Random Sunday Thoughts
This weekend was an experiment in frugality. So, rather than go to the bars, I decided (with my roommate, DA$'s help) to invite some folks over for an impromptu get down at Camp SurlySneed (my apartment's new name) whereupon we played Guitar Hero, drank cheap wine and beer...Indeed for yea I drank of the PBR, and in general had a really good time. Last night, more of the same, 'cept Crotchy McLabia's house...these are messageboard names of people I know...for you out of town readers... knitting instead of Guitar Hero, and a viewing of The Dark Crystal. (mmmmmMMMMMMMMmmmm).
The Bears win again. I didn't watch the game today as I just didn't have it in me for the anger that would more than likely take over my body annoying my roommate and cat. So, I had a nap instead and dreamt that Jude Law was my boyfriend. Best. Dream. Ever. Eat that, Bears!
This was an answer to the question "have you ever had your heart broken" as recorded in a recent survey I took:
"K, remember that Brady Bunch episode where they break "Mom's Favorite Vase" and Peter has that dream and the ball just keeps breaking the fucking vase over and over and Bobby just keeps repeating "Mom always says, don't play ball in the house" in that weird southern accent and then they glue it back together but when they put water in it, it springs like 90 leaks? Also, that vase was brown and ugly. WHY that was Carol's favorite vase still eludes me to this day."
RIP "Big Pat".
I got a call from my college ex-boyfriend Friday night. His father died. While he was a difficult man, he had a good, albeit lost, soul. He died in his sleep.
Here I will recount the Shrimp for Flight story.
Back in 1999, I flew out to New Jersey to attend my ex's brother's wedding in Elmira, NY. We were to drive from Marlton to Elmira, and all-told, the trip would have taken about 6 hours. In true LC and PS form, we were running late, and fighting. We were supposed be giving his dad a lift up there as well. By the time we were going to be ready to get on the road, we'd have 3 hours to get there in time for the rehearsal dinner. I was not happy. I hate being late, and I hated it even more when HE made me late. Anyway, we call his dad and he comes out of nowhere and says,
"I got a guy. He's got a plane. We're flying."
Um, ok.
So, we go get Big Pat in Fish Town Philadelphia, and head over to this little ho-dunk private airport situation. BP has in tow a box (think Omaha Steaks) of frozen shrimp. Yeah.
Apparently, he had made arrangements to trade the shrimp for the flight which would get us there in 45 minutes.
Have you ever flown in a Cessna? I hadn't.
And I hope I never do it again.
I sat in the co-pilot seat trying not to vomit all over everything while my ex and his dad, one box of shrimp lighter, sat in the rear of the plane smoking cigarettes and drinking beer.
Upon remembering this story on Friday, my ex said
"You turned around to look at me at one point with the biggest "I HATE you" look on your face I'd ever seen."
He thought it was hilarious.
It is now.
Then, not so much.
We arrived safely, got to the dinner on time and DROVE home with his other brother on Sunday.
God Bless.
And that's about all I got today.
The Bears win again. I didn't watch the game today as I just didn't have it in me for the anger that would more than likely take over my body annoying my roommate and cat. So, I had a nap instead and dreamt that Jude Law was my boyfriend. Best. Dream. Ever. Eat that, Bears!
This was an answer to the question "have you ever had your heart broken" as recorded in a recent survey I took:
"K, remember that Brady Bunch episode where they break "Mom's Favorite Vase" and Peter has that dream and the ball just keeps breaking the fucking vase over and over and Bobby just keeps repeating "Mom always says, don't play ball in the house" in that weird southern accent and then they glue it back together but when they put water in it, it springs like 90 leaks? Also, that vase was brown and ugly. WHY that was Carol's favorite vase still eludes me to this day."
RIP "Big Pat".
I got a call from my college ex-boyfriend Friday night. His father died. While he was a difficult man, he had a good, albeit lost, soul. He died in his sleep.
Here I will recount the Shrimp for Flight story.
Back in 1999, I flew out to New Jersey to attend my ex's brother's wedding in Elmira, NY. We were to drive from Marlton to Elmira, and all-told, the trip would have taken about 6 hours. In true LC and PS form, we were running late, and fighting. We were supposed be giving his dad a lift up there as well. By the time we were going to be ready to get on the road, we'd have 3 hours to get there in time for the rehearsal dinner. I was not happy. I hate being late, and I hated it even more when HE made me late. Anyway, we call his dad and he comes out of nowhere and says,
"I got a guy. He's got a plane. We're flying."
Um, ok.
So, we go get Big Pat in Fish Town Philadelphia, and head over to this little ho-dunk private airport situation. BP has in tow a box (think Omaha Steaks) of frozen shrimp. Yeah.
Apparently, he had made arrangements to trade the shrimp for the flight which would get us there in 45 minutes.
Have you ever flown in a Cessna? I hadn't.
And I hope I never do it again.
I sat in the co-pilot seat trying not to vomit all over everything while my ex and his dad, one box of shrimp lighter, sat in the rear of the plane smoking cigarettes and drinking beer.
Upon remembering this story on Friday, my ex said
"You turned around to look at me at one point with the biggest "I HATE you" look on your face I'd ever seen."
He thought it was hilarious.
It is now.
Then, not so much.
We arrived safely, got to the dinner on time and DROVE home with his other brother on Sunday.
God Bless.
And that's about all I got today.
posted by LC Greenwood at 6:31 PM
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