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29 June 2002 (Saturday): meeting moonpuddle

I'm feeling all warm and fuzzy.

Spending the weekend with my dad; flew down to where he works and we're driving back home tomorrow, making a national park stop for some hiking along the way. Turns out Moonie lives a stone's throw from Dad's commuter apartment (well, fifteen minutes' drive), so we dropped by for an hour or so earlier this evening. She even called Mr. S, who apparently frantically showered before coming over for the momentous rendezvous. Made me feel better about frantically brushing my teeth before coming over, myself.

It's funny to come over to the house of someone you've never met, and whose real name you didn't know until a day ago, and at the same time be coming over to the house of a good friend you feel like you've known for ages. Not to mention meeting two or three such people (D was there too, of course). The whole house had a communal vibe to it that made it very easy to slip into and be comfortable. Reminded me of college, in a way.

I wouldn't mind having Moonpuddle for a mommy. Not one bit. Smoo's a lucky girl.

My father came in with me, despite initial trepidation about being the lone conservative old fart amidst of a bunch of young liberals. But he's open-minded as conservative old farts go, and he had a good time asking us all questions about how we use the Internet, the purpose of online communities and so on. I'm glad he never figured out what "schwantz" meant, though. Particularly when we were talking about piercings thereon.

Oh, and I swear Zach and Mr. S. are long-lost brothers. Sheesh. Even his little "yeeeahh, lookit me, ahmmm a SEXY BEAST!" act was a dead ringer for Zach's, right down to the brow waggling. Scary. And he's highly huggable, too.

Other than that lovely hour of socializing, it's been nonstop intense conversation this weekend. My dad doesn't small-talk with me, no sir. Cut straight to the meaty stuff. The meaning of success. Child-rearing philosophies. Solutions to the environmental crisis. Determining factors of human sexuality. My fiercest dreams, his most dearly held aspirations, our hopes for family and country and humankind in general. It's exhausting and wonderful, these twice-a-year "retreats" with the man who, more than anyone, shaped my beliefs and personality. He trusts me now, has let me go to live my life as I choose, so the conversations aren't nearly as tense and emotional as they once were. Now they're just backpacking trips for the brain.

posted by enjelani @ 10:08 PM PST

Replies: 7 comments

*smacks forehead*

TOTALLY forgot about the "piercing of the schwantz" part of the rendezvous ;)

Believe it or not, that was one of the most formal encounters i've ever had at Moonies :) Usually we're all sprawled across the room in various positions, listening to some music on D's crazy stereo, playing with the dog or birds, entertaining her kidlin, farting, belching, and all other thingsindicitive of being around people you are really comfortable with :) I love those guys ;)

Your Papa is a character :) I kinda got the impression he didn't really "get" the whole purpose behind blogging, and was maybe a bit surprised that "total strangers" that "met" on the internet would meet in real life? Hmm... I wonder what he was thinking when "schwantz" kept coming up though... "Is that code for something? ARGH! These young liberals speak their own language!".

Was great to meetcha ;) Next time bring Soren too so I can oogle him as well :D

posted by syndromes @ 29 06 2002 11:15 PM PST

> even his little "yeeeahh, lookit me, ahmmm a SEXY BEAST!" act was a dead ringer for Zach's, right down to the brow waggling. <

it took me several reads to figure out what you were referring to. ("sexy beast act?? wtf!?")

S! my brotha!

you know, i sorta miss your family. :)

posted by Zach @ 29 06 2002 11:27 PM PST

Oi... All this damn name changing is confuzing the HELL outta me :) Zach = eric. Got it. I think... ?

I wonder if the world would cease to exist or explode or something if we ever did meet up? Maybe we are like Tomax and Xamot (please tell me someone gets that reference.... ? Yo Joe??). EVIL TWIN BROTHERS HELL BENT ON RULING THE PLANET ALONGSIDE COBRA COMMANDER!!

Errm... or not.

*looks for the off switch*

posted by syndromes @ 29 06 2002 11:39 PM PST

hey, sounds fun!

you all now know enjelani's dad better than I do. I got 5 minutes with him once. ;)

posted by soren @ 30 06 2002 12:11 PM PST

syndromes: you'll get a kick out of this site: http://www.artvilla.com/cobra/index2.htm

Alas, Tomax and Xamot were on "official" business at the time of the rally.

-adam

posted by Adam Tow @ 30 06 2002 03:35 PM PST

Ok, I am feeling worse and worse with each post I read. I am gushing and thrilled, really I am. I am just so pooped! :P

I think we should all meet up for a weekend somewhere in the middle...SLO perhaps?

S, could you let everyone know that I am not as boring and unemotional as my posts today are making me seem? I'll pay you later.

posted by Moonpoopoo @ 30 06 2002 05:11 PM PST

Haha, thx for the URL adam ;) If I still had my joes, it'd just turn out to be some sort of Lord Helmet Spaceballs type of thing... Just last week at work, I was making the green army men, GAY green army men... I don't think our HR dept appreciates it.

Moonie, you know i'm an attention whore so don't worry about it :) You did most of the talking during the visit, so I made sure to come in and do a lot of jibber-jabber afterwards :D And you have much more insightful things to say than I do. It's not the amount (me), but the quality (you).

And besides that... You all know we love you regardless :) You've got boobies and I don't :( (although i'm starting to get bitch tits, i'm so out of shape *frown* )

posted by syndromes @ 30 06 2002 08:06 PM PST