A Day in the Life

We're back, we're back, we are back! Well, atleast I am (Conor). I apologize for not posting anything in like 2 months. I wish I could come up with a valid reason...but then I'd be lying. There is no reason. You should be happy though that we are actually doing something with our lives other than writing on a website. I realized recently though that I miss sharing my thoughts and feelings with all of you. So the blog must go on! I promise I will keep up with the posting. So please start reading again. I don't ask for much.


Conor-Rick (and Stan) Vocabulary of the Week:

"The Daylights Savings Defense"
A phrase coined by Stan and I and inspired by my brother, Dane, on the way home from Salem the other night. We overheard my brother tell his girlfriend on the phone he could only see her for half an hour because it was Daylights Savings Time. This didn't make sense to us so I defined it as "any time you use Daylight Savings Time as an excuse to get out of a situation".

For example...Girl from bar: "Hey, it's Jenn with two n's from the bar last night, what time will you pick me up tonight? (Important note: never date a girl who shortens her name by throwing in extra letters. It's a very subtle way of announcing, "I'm a skank...and there are currently 3 mutated STDs forming under my cocktail dress"). You: Oh...ummm yeah about that. I forgot that it's going to be Daylight Savings Time. So I guess we can't go out tonight.

Doesn't make sense? It doesn't have to make sense! It's Daylights Savings, it already doesn't make sense. The Daylights Savings Defense, use it wisely.

There's an 86% chance one of these girls is a Jenn with 2 N's

The Great Car Ride of 1997 (That happened in 2009)
by Conor Levis

It's never a good thing when you can't even count on one hand how many good things happened to you in a year. I know this because it's a problem I currently suffer from. The only reason I bring this up is because Halloween on Saturday was one of the best days of my year. That isn't saying much. You might remember this post from a little while back (or tried not to). Unfortunately, my optimistic plea at the end was not answered. So are you ready for another venting piece? I promise not to be so dreary this time.

For the past few years, my friends and I have tried to make it a ritual to go to Salem, Massachusetts for Halloween. It really is the best place to go on the holiday. Everytime we go we have such a great time. I especially needed it to be a great time after the funk I've been in recently after having trouble financially, with school, and with my relationships. I guess I just needed something to look up. And so I grabbed a few of my close friends and set off on the Great Car Ride of 1997 (dubbed by Stan and I on our way to Salem. It was a very entertaining ride down and for some reason, that I don't think any of us understood, I decided on the year 1997). I wouldn't call it an adventurous drive down but it was definitely an active and lively one. I drove from Hooksett to get Stan, back to my house to get my brother, to my friend Bannon's on the other side of town, to the liquor store, and then we finally hit the highway (this all took approximately an hour and a half and we hadn't even set off on our journey).

The ride down was just like old times. I hadn't seen my friends in a little while, but we picked off right where we left off. Jokes were flying left and right, songs were sung, great conversations were had. I laughed and smiled more in those hours than I had in 2 weeks. But I guess that's the beauty of friendship. That no matter what happens, it stays constant. I could go into seclusion and not talk to anybody for 2 years...but the minute I run into a friend of mine, he will joke about something that happened the last time we were together. It's the truest of partnerships. I never knew how much I missed these moments until I was living them again. The highlight of the trip was the entire car singing "Steal My Sunshine" by Len and "Gimme The Loot" by the Notorious B.I.G. Before Salem, we had to stop in Boston to pick up my brother's best friend at Tufts University and my friend, Christian, at my school in Brookline. After already driving for 3 hours, we finally set off for Salem with a full car...and I couldn't have been happier.

