all swam. Stephen taught us how to tackle someone into the water without it hurting. I tackled Nathan. Then they served us ice cream. Mmmmmmmmm. Then it thunderstormed. Mmmmmmmm. Then we socialized. One of Stephan’s friends stopped by and Natalie talked to him for a while. Lauren put her hand on my back and rubbed for 5 seconds or so. That was the first of that form of contact since school ended. I miss being touched by people.
Then we left. Not all of us. Nathan, Rayne and I. And Lauren and Ian. And Brandon and JD. Nathan Rayne and I took a different way than we came, and we stopped once and got lost once, and then JD and Brandon passed us! It was weird. Out of no where in Iowa two friends pass us. It took us a while to get back. But it was ok. Nathan told me some more good stories.
We got back to Nathan and Rayne’s room and found Ian sleeping, and then I was shortly. I woke up Sunday, gave my good byes, then headed home.
Illinois was uneventful. Then, about 20 miles left of Indiana it gets dark up ahead and starts to sprinkle. 10 minutes it starts to pour. I don’t mean just pour, I mean more rain falling than I’ve ever seen falling in my life. Then it rained harder. Most people pulled over, but I ain’t no sissy, and perhaps ain’t smart either. But! I had logic. If the storm moves east and home is east, if I stop and let it pass, I’ll just drive into it again. So at 40-60 miles per hour I kept on. Sometimes at 40 I couldn’t see more than 10 feet infront of the car and had to slow down. It was insane. And for much of it, if I looked left, I could see blue skies and white clouds. This went on until 50 miles into Michigan. Well, about 35 miles into Michigan. Then another 15 miles of a usual downpour. Then it just stopped and the pavement was dry, and smooth sailing home.
Then I got home. Greeted my parents. Checked my e-mail. Read xangas. Read livejournals. Read Erin Slane did Sunday morning.
I had nothing to say. One of the best weekends of my life, contrasted with news of the death of a friend. I went neutral. Friday and Saturday fled, and all that remained was memories of a friend. A friend I haven’t seen much of lately. A friend that is close friends with my close friends, Sean and Jeff, and other friends Jake and Jason. If you see one of them, you’ll probably see one of the others. I’ve never known Erin too well, but I’ve certain hung out with him plenty these last 3 or 4 years. I had hung out with him and Jeff and Jason and Jake and Sean since I’d been home. We saw him and Jeff and Jake and Tim at Applebee’s when the Piston’s were playing the 76er’s and I was with Jillian and Ben and Lisa and Alyson. Alyson and I had gone to B&N that night. I went home that night. That was the last I saw Erin Daniel Slane alive.
Then the rumors came about his death. Some said this, others said that. I just got frustrated. How rude is that. I went to work on Monday. I thought about him more than anything else. Mostly the same memories over and over. And how Sean and Jeff and Jake and Jason must feel. And how his family feels. And how I should have been a better friend to him. When I had to ask to come in late on Thursday because I had a funeral to go to, I almost cried. That is when it became personal. No longer was it Sean and Jeff and Jake and Jason, now it was me. I hadn’t seen any of them yet. This was the first time it became personal.
I left there and went to Ben and Lisa’s. We watched part of the Piston’s game, then went out for a photoshoot for Magdalene. We went all around Mt. Clemens and tried to take non-typical press photos. We’ll see. I have hope, but not sure I have talent to back it up. We stopped at this café that was open until ten, but it was 10:04. Then the owner and her two daughters showed up. We talked a little. Then Maria, one of the daughters, showed us the downstairs. Mt. Clemens used to be a bath city. Old style baths, like Roman baths I think. There was all kinds of stuff downstairs from when the buildings used to be bath resorts. She told us all kinds of stories. They also own an adjoining salad restaurant that is totally cool. Maria was so kind. I almost felt like I wasn’t in America. Stopping in a café after hours and making friends and talking nearly non-stop made me forget about everything outside of that building. They want to buy the surrounding buildings and make another bath resort. It was certainly a fascinating experience.
Eventually it was time to go, so we left to take more photographs. We walked around and began hearing yellings and honking and such. Lisa then remembered the Piston’s were playing. They must have won she commented. Indeed they had. And the Piston’s are now the Eastern Conference champs over the Miami Heat. Good for them. We walked around more and were approached by Jeff. He is homeless, for the last 3 days he said. He was looking for money to stay at a certain shelter. So we walked with him to the shelter, Ben gave him some money, I took his photo, and we left. I’m glad for that experience.
We eventually arrived at Ben and Lisa’s appartment. Somehow we started watching some drama about kidnapped people on TNT. The little girl was killed. I’ve never reacted so strongly to someone dying on a TV drama. It was much on the outside, but inside a real life death was too close, and I was so pissed that guy killed her.
They fell asleep, then Joel left, then we all went to bed.
I woke up on Tuesday and readied myself for the day. I got over to the Vrazo’s for a short bit to visit. Alyson and I began a game of chess that I had to leave before we got to far. I didn’t say ‘hi’ to Mrs. Vrazo who was homeschooling Jaden and Gwendolyn in the basement, that was rude of me.
Then I went to work. Work sucked Tuesday. For some reason more than Monday. Tasks were harder and I wasn’t up to them. Everything was frustrating, nothing went right. The more things went wrong, the more difficult they became. Nothing feels worth it with death on the mind.
I left. Came home. Read some of Car and Driver’s 50th anniversary issue, then went to bed. I was not dissapointed that day was over.
I got up Wedneday and went to work. Work was a little less stressful as reading some livejournals put me at a little ease about my friends conditions. Work was less demanding. It went by faster. Uncle David stopped up a little, it was good to see him. It rained a little before I left. But it rained a lot apparently. The expressway was closed due to flooding on my way home. A 50 minute drive turned into 2 hours and 10 minutes. Though I was acutally passed by two co-workers that should have left 10 minutes later than I. They went in the lane that closed first and cut people off as the lanes merged, so I was ok no to go as fast as them and cut people off. They were the reason the other two lanes went slow. Some people were actually turning around and going the opposite direction up on ramps. Ridiculous. Mapquest says Grand Rapids is 2 hours and 40 minutes, and equally on the other side of the state. That means I could have practically gone to Grandrapids in the time I went 40 miles. I decided to take 7 Mile, and as I turned I saw that the expressway opened again. Oh well. I took it to Greenfield Rd. to 696. I’ve never been in that part of the world. I think it’s part of Detroit. Antonín Dvorák and Bradley Hathaway kept me company.
This frightens me. What happens when they die? Why can’t Americans just leave the world alone and stay where they are, and let me go to Europe.
Everyday that I happen to be at my desk around 5 pm, I watch a guy walk across the parking lot, across the mall road, across the mall parking lot to the bus stop. In his business clothes. With his brief case. I wonder if he realizes mass transportation is better for the environment, and taking the bus saves him $2+ dollars per gallon of gas and he gets to meet fellow metro-Detroiters. Maybe he can’t afford a car. Thank God I have a car. Would I be thankful if I didn’t? Don’t be thankful because you have and others don’t; be thankful because you have.
Thursday I got up and mowed the front lawn. Twice. The blade was dull so it needed two passes. Then I got dressed. Then I went to Shepherd’s Gate for Erin’s funeral. Or ‘Celebration of life service’ or whatever they called it. Funny they called it that, because they didn’t even celebrate his life, they just gave a big, cookie-cutter Jesus message in traditional Shepherd’s Gate style. I didn’t go to his funeral to get saved, I went to remember his life. Sure we can discuss his beliefs and make that known because he is a christian, but that was the whooole service. Hardly anything about Erin specifically was said, and that was annoying. Sean played music during it. That must have been difficult. I’m proud of him. Andy and Joel and another kid whose name I don’t remember also played.
