Rollercoster

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Thursday June 22, 2023

I had once again woken up early. And by early I mean 8. But that is early for vacation in my opinion. After failing to fall back asleep I made my way downstairs in my pajamas to the T.V. room. After finding nothing good to watch on Cable or Netflix or Prime Video as The Summer I Turned Pretty wasn't coming 'til July 14 I went to youtube and got recommended my comfort show, Dance Moms. I know screaming adults and crying children aren't very comforting but I know all of the one liners from this show like the back of my hand. I snuggled into the blanket and felt my mind become transfixed on whether or not Mackenzie's feet were sickled. I was never a dancer but I feel like I know too much because of the hours I spent watching this show.

I must have been on my 4th episode as the Abby Lee Miller of Michigan makes his way into the room. I didn't want to watch my show with him because I knew he would make fun of me but I guess I underestimated just how much of an ass he is. As he walked like he owned the place --and yes I know he does technically own the place it's just a saying-- he took the remote off the couch, sat down and turned on ESPN.

It was an asshole move in my opinion but I would not expect anything less. He didn't say anything to me. Did not look at me. Just sat on the couch and stared at ESPN. And to add to it nothing interesting is even happening at 11:35 in the morning on ESPN. Deciding that I need to start my day on the right foot I leave the room before he can say anything and start to make myself breakfast.

After the turn of events yesterday Luke and I went to the supermarket and bought some groceries so I decided to make some french toast because even if Luke has already eaten, which I doubt he has as I didn't hear his loud footsteps on the stairs, he always has room for more. I swear his stomach is like Mary Poppin's bag, never-ending.

Luke comes downstairs right in the nick of time. I swear he has the nose of a dog when it comes to food.

"Char any chance you can spare a poor little boy a piece of your delicious french toast." He gives me his best puppy dog eyes.

"I figured you'd want some, so I made enough for both of us." I tell him with a smile on my face. Cooking is one of my favorite love languages. I love cooking though sometimes I hate it when I'm tired after a long day at the studio and I have to make myself something rather than having something waiting for me.

Suddenly I'm being enveloped into the arms of a hockey player as he tells me "This is why you're my best friend," and I feel a grin appear on my face.

Eventually I finish, after many complaints from Luke about how slow of an eater I am. As I get up to do the Dishes Luke is quick to push me back down.

"I got them, you already cooked." I give him a grateful smile as we just talk about the movie we want to watch tonight. But suddenly I hear this agitating grating voice calling for me.

"Hey Charly! I think you might want to see this."

"I'm kinda busy right now!" I yell back

"No seriously!" He responds with just as much conviction and I, not having the effort to deal with his petty arguments, decide that I'll see what he wants. Nothing could have prepared me for what was on that T.V. screen.

My Family have had season tickets to the Celtics since before the Bill Russell era. My Pop-Pop was taught that the Celtics were the Balls, my dad was taught by him, and I was taught the same by my dad. A piece of the parquet floor from the old Boston Garden sits on top of the mantle in my Parent's house. I've been going to games since before I could walk and so many of my favorite memories are of watching the C's. Whether it be when I was 7 and they won the finals. When we knocked Brooklyn and Kyrie out in the first round in 2022 or Derick White's buzzer-beating layup in this past postseason. And on top of that sitting--really standing-- with my Pop-Pop and all the other crazy fans and cheering together as it happened. I never thought I would see the day number 36 wasn't a Celtic so as I read the headline I didn't believe it.