The guys on Halloween

Driving into Salem is always a pain in the ass on Halloween. We sat in traffic for almost 30 minutes, taking turns leaving the car to piss in somebody's yard (Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures) before we ultimately decided to just park the car in front of a residence and walk the rest of the way. What a mistake. We walked nearly two miles before we finally arrived in town and, of course, saw millions of closer parking spots along the way. But that was okay. The night was young and promising, and we all had each other. Once in Salem, we met up with Rick and another group of friends. From there, we set out on the town. If you haven't been to Salem for Halloween, you're missing out. People dressed up in costumes fill the streets all over the city. You have never seen so many creative costumes in your life. The winner in my opinion was a guy who dressed up as Allen from The Hangover. He looked exactly like him and had the big sunglasses with the baby strapped in front of him. Classic. Bannon came in a close 2nd with his costume of The Jolly Green Giant. People around town loved it.

Jolly Green Giant Bannon...and a sad Moher

My friends and I just did the usual thing. We had done some drinking before and we walked around to check out the old landmarks and all of the interesting people. Christian did his thing and basically hollered at every girl who was a 5 and above while I tried my best to play wing man (not my usual game plan). Rick, Stan, Bannon and I reminisced on old times and soaked in the new times. The highlight of the night was definitely when we nearly witnessed a murder. We were in a rough part of town when we heard someone yelling. We looked over and there was a man with a butcher's knife trying to kick somebodies gate in. When he reached the door, another guy, also holding a knife, ran out of the house and booked it as the first guy chased him around the house. We didn't see what happened...because we didn't want to know what was going to happen. All I know is it was scary and I'm glad we got out of there.

After a few hours, we went back to the apartment of our friend who goes to Salem State. We spent the rest of the night drinking and enjoying good conversation. I often found myself having to sit down to do some reflecting. Even though I was having one of the best times I had in a while, I still couldn't help but feel a certain void. It stems from my relationship with my girlfriend.

It doesn't matter how long you know someone...when love happens, you just know it. I knew I loved my girlfriend from the moment I laid eyes on her. It was the way that moment made me feel inside that I knew. It really makes all the difference in the world to have that someone special in your life. The last two months, I know I've had that certain someone. During that time, I was never more happy with anyone else and she felt the same way. She told me how she already loved me more than anybody else, how her feelings for me were already on a completely different level than anyone before, how I treated her so much better than any guy ever had, and how she had never felt more safe with another guy. I felt the exact same way. We often talked about the future and how it was going to last. All of our hopes and prayers were coming true. It was two months of perfection, something we had never experienced before.

Then something happened. We fought for the first time. Following maybe our best week ever was an up and down week including several arguments and ending with a big blow up on Saturday night. The sad thing is that it was over something stupid. I couldn't even tell you what it was about if you asked me now. The only thing I knew was that things weren't perfect anymore. We decided to take a few days away from talking to clear our heads and get things back on track...and while I thought it was working, I found out quickly that it wasn't for my girlfriend. We talked on Thursday night and she told me she thought she only needed a little more space to get over what happened. She thought maybe it was because she never felt so attached to someone and she never thought it would happen to us. Once again, it wasn't the case. I didn't hear from her all day Friday and on Saturday morning she still didn't have answers. That's where we left it. I haven't heard from her since and I'm left here confused, wanting those answers but unable to get them. I know she probably doesn't have them herself, and that's what hurts the most. Maybe we rushed things, but we couldn't help it. We were just acting on how we felt...and we were crazy about each other. But I think we neglected the most important thing and the foundation of any relationship. Our friendship. The worst part is that we would have been great friends. It was the similarities and coincidences in our personalities that really brought us together. I think we just started out too hot to not cool off.

