Alamo City to Bean Town

I walked in the office this morning and someone asked me why I was so chipper and my response was the only thing that could conceivably be part of my good mood, I’m going home. 

Texas is home to me and it always will be. While I won’t be home in San Antonio, Denton was my home for four and a half years. The University of North Texas will always be “home” in my heart and I’ve never felt so proud to be part of a college community and to work for its improvement. 

Homecoming this weekend is my first chance to attend homecoming events since I graduated in 2009. I am overwhelmed to see the brand new stadium, all my mentors, my beautiful sorority sisters and old friends. I’ve had the dress for months and am so excited to finally wear it. Going to polish up my boots and don my white bow once again. It wouldn’t be homecoming without it. :-)

Only two more days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was supposed to have a date last night. I say supposed to, because it never actually happened. When I got home around 3:45 I wasn’t in the mood for the date, I just wanted to stay home and watch Rescue Me on netflix. But since I had to be back at work at 5:30, I knew that any primping would need to be done beforehand. As I started to get ready, I remembered the flutter of excitement that I used to get before a date, that little yip in my stomach, or giggle that I would feel. I liked what I was wearing and my hair was actually cooperating with me. 

Cue to out of work a little bit early and I make my way to the Boston Common. I’m not really sure what we’re doing on the date; coffee, drinks, dinner, etc. so I grab a bite to eat since I’m ravenous and a cup of coffee at Thinking Cup. While eating the guy behind the counter goes “Get stood up?” to which I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or not, turns out he wasn’t. He was just giving the owner who was sitting at the table parallel to me a hard time. The owner was waiting on the other owner to finish up in the kitchen so they could eat. I should’ve taken it as a sign.

I got a text about ten minutes from the time we were supposed to meet and guess who cancelled? To be honest, I can’t recall if I’ve ever really been stood up before. But mostly, because I don’t feel like I ever dated in the traditional sense, things were always very low key and informal. While I know that technically he cancelled at the last minute, he stood me up. He did. The train ride from Cambridge to where we were meeting is at least 15-20 minutes. He knew he wasn’t coming long before he texted me. Disappointing, but not life shattering. Just awkward I suppose.

Lucky for me though, I have some really great friends in my cohort and they weren’t going to let my cute outfit and curled hair go to waste, they took me out for a drink instead. :-)

I just read a poem and teared up. The vision that it painted is one I’ve seen before, and the voice in my mind spoke it with a bit of a southern twang, and it reminded me of home. 

Not San Antonio home, but home as in Texas. Home as in the years that I spent living and loving in Denton. On the streets of that city, around a town square with a clock tower and afternoons walking hand in hand, getting ice cream at Beth Marie’s and window shopping. 

Lord knows I miss that. But that poem was so beautiful that I immediately must have it, in some printed form, and framed with a picture of my clock towers. The “little town” in Texas that stole my heart and made me forever faithful. I love Denton, I love UNT, and I will bleed mean green until the day I die.

The poem may be found here: http://thebloggist.tumblr.com/post/11168594966/you-know-what-i-write-a-lot-of-poetry-for-people

It’s called “The Square” by Joseph Cottle. Just scroll past the contest it was entered for. Absolutely amazing. 

How are those lonely nights without me,

Now that the weather’s started to cool down?

How are you feelin with no one to hold you,

Now that all your women have left town?

Don’t you worry bout me honey,

I’m right where I should belong,

Living my dream and working hard,

Though I’ll admit that I was wrong.

Wrong to stay when the world was calling.

Wrong to lie when I was falling

I was wrong to stand by and watch you run around,

but it looks like what you wanted, you finally found.

So don’t worry bout me honey,

I’m right where I belong,

Living my dream and working hard,

Though I’ll admit that I was wrong.

Met a Boston bred Marine Corps Officer last night, correctly guessed his rank and mentally guessed his MOS. 

I think he was taken aback by my lingo, but he seemed to like my smile.

Asked for my phone number. and here’s to hoping he’ll actually call.

Good Lord, please either let me meet the right military guy or stop sending them my way!