Pt. 2: Its all coming back to me

This weekend also marked the first time I saw my father in three years. It had come down to the wire, and we HAD to have more help with a truck to move furniture in. I knew I couldnt call my girlfriends dad, because we had kinda stood him up in a way a couple of times. My exact words were, "I have to deal with Kylie's dad, who will notice if we piss off my dad?" (That being said, I nearly broke into tears in front of my girlfriend. Not very manly.) I should also preface all of this by saying after three years of about a call a year, my dad called me on my birthday. Since then, we have been talking intermittently on the phone, not going to much into the fact he has missed some of the most important things in my life (My loss of virginity (he wouldnt have BEEN THERE, but you know what I mean), my starting smoking, several girlfriends I almost thought I might marry, my 108 jobs, my friends, my ups and downs, my turning 21). The list goes on and on.

Anyhow, dad agreed to come out and help us finish up.

I can only say it is amazing how things come back. Listening to Dad burp and apologize, hearing his really long pointless stories that I actually DO listen to, watching him smoke cigarette after cigarette (wishing I could have one, now), hearing him be MY DAD.

For the most part it was beautiful. At one point he asked if I was still "messing around with that theatre stuff". He immediately said he didnt mean messing around, but doing, and I laughed said it was ok. And it really was. The fact that he said that speaks to me that he realizes part of our problem is the way he treats what I choose to do. It felt nice.

Dad went on and on about the house, and my job, and my girlfriend, and I think I was in heaven briefly. When you have a parent you dont talk to, especially if its just a stupid problem made large by time, you constantly worry about doing too much with yourself, worried that they may miss out on your life. I guess I dont have to worry about that anymore.

This horrible weekend, I made my Dad proud. This horrible weekend was one of the best.