I met my parents after work for dinner at Jackalopes.We had a very nice conversation and then went our separate ways.
James and I went to Manifest because I decided that I wanted to buy a few CDs.I shopped for a bit then when I was done I told James that I would wait for him near the check out.(NOTE: the place was gonna close in 5 minutes)We listened to Beck’s Guero, one of my purchase’s on the way back to Martha Washington.We agreed to meet at 10pm to go out for drinks.My 8am class was canceled for Monday, so I don’t have to be any where till noon o’clock.
I went though my CDs till it was time to drink.I was trying to figure out what had cases and what did not.This was a post Casa De Fuego task that I have put off for 3+ years.I have more CDs then I had thought.Oddly enough James and I talked about all the music that I did not have, but should have, while we drank.
Today I bought the Beck CD, DJ Format’s “A RIGHT earful”, and the sound track to Office Space.
Last heard from James: a little jealousy can go a long way.
Yesterday I drove from Charlotte NC, to Baltimore MD, to see Big G and Emily (his lady friend). The drive was easy, but no one should be alone in a car for that long. About 5 hours into my trip I realized that I would be hitting DC right at rush hour. I went through all five stages of grief in the next 45 minutes leading up to the traffic.
Acceptance hit just in time for the traffic on HWY 95 to come to a snail's crawl. I settled in for the long haul and stared at the bumper sticker on the silver Mazda Protege in front of me. The sticker read like this:
Stop the BU__ SH__
I took this as a double meaning of stop the bullshit and stop the BUSH. I took the bumper sticker a step further and tried to fill in the blanks to make other words. "Stop the BUsy SHoe", "Stop the BUtt SHip", "Stop the BUst SHow", you get the idea. Once I could not come up with any more words I tried every permutation. So during the 5 o'clock hour that after noon I traded in my ADD for OCD. The hypnotic spell was broken when Big G called me to check on my progress. I could not tell him where I was because I had not paid attention to anything else around me. He asked me if I had past the Potomac River yet and I could only say maybe. I hung up then about 5 mintues later I was over the Potomac. I think I would have noticed it even if Big G had not called.
NOTE: If I open a neighborhood bar I'm gonna call it THE BUSY SHOE. If I open a gay bar I'm gonna call it THE BUTT SHIP. In either case Tom Jones' "Sex Bomb" will be played every two hours.
