since my blogging has been all too centered around how much activity i cram into every weekend lately (a maximo park show, a beer pong barbeque, 10 games of beach volleyball and a kung fu movie night? how does he do it?), i won’t spend time on that. it’s not interesting unless you’re someone who normally would be there for all the fun and are checking in to see what you missed. if so, sorry, but i’m sure there’s just as much fun on the horizon.

instead how about how fun it is to finally have something to awkwardly report when your mother uncomfortably asks how your love life is going? there are so many issues to wrestle with there it can’t help but be fun. if there’s nothing going on, of course, you can just confess that no, “i’ve mostly been hanging out with my friends and just having fun, and catching up on reading and movies…” which is true i’m sure, but also seems to always have a twinge of defeat, as if you both know that that’s not quite enough but neither wants to admit it.

it’s even more fun when the question comes right around the formative stages of something actually worth sharing, because so many quick decisions have to be made — is this one worth talking about (yet)? should i hold off until it’s more solidified? am i just getting her (and my own) hopes up? how honest should i really be about the sordid details of how it happened? will the girl be okay with the fact that now my mother knows this is happening? should i tell the girl i told her? what terms are okay to use to describe this situation at this point? and this is all in a couple seconds, maybe more if you pretend your cell phone wasn’t getting reception at that exact moment.

not that any of that really matters against spending two whole days with someone so cute and fun, but it is a lot funnier to write about than the much cornier things that’ve been on my mind most of this weekend.