Greetings from Salt Lake City!
As soon as I got my paycheck on Friday I hit the road. I realized that if I push myself, I can make it to SLC in time to get to a very special Meg and Dia performance. Can’t miss it! They used to perform there years ago and I got to see a reunion show that made the whole trip worthwhile. I could feel the nostalgia and everyone was singing along! I also got the chance for some face time with the wonder girl herself. You should have seen how hard I struggled to form words under such weariness and exhaustion from my travels! It was awkward city! All this anticipation of what that fateful meeting would be like, 8 years in the making, and there I was in the perfect place for it to happen and I stood there fumbling. Classic! Well can you guess how our meeting went? Yup, exactly as I predicted: in classic Vicci fashion. (See, dad? This proves that this is not all in my head because I predicted she would act like she didn’t know me!) Guess she didn’t like my letters.
Do you know what this means? She’s out of the way! No more Dia to worry about. It’s just you and me now. And that probably means it’s just me.
I’m fine with that.
It’s been a special two years with y’all doing this all over again. I remember way back in 2007 how eagerly I yearned to hear Vicci confirm to me that she had me in her thoughts since 2005. I so badly wanted for that story to have a happy ending with a climactic, emotional, and meaningful consummation. How nice it would feel to be vindicated to my family and friends who saw how this girl was affecting me and thought I was imagining things. I took a careful course of action that instead garnered feigned ignorance on her behalf and wedged my tail firmly between my legs.
Two and a half years ago I saw the cycle repeating. Things were manifesting in a systematic and predictable way. I could engage with it and see stuff coming. Incredible! Who lives life like this? Some things I didn’t see coming because I was shortsighted by what I thought was even possible.
It’s been a great experience but this time around has likewise reached its end. I’m not at all disappointed that this story is getting buried again. It’s for the best. I have no hard feelings toward Dia. I needed that rejection (I also pretty much asked for it).
Perhaps I’m short sighting myself again. Maybe you have something up your sleeve with Artemis? Maybe I’ll catch Dia in Boston on the up and up next weekend? (Like it or not— we are friends. Deny it all you want!)
In the meantime, I’m going to visit Temple Square to visit some sights sacred to me. Did you know Abdul-Baha visited the temple in 1912 wearing the red robe of His Father? The same red robe Bahá’u’llah wore on Mount Carmel in Haifa, Israel, in 1891 where He revealed part of the Tablet of Carmel. All things considered, you have to appreciate these connections, if anything else. His Son was using His Father’s apparel to convey hidden meaning. They did not let Him into the temple, by the way.
Anyways, I can’t keep this blog content up forever. Make your copies, screenshots, back it up. I’m deleting everything by year’s end.