My Muay Thai coach called me “fearless” today. No one has ever called me that before.
Last night, I my father-in-law visited me. He passed away a little over a year ago.
I heard some music today that really took me back. The soundtrack to Cruel Intentions.
My ex-fiancé, (from ever so long ago) had shown me the movie, and so it was around the time that I left him that I was listening to the soundtrack a lot. It was a hard break-up, so I was feeling a new freedom.
I was recently back in St. Louis (Wee One and I did a few weekends of fair in mid-Missouri) and one afternoon, we went out with my (step) grandmother. This meant driving around a part of town I was in a lot as a kid, and a bit in high school, so of course it sparked nostalgia. But none so much as the mall: Crestwood mall.
Cohiba had knee surgery almost two weeks ago. (He messed up some ligaments working a Jiu Jitsu move he doesn’t normally do.) He was instructed to fast starting midnight the night before, but his surgery wasn’t scheduled until 2 PM the next day. So he was really really hunger, and bordering on hangry, which is normally me.
I told him I was gonna pick up some coffee right after I dropped him off and he was like, “Gah! Don’t tell me that!”
When I came out of the coma, I had trouble using the restroom. I could feel I had to go, I just couldn’t. My doctor had ordered some kind of test to see where the problem was but, fortunately, I never had to get it. I peed the night before, and there was much rejoicing.
Tonight’s memories are brought to you by Christmas Eve.