Before I go on, and before I forget, here are some pictures from the fateful HST formal, which in retrospect may not have been all that fateful. I posted these a while ago, but I don’t think I ever made a mention here.

Okay, and now for the movie-script life.

You know the feeling you get when things around you seem so surreal that you stop and ask yourself “wait, am I sure I’m not living in a movie?” That’s how I have felt this whole past week (and maybe longer than that even), and it’s not even a good movie. It is a sad movie with sad (sad-melancholy, not sad-pathetic) characters with tragic lives.

I was recounting to a dear dear friend today about the conversations that I have had recently, the events that have unfolded, the people around me, the drama … and unprompted, she said, “wow, I feel like I’m reading a movie script.” Which was exactly how I felt, and her saying that just made me even more aware of how ridiculously unbelievable everything has been. But what do you do? Life is life is life is life.

Remember those Carrie-Bradshaw voiceovers that always summed up SATC episodes? That’s how my thoughts run these days (case-in-point: “do we ever truly find that person? And how often do we simply stop at ‘good enough’?” … add some Carrie wit, and it’ll fit right in).

Anyways, in other news (and not much happier), I sprained my ankle playing ultimate today. Worst part was, I didn’t even end up saving the disc I jumped for. At least an injury incurred while making a save is a glorified injury. Now I’m just a sucker who didn’t know any better. The happy news is that I love my summer ultimate team. I’m so glad I joined and stuck with it, despite feeling so incredibly nervous when I showed up to my first game because I knew that I wouldn’t know a single person in the league.