Back from the Boston funeral

Wow.  Get a bunch of MFA poets and fiction writers together, send them all to a funeral in Boston, and weird shit tends to go down.  I would say that two friends were especially grief-ridden (especially since one of them was attending his own mother's funeral and we were there for support).  The other one was his girlfriend, of sorts, even though she's married and lives in the west. mass. area with one 2.5 yr old child.  She and her husband have an open relationship. 

As for the rest of us?  We muddled through.  Two of my friends were half an hour late for the funeral.  Then later at the reception as we were all smoking our cigarettes outside, one of them made some offhand crack about how I should plan things better.  Plan things better?  I wasn't the one late the funeral!  Oddly, she was referring in fact to my inability to catch the train the night before.  In my defense, I only called around for a cab 2 hrs before my train was to leave and all the cab companies were busy.   That's right.  Too busy to pick me up in an hour and a half and drive me the 15 miles to the train station.  God bless living in a small New England town. 

So I took a bus.  And for this I was accused of not planning well.  So that made me feel a bit pissy.  Then as the reception continued, I felt some bad memories kicking up of someone I lost a few years ago.  So I sat outside for most of the damn thing trying not to cry and chain smoking and staring at the snow. 

Later we drove an hour to get to some restaurant in the North Shore.  Apparently this was only supposed to be a 20 minute drive, but then again I wasn't in charge of the direction and the planning.  So I sat quietly in the back.  The drive home took even longer as they tried a shortcut.  That took 1 hr ad 20 mins.  I was so ready to collapse in my own hotel room bythen.  And it felt good to sprawl out on the gianormous King bed and watch crappy cable while drinking bad Pinot Grigio.  By the next day, everyone was in better moods. Leave it to a funeral I guess....

Now I'm home.  The crappy apartment setting up never ever seems to end.  Small boxes packed with misc. shit take an hour to sort through.  Keep or throw away?  And I really should start polishing my poem for tomorrow's workshop.  Yay!

Anyway, other than that, spring break is approaching.  What should I do?  Open to suggestions.  Non-expensive ones especially.

Comments

[Jenny]

Hi there.. you don't know me but I just happened to notice that on my sitemeter it said the referring url was your site, but I dont see any links to me anywhere? Just confused! Maybe you could help me!

[Oedipa]

Errr...hello Jenny. My guess is that either me or one of my blog readers clicked on your link via the "Recently Updated Weblogs" widget on the right hand side. Simple as that. Hope that helps!