5:00pm Friday. The Skimmer popped his head in my office.
"Let's go get a drink."
I love a spontaneous moment. There was no fussing and mussing around. We each just threw on our shