Russian Accent

Tonight, Philly and I hung out and walked around Boulder. We smoked like a bajillion cigarettes and basically talked about lives, interrupting the deep conversation only to smile at passing drunk hipsters.

Side note: is it just me, or does every cute hipster have a bike? Like a vintage bike. THEY ALL HAVE BIKES.

Anyway, the more we talked, the more I realized that our souls are basically symmetrical. Like, she hangs out with older people like I hang out with older people. She's been through shit like I've been through shit.

Another side note: Ok, everyone's been through some sort of shit. No one leads the happy normal life that they project; everyone has one horrible incident in their past/vital personality flaw/huge issue or some combination of those thereupon.

But she and I have been through or have had a close proximity to to the same kinds of shit. It was enlightening. Tonight was the first time that we ever talked deeply and personally. You know, in any good friendship, there always comes that time where you cut through the superficial and talk about the deep, emotional stuff. I guess that time was tonight. Now that it's out of the way, we can get back to being ridiculously and crazy with each other.

Yet another side note: I hate when after the obligatory deep, life-evaluating conversation happens with a friend, the dynamic changes. Like one or the other of you suddenly cares more or treats the other as a more fragile person and feels the need to tiptoe around certain subjects once they know they're sore. Just because someone's been traumatized doesn't necessarily mean that they're suddenly a breakable victim. They weren't a weak, sad person before you knew that they'd been through shit, why do they suddenly become one after you know?

We walked around for a few hours and bummed some cigarettes off this one guy who was really cool. He walked and talked with us for a little bit. His name was Rick and he was visiting from Leadville, but was originally from Boston. He and Philly shared an east coast sentimental moment. Then he started telling us about his life, which was weird because we had just met him... but he was still pretty chill.

We eventually got coffee at this one late-night coffee shop and Philly started teaching me Russian. We do this thing where we'll randomly start talking to each other in thick Soviet accents and then we'll forget to talk normally when talking to other people. I've ordered more than one drink at Starbucks in an accent without even realizing it until half-way through.

She was teaching me how to say 'please' and 'thank you' and 'you're welcome' in Russian when I noticed some extremely drunk guys out the window of the coffee shop doing the robot dance and we smiled at them because they were amusing. They walked on, but a few minutes later they came into the shop and sat next to us. The started talking and flirting but Philly and I were far from interested, so we politely chatted, but then got up and left. The drunk dudes followed us.

It was unspeakably awkward.

It was such a chill night... I love those.

Julia