i showed up a bit late only to find her parents barbecuing on the patio. on her mother's invitation i sat down and had some to eat. they were all very nice, but it felt eerie to be referred to as "our guest" by people i used to see daily for almost 7 years and a house i didn't used to have to ring the doorbell to enter. it made me realize how long it's really been since i was there last (6 years or more).

as i suspected, me and helena had very sporradic and forced conversation - it was interesting in a way to hear what she was doing now, and she seemed interested enough in what i had to tell too, but it was clear we had little, if anything, in common anymore.

i was a bit shocked when i met her little brother again. all of a sudden he's 13 years old. i felt ancient when i uttered the classic "oh my ghod you've grown so much!" i still can't comprehend though how the sweet little kid who wanted to become a veterinarean when he got older managed to turn into this tall man child in army pants.

he seemed very eager to hear anything i had to tell him about the new star wars movie, but i was disturbed at the way he'd constantly make jokes about gay people. in the end i had to chalk it up to being a 13 year old boy. it did surprise me though how i was the only one who seemed to react to his ever frequent comments about "faggots this and that", but then, that's me.

apart from feeling like i had just confessed to recently have had a third eye removed when i said i was single and quite happy to be too, things went well. i left after slinging out a few loose "i'll come back soon" promises.

and that was that.