work work work. i'm leaving in about 16 days. i still didn't tell my manager, and he's going to be gone for a week and a half. so he'll find out right before i leave. so much for 2 weeks notice. i'm looking forward to portland/school. at work i think "people can stand just about anything if they're sure it's going to end at some point." it's true.
yesterday i went to a large party thing at the A.R.F. (anomolous research facility) house. it was kelly's going away party cause she's moving to senegal. i drank for the first time in a while, just a beer and a half (i can never finish beers). more people with this response: "oh, you're becky. gabe's friend, i've heard about you. oh, you live in portland? oh, you're the one he visited? oh, he stayed with you? that was you? OHHHHHHHH!!!!" **lighted up face of fitting everything together** �...happy to be of assistence. the other day it was "becky, as in, becky from gabe's past?" �um, yes, and present. see?? i'm RIGHT HERE!!!!!
last night cory was walking around with his tape recorder, asking everyone what was the happiest day of their life and recording what they said. he never got to me, but i had my answer ready. for a really, really long time, the happiest day of my life was the day when gabe and i started going out in tenth grade, on valentines day. when hannah asked me the same question our freshman year of college, 3 years later, that's what i told her. but now, i'm not sure. i'd have to say-- tomorrow. or maybe that day dave and chris and i went to the hot springs and i literally thought i was in heaven. so many days this summer were the best. it's strange to think of a "best day" though, because if you can think of one then it's like saying all the other ones were worse, insulting the day you're living in, which doesn't seem right....