It really is a shame to see that many teens at a funeral for one their own age. It was difficult to see Erin lying there in a casket. I still see no reason for his death. God does, so I’ll assume there is. I don’t want to go to another funeral again for someone that young.
I went to work after the funeral. Work was alright. I was only there for just over 4 hours.
Then I went to Carley’s to watch the game. On the way there I was listening to ‘In Performance’ on CBC Radio 2, and they had some choir or something perform this poem by Francis Cornford called ‘To A Fat Lady Seen From A Train.’ It was quite funny. But not as funny as G.K. Chesterton’s response to the poem, ‘The Fat White Woman Speaks.’ Look them up, they are quite funny.
The first quarter was good, then the Spurs just took over. It was quite a frustrating game. For Ben Wallace to get knocked over by Ginobli and it not be called a charge is absolutely absurd. I would say Ginobli is good, but Ben got called for blocking, then a few minutes later Ginobli drove and charged Ben again and Ginobli didn’t get called for that really pissed me off. Horrible officiating. The Spurs definitely outplayed the Pistons and I am honestly a little concerned. I would be more impressed by the Spurs if the officials started calling some fouls as they should though.
At half time Jillian, Carley and I went up to Meijer to get brownie mix and ice cream. Jillian let me drive her manual Beetle. That was kind of her. I did pretty well I think for how long it’s been since I’ve driven a manual.
The brownies were quite good. It’s usually just a Jillian and Carley thing to have brownies like that, so it was neat to be part of that.
Then I came home and on the way listened to an interview on CBC Radio 3 ‘Brave New Waves‘ program with Electralane It was nice to hear some intelligent people talk about their music intelligently. CBC Radio 2 and 3 is amazing. Studio Sparks, Disc Drive, In Performace, and Brave New Waves are great programs. Music for a While and After Hours can be good too. Better than any American radio besides NPR.
I had a dream Thursday night and Kristyn and I were at the cottage and she started playing a song on the guitar. I didn’t recognize it at first, until it came to the part, ‘I’m a lot like you, so please, hello, I’m here, I’m waaaaaaaaaaiting. Iii think Iiiiiii’d be goood for you, and you’d, be good, for me.’ That funny because Kristyn can’t play any musical instrument to any extent, nor does she listen to Weezer.
This is a wonderful idea. There should be at least one of these per state.
Today was slow. I had a difficult time getting out of bed. Finally made it to work. Didn’t get a job until an hour and a half after I started. I played tiddly winks in the mean time. That game is difficult. Slow all day. Free pizza. Not much by way of events.
It has now been a week. We were nearly at the park at this time last week, looking for the dinner. The sun is making the trek down behind the clouds. It’s beautiful. A few rain drops are beginning to hit my window. Radiohead is playing me music. I suppose this is the end of my eventful week. Tomorrow is either Rocket Summer, Inspector Owl, or Andy’s skateboarding party if he is still doing it. Though I have no usable board. Since I have no money, and his party was my original plan, I think I will go there. Unless I can find someone to go to Inspector Owl with me. Sunday is the Detroit Arts Festival.
9 pm tonight is when I will head home. 10 pm is when I will arrive. I’ll probably eat something. Probably read something. Nothing eventful planned for tonight, but that doesn’t mean it’ll end that way.
Jon has pictures of bd’s Mongolian bbq, in Mongolia. And a ‘Detroit: American Bar.’ How do I make this existance I have now – working 1-9, living at home, playing in a band for the summer, driving 80 miles a day, living in suburban America – as meaningful and worthwhile as Jon’s in Mongolia? “… and enjoy a friend beside you when your paths join, friends don’t belong in your pack… I must learn to believe myself when I know that there is much freedom in living as things come, some things stay and others go, but hold onto them all and soon I am so distracted by the weight of my treasures that I cannot enjoy even my existence. Stop then, drop it and just walk, it is such a marvelous day…” He wrote that in May. I always want to have all my treasures with me, and that often keeps me where I am.
I’m house/pet sitting at the Gleason’s next Thursday through Sunday. Party every night.
Send me pictures.