Rainbows

Hmm, where to begin.

Well, for starters, I have been working on site in Sacramento for about 4 work days now, and will be again tomorrow. This gave me another good excuse to visit Davis and see people. I spent the past weekend, stayed again with the Piper-Melton-Knoops (yes, again, they don't go by that, but it's fun to type). But this time, because I was there for several more days, I saw significantly more people. Most of whom I had not seen since the Piper-Melton-Knoop wedding a year and a half ago. It was wonderful seeing people again, and discovering that warm feelings and inside jokes catch right up where they were left off no matter the time frame. I had a very odd experience though. Sunday afternoon, 4 of us were just sitting around an apartment, with seemingly nothing to do, and no energy to do anything. As such, small talk was made. Ordinarily, I would abhor this kind of thing. But, given the context, I rather enjoyed it. I was obviously sitting around with people I knew from college, and it struck me that in the 4 years I had known these people, I had never had the luxury to do just this, absolutely nothing. Everyone was seemingly always busy or stressed with school or had somewhere to go. And yet, here we were, doing the Sunday thing, absolutely nothing. It may not seem like much, but, a part of me smiled and enjoyed the moment.

My visit to Davis had one unintended consequence, I lost my cell phone. So, Friday night, with nothing to do, a few of us went to play laser tag in Sacramento, at which point, I dropped my phone without noticing it. An employee finds my phone and puts it up in a central area where it can be picked up. Unfortunately, there was a Frat having a social at the place, and some frat guy's girlfriend picks up my phone thinking its her boyfriends. I call my phone the next day to find out that this guy has my phone, but he's back in Concord for the weekend, and won't be back to Sac until Monday, at which point he promised to drop my phone off at the laser tag place. Well, it's Tuesday evening now, I have no phone, and the phone number the guy gave me goes to a voice mail that picks up with no rings. I don't know what this guy's deal is, but my working theory is that he's just a moron, seeing as how he walked out of the laser tag place with another phone, even though he claims he told his girlfriend that it wasn't his, yet he still walked out with it. He still hasn't returned the phone, and he hasn't answered any of my messages. I have a very simple solution, and that is I get a new phone. My account is due for a free (after rebate) phone upgrade anyway. But, with the old phone, and with it, my old SIM card lost, I lose all the phone numbers I had. For the most part, I know them all, but a few, I don't, and now they're gone...gone forever...until I get them again. So, if you know me, please call my cell phone number after tomorrow so I can save your numbers! But, the point of this whole tangent is that people suck, at least people who don't respect other people's property and treat lost and found matters as serious.

Losing my cell phone while out of town is an interesting event that has followed a whole sequence of events that I think are trying to tell me something. I have been doing some reflecting in the little free and alone time I've had the past 2 weeks or so, and it's leading towards something, I'm not sure what yet. My next update will be of a highly personal and probably a very religious nature. If you've been following along, the next entry might be a bit uncomfortable as well. It'll be odd at the very least. But you wouldn't be interested in that, would you...not that I've done anything to pique your interest. ;)

Oh yeah, don't try to talk to me tomorrow night.