I'm not sure where we stand anymore. Will we continue on? Will we break up? Are we broken up right now? These are things I don't know. I decided it's best not to force anything and just see how it plays out. If we are to continue, I know I will make her the happiest girl in the world...even more than before. If we don't, I'll know it's something I can't control. Even if I'll always look back at our short but amazing relationship and wonder what could have been. I'm not sure that I will even shed a tear. Because there isn't a thing in this world I would trade the last two months we spent together for. Do I wish I could go back and prevent what happened? Absolutely, more than anything in this world. But the experience we shared the last 2 months is more than anything I could have ever asked for. She showed me what it was to truly love somebody. She made me want to be a better person. She showed me that there is always hope, no matter how bad things get back. And when I was feeling lost after a year of turmoil, she allowed me to find myself again. For that I will always thank her. If this is the end, I can take solace in knowing I did all the same for her. That I treated her the way she always wanted to be treated. And knowing that one day she will miss me. Maybe not now, maybe not anytime in the near future, but she will one day. And it won't be because she is attracted to me. It won't be because I'm a laid back guy. It won't be because I was nice, sweet and treated her better than anyone before. It won't because I know how to make her laugh or make her cry. Know the things she loves and the things she hates. It won't be because of how I made her feel when we made love. And it won't because we were so similar. It won't. It will be all of those things together that will make her realize she had everything she ever wanted and everything she needs. Like she told me. I just hope she'll know this before it's too late.


These are the things I thought about as I zoned out in a drunken haze. It had been a great night and for the first time in a while, I felt content with myself. There was nothing left to do...but go.

The drive home was a little more adventurous than the drive down. For some reason, I decided to let Christian, the drunkest person of our group, drive to the gas station. I must have figured, "Hey, it's right up the road. What could possibly happen?" Boy was I wrong. I think it was around the time Christian drove over the median turning at a light that I realized my mistake. I quickly had Christian pull over and I took control of the vehicle. It was one of the worst driving performances we had ever seen. It caused my friend Bannon to create these classic one liners:

• Christian has worse hand eye coordination than Christopher Reeve...post mordem.
• Christian hits curbs harder than Rodney King's face.
• Christian had a slower reaction time than Jack Nicholson at the end of one flew over the Cuckoo's Nest.
• Christian had worse foot control than Stephen Hawking.
• Christian's accident avoidance was worse than the captain of the Titanic.
• Watching Christian drive was like watching the battle for last place at the special olympics go cart course.
• Christian made a worse getaway drive than OJ Simpson.

And finally....

• Christian was auditioning to be the next driver for Princess Diana.

It's hard to believe someone can drive worse than Stephen Hawking...but it happened

After reaching the gas station and heckling Christian for a solid 10 minutes straight (although it continued well after), we embarked on a journey to find a 24-hour Sonic restaurant in Peabody that somebody had mentioned at the party we were at. This was also an unsuccessful venture as we drove around in circles for atleast half an hour before somebody finally thought to call the store...and found out they had closed at 2 in the morning. We missed them by about 20 minutes. We also realized that we were driving in circles because Christian kept punching Peabody, MA into the GPS. No address, just Peabody, MA. So it kept taking us to the same place. And just when we thought this night couldn't get any funnier, we drove by Bunghole Liquors. Yes, you read that correct and no, that isn't a typo. A liquor store named Bunghole Liquors. We had to turn around and go back just to confirm it was real...and then we died laughing. We had been driving for nearly an hour and were only about 10 minutes from the place we left, but once again we didn't care. Everyone was in high spirits.

You couldn't make this stuff up...or apparently you can.

I had driven for hours and after dropping Dan and Christian off at school in Boston and my friend Stan at his house in Hooksett, I found myself sitting outside my brother's girlfriend's house as they talked on the porch. It was nearly 5 in the morning, even with daylights savings time, and I was exhausted. I had done a lot of driving, a lot of walking, and a lot of reflecting...but I was happy. It had been a stressful couple of weeks, but I had found a bit of normalcy in my life again. I watched my brother's girlfriend smack him across the face and the shameful walk he took back to the car. I understood that I hadn't been the only one hurting. Each person deals with their own problems on a daily basis. People change in ways you can never understand. Promises that were always intended to be kept are broken. Even the strongest of feelings and emotions can disappear overnight. As I finally set off for home, tired and emotionally drained, after a long weekend...I couldn't help but laugh inside. I learned to not sweat the little things. Because in this ever changing world, there are few things you need more than a little love...and friendship.