seni seviyorum

After a long day in Philadelphia I came home, laid out in my driveway, then came inside to revel in the nice conditioned air. I soon realized I had a voicemail that must have come in when I turned my phone off during my job interview, so I dialed up and listened to it. It was my dearest friend, Berk, telling me that he and our other friend Devin would be in Brigantine in a few hours until Friday -- mind you, Brigantine is where I grew up, and they have been spending summers there since we were all kids and I never knew them until senior year of college. I haven't been that excited in a long time. The longest time Berk and I ever went without seeing each other was during winter break for 6 weeks, and even then I went up to New York for a visit. The night was spent drinking wine out on Devin's family's dock on the bay, then driving down to where I used to live and walking along the jetty at night -- the Atlantic City skyline looking strangely fabulous -- and putzing around in the water a bit taking night-time photographs. Everything was lovely until I came home and walked in on my parents having sex. So like some sort of odd fractional mathematics, my great night got canceled out.