I am in full-blown hermit mode. I managed to not leave my apartment yesterday save using the secret door to head upstairs and hang out with me new neighbor. He appears to be a good man with some good taste in music and good conversational skills. And he's generous as hell. I was introduced to the beauty known as HDTV (it really is an amazing difference), TiVO (I got to watch Wilco at a Farm Aid concert that aired a few days ago), discovered that HBO is merely a knock away, (Hello, new season of The Sopranos you beautiful, beautiful thing!), and got to eat some tatertots: a delicacy I have not had the pleasure of consuming for approximately 20 years.
Walking to work t'weren't that bad. I had a mug of Green Mountain coffee, NPR on my walkman (seriously...it's still a walkman), and Yaktrax on my feet--a godsend as this morning when I left for work the world was coated in a significant amount of ice. I'm tired though someone wise told me that the rigorousness of moving paired with the amount of slacking off time I've been enjoying will inevitably lead to exhaustion. I really do like waking up to sunlight, but the adjustment from cavernous tomb-like bedroom to brightly lit sunshiney bedroom has been rough. Especially after a particularly interesting Mardi Gras Fat Tuesday night in Douglas, Michigan. Beads were pillaged, sage advice was given ("You should completely be sleeping around right now. I mean, that's what your 30s should be all about." and "The only way you're going to get laid is if you lower your standards."), the Mystic Krew kicked some float butt and pulled out yet another win, and a verbal war took place between a hipster and a trust fund baby. And to top it all off someone turned 30. All in all, it was quite a night considering we were all going to go home early. Yeah. Sure.
You know, people used to make fun of me for quoting the timely film "Reality Bites" whenever someone wanted to order a pizza from Dominos. Screw you, guys: "The owner of Dominos supports Operation Rescue." No abortion? No don't-have-a-baby-pills? NO PORN?!? It also claims to have the largest crucifix in the nation at 65 feet. The legalities are all going to have to be sorted out, but I'll be interested to watch what happens. If someone wants to plunk down $250 million dollars and start their own freakish cult-like town, more power to them. It's interesting to watch states wake up and remember that they get to make some rules. God Bless America. Oh, and I'm currently looking for backers to create my own version of Ave Maria. Anyone see Sin City?
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