Thursday, November 13, 2008

Ketchup

I do not like the condiment ketchup, we’re not friends. I’m also not fond of catsup. I know that this, along with my complete ambivalence towards football, makes me somehow un-American. It astounded my former roommate Raf to the point of him stating, “you’re the only white boy I know who doesn’t like ketchup.” I was astounded by his ability to lure fifteen-year-old girls into his skeezy clutches.

Anywho, some things that have happened since we last spoke:

America got all kinds of better (California somehow took a giant step backwards – I’m looking at you Orange County).

In trying to write lyrics to a song, I realized I was re-writing “From A Whisper To A Scream”.

I taught Kickers the joys of the Eskimo Kiss. Or is it Inuit kissing? Whatever, he digs rubbing noses.

I had an almost perfect Seattle moment when waiting for a bus in some unincorporated part of the city, in the rain, Modest Mouse came on the headphones.

I saw the latest Bond girl naked. Okay, that one’s a lie. It was Chuck Hunt I saw naked.

I went to see a show that had a couple former cast mates performing their brains out. The director asked if I would come do her next show, and I said sure. She then sheepishly asked if I would consider doing it in drag and I quickly realized she didn’t know me that well.

I had a quick flashback to my bachelor party where the stripper made me wear her dress – and no one was surprised.

I realized that despite my best efforts, I might be growing up. A possible and serious life change did not throw me for a loop. I took a deep breath and said, “Okay, we’ll make it happen.”

I let loose that deep breath in relief when that possible and serious life change turned out to be nothing.

I annoyed my friends showing them how friggin sexy my new iPhone is. Seriously, that thing’s gotta lightsaber.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Today Is A Good Day

Emotional, tongue tied, proud.