The Very Reverend Beat-Updated

OK, so I'm pissed at how much gas is going up. Especially considering the fact that I have to drive to Spartanburg this weekend for my dear friend, Brian's wedding. I'm actually pretty excited about the wedding though. I've known Brian since I was in the seventh grade and anyone from high school or hell, even McCracken will remember that I was a part of a little group called Odyessy of the Mind. That's where I met Brian aka Reverend Beat or just Beat. I was on the 7th grade team and he was on the 9th grade team. He was the infamous cow. I remember when we made it to state at USC. Sitting in the bleachers of the Coliseum, listening to Gin Blossoms, "Hey Jealousy," I developed the biggest crush. I didn't really see Brian again until I was in the 10th grade and by then, he was a senior. We had our ups and downs that year and we even made out once or twice. But when graduation arrived, he completely shut me out and refused to talk to me. I was so hurt by that because I felt like we had developed a great friendship. He left to go to Bama and I thought I'd never see him again. I think we may have kept in touch via IMs for a while but like every other story, we'd lose touch.

My freshman year at JSU, we somehow got in touch with each other. He came to Jacksonville and ate dinner with me and my Big sister, Nia at Jeffersons. And from that point on, we've always been involved in each other's lives in some form or fashion. We even tried dating in the summer of 2002 which didn't work out. He had already graduated from Bama and moved back to Spartanburg and I was still in Jacksonville. The long distance thing just didn't work for us. Which I find ironic since he started dating his fiance in 2002. I guess I have a way of pushing men into the women they're supposed to be with...go figure.

So he called one night last semester and told me that he'd proposed. Finally! Beat had been with her for years and still hadn't proposed but he finally dropped to a knee. And now the wedding's here. And I have to leave my first child on deposit just to pay for the gas to get there. Not to mention I have to find a place to stay since I have no more family in Spartanburg. Which brings me to another point. My father has moved out of Spartanburg and lives in another city close to Charlotte. My step mom, who's really not my step mom because she divorced my father several years ago, has to take care of her mother that now lives with her, so that leaves me with no place to stay for free. Damnit!

There should be some other people I know at the wedding though...the other seniors that I hung out with that year Beat graduated. I'll also get to see possibly another group of friends from high school. They're in a band called Neal Stryker and the Bandits. They're playing in Greenville and I think I may can convince my friend Harry (see previous post) to go with me. It should be a good weekend, considering I have a final on Monday that I have no idea when I'm going to study for it. Oh well....


*after seriously thinking this through...I have no money to go to Spartanburg. Please forgive me Beat and CONGRATULATIONS!