Maybe this is weird, maybe it's not...
Or maybe the subculture that is Pipe Bands just breeds this kinda stuff, but Saturday I drove the best part of an hour to attend the birthday party of one of my exes.
Now, I was told this was weird by one of my friends, as he is more the type to "cut bait" when he breaks up with someone. I, however, don't see the big effing deal, as I tend not to date someone if I don't genuinely enjoy their company... hence why I'm friends, or at least on somewhat civil speaking terms with just about everyone I've dated. I'm not the type to grin a bear a moron just because I'm going to get laid (maybe that's the weirdest thing in this whole post), so while there's usually a (sometimes lengthy) cooling off period after any break up, as long as we come across each other again (intended), it will tend to be amicable. Example? This fall, she joined the band I play with. I missed that particular practice as I was recovering from John Orr (read: I can stagger into practice only slightly late, and perhaps more than slightly screwed up from the night before, or I can have breakfast with a friend and blow the thing off entirely), however, I received two calls from people advising me of her attendance. Of course, that didn't so much matter, as I was actually one of the people encouraging her to come out to the band. She's a pretty good player who could only help us, so it made sense. We have now reinstalled ourselves as two of the last people (along with the same cast of characters from last year) to leave the pub after practice.
Beyond that, through the wonder that is the incestuous world of pipe bands, I know her brother, housemate and new boyfriend, all of whom were in attendance Saturday.
In short, it was good times. We got her drunk to the point she had trouble forming coherent thoughts, and as a nice change of pace, I didn't have to be the one making sure she didn't swallow her tongue. :)
Now, I was told this was weird by one of my friends, as he is more the type to "cut bait" when he breaks up with someone. I, however, don't see the big effing deal, as I tend not to date someone if I don't genuinely enjoy their company... hence why I'm friends, or at least on somewhat civil speaking terms with just about everyone I've dated. I'm not the type to grin a bear a moron just because I'm going to get laid (maybe that's the weirdest thing in this whole post), so while there's usually a (sometimes lengthy) cooling off period after any break up, as long as we come across each other again (intended), it will tend to be amicable. Example? This fall, she joined the band I play with. I missed that particular practice as I was recovering from John Orr (read: I can stagger into practice only slightly late, and perhaps more than slightly screwed up from the night before, or I can have breakfast with a friend and blow the thing off entirely), however, I received two calls from people advising me of her attendance. Of course, that didn't so much matter, as I was actually one of the people encouraging her to come out to the band. She's a pretty good player who could only help us, so it made sense. We have now reinstalled ourselves as two of the last people (along with the same cast of characters from last year) to leave the pub after practice.
Beyond that, through the wonder that is the incestuous world of pipe bands, I know her brother, housemate and new boyfriend, all of whom were in attendance Saturday.
In short, it was good times. We got her drunk to the point she had trouble forming coherent thoughts, and as a nice change of pace, I didn't have to be the one making sure she didn't swallow her tongue. :)
posted by Iain @ 10:50 AM
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