Danced last night for the first time in months, almost nine months, maybe. Minus Soundclash. But I digress.
It\’s my spring break, and I need it.
My aunt was diagnosed with late stage renal cancer two weeks ago, and began chemo last week. Doctors predict 12 months, 18 at most.
A guy I used to work with, who is also the father of a guy I went to middle and high school with, died last week, out of nowhere. He was in his early 50\’s, didn\’t realize he had pneumonia, and just dropped. Went into the hospital, lapsed into a coma almost right away, and then was gone.
Last Friday night (not last night), my bf found one of the homeless guys from my old neighborhood laying in the alley by his car, covered in blood. Some of the homeless there are to be avoided, but this guy has always been nice to me — he used to help me load and unload my car, he ran off some guys who followed me home once, and he was always leaving me neat little presents. Plus, he actually remembers my name; a lot of these guys remember faces, but not names, and not only does he remember my name (and I only told him once), but he refers to other people as \”Cassandra\’s ex-boyfriend\” and \”Cassandra\’s boyfriend,\” which I think is hysterical. Anyway, \”Cassandra\’s boyfriend\” found this guy in a bad way: he said it was a crack deal gone bad, and he had been jumped by a group of guys before he could pull his knife. Blood was everywhere. Boyfriend gave him a ride up to Howard University Hospital, did his intake papers for him, gave himself as the emergency contact. Guy\’s got a broken leg, among other problems.
It\’s rough out there.
So thanks to the bartender who charged the bf and I $5 for ten drinks. Thanks to the friends who dance with me, no matter how infrequently I come out. Thanks to B for the absinthe, B for the tunes on his b-day bash, and various acquaintances and bar-friends who make me feel appreciated. Thanks to J and G at QH for putting me at a table the night I fell asleep at the bar, instead of calling me a cab or a cop ride. Thanks to neighbors who ask how I\’m feeling, who come out to see my dad\’s band play, who are friendly and neighborly. Thanks to M & M & M for always having my best interests in their minds, particularly when my best interests aren\’t in my mind. Thanks to my cat for crawling all over my keyboard with her wet paws.
I think I may need to do more dancing tonight.