Bri's Week (Or So) In Review

What a crazy few days I've just had. A real rollercoaster of emotions. Two weeks ago I made a rather big decision to agree to Mike, Janelle's boyfriend of four months, moving in with us. It was an emotionally tough decision to make. But so far, it hasn't been as uncomfortable as I thought. I am just praying for the next few months to go by quicker. Mathew is moving out here at the end of March. An plan that is months overdue from it's original conception. It's the one thing in my life that I am eagerly anticipating.
So last Saturday (the 13th), I went out to Cleveland to see him and to meet his identical twin, Dominick(sp?), who was just home from a two year stint in England with the Air Force. We had good times, and it was an extremely short 3 days. But good discussions and needed bonding always come of my time spent with Mathew. It was a good weekend, and Dom's a really cool guy. I'm glad I got to meet him. I'll have to hold these memories close until Mathew comes out here for Christmas (I went out there last year).
But of course everything great thing comes with an equal negative. I came home to a frazzled Janelle, who had a bit of a scraper with my car (a 2004 Corolla S). Although part of me really wanted to freak the fuck out, the rest of me knew that it would be unnecessarily detrimental to a friendship that hasn't quite fully healed from recent strains. I came up with a plan, and it worked. My car is going to get fixed after Thanksgiving.
But in the process of my plan, I ended up putting my own small dent in my rear bumper, thanks to a blinding morning sun, and a telephone pole behind my parking space. That's covered, too, thank God.
But so now I am back to work, or rather a plethora thereof. I offically hold four jobs. I think that qualifies me for workaholics anonymous. Thankfully it's all stuff I love to do; mostly teaching music.
Any, way so the other night me and my friends are hanging out, watching a movie. We were having a heartfelt discussion, when an arguement ensues. Being the "peacekeeper/problem-solver" type, I ended up as the mediator. Hurt and angry feelings left a sour taste in everyone's mouths, and now my friends from the opposing arguments won't hang out together. Why can't people see that there always two sides to the story, and that no one is ever 100% right or wrong? Now I merely refuse to discuss it at all on either side. It's not my problem anymore. I love the enlightening effect of my gray area.
And last, but not least, a little tid bit of good news: The UMass Latin Jazz Ensemble is now jamming on Tuesday Nights at my restaurant, Freestone's. I am happy to claim a hand in that, for Katie, Andy, Santi and all my friends who'll be playing. I hope it works out!!!
I encourage everyone to fill their lives with music.
Come Down and Get Some!!!