some aspect of my brain fried yesterday. i had coffee with forrest in the morning and then drank an entire bottle of champagne and got *rather* inebriated and sobby. (mike, amanda, heather shut your respective faces.) the forrest part was uneventful and pleasant-ish. we swirled around the old cancer-y stuff, kids and jobs and avoided anything more personal and reminisce-y.
rory conversation: not.so.much. danny had guys night, no one was around to go out for a drink with me. i came home with a cheap bottle of champagne for me and a very large beer for rory and made him keep me company. we talked for a long time about summer and her family, about danny and his family, about our jobs, about the kids, about normal things that people talk about when they've known each other 16 years and haven't talked in a very long time. and then the fact that i haven't been drinking and had consumed 3/4 of a bottle of cook's brut turned me into a crying confessing raccoon faced mess. we talked about him cheating (though he never sealed the deal with tara until he left) and i took it as the moment to tell him about sleeping with austin before we got married, hoped it stung a bit. i told him that the way he left made me think that danny was leaving at every turn over the past five years. that i've changed. that i'm not that pushy bitch, that i retreat instead into the body of a 1930's housewife at one moment and a liberated whore at the next. he went silent for a few minutes, but in a thinking way. i called him out. he said sorry that he did what he did, how he did it. i thanked him for leaving, leading me ultimately to the messy joy i have now. he said that he told his boss that we've been divorced for years but are 'very good friends.' i cried for being young and dumb when he said something about it sometimes taking 8 years to realize what you don't want. he hugged me. he left. i cried some more, cathartically and drunk dialed brett until danny came home.
rory conversation: not.so.much. danny had guys night, no one was around to go out for a drink with me. i came home with a cheap bottle of champagne for me and a very large beer for rory and made him keep me company. we talked for a long time about summer and her family, about danny and his family, about our jobs, about the kids, about normal things that people talk about when they've known each other 16 years and haven't talked in a very long time. and then the fact that i haven't been drinking and had consumed 3/4 of a bottle of cook's brut turned me into a crying confessing raccoon faced mess. we talked about him cheating (though he never sealed the deal with tara until he left) and i took it as the moment to tell him about sleeping with austin before we got married, hoped it stung a bit. i told him that the way he left made me think that danny was leaving at every turn over the past five years. that i've changed. that i'm not that pushy bitch, that i retreat instead into the body of a 1930's housewife at one moment and a liberated whore at the next. he went silent for a few minutes, but in a thinking way. i called him out. he said sorry that he did what he did, how he did it. i thanked him for leaving, leading me ultimately to the messy joy i have now. he said that he told his boss that we've been divorced for years but are 'very good friends.' i cried for being young and dumb when he said something about it sometimes taking 8 years to realize what you don't want. he hugged me. he left. i cried some more, cathartically and drunk dialed brett until danny came home.