Tuesday, July 01, 2008

I was on a trip with friends to Boston. At night we had to go from Cambridge to the city and that involved a very long ferry ride under a tiny moon. It was Vegas too, somehow. The Philadelphia Eagles were playing a preseason game inside a huge casino. They were winning and looked great. There were vague characters who seem to have been old classmates but whom I understood to be current and former coworkers. One woman revealed that she'd betrayed me in some personnel shakeup matter, and began to cry, saying, "I don't know why I just told you that." She said she did it because I deserved it on some level. I was forgiving yet tried to defend myself against her charges. Jesse was there and we had a beer and began to talk about what was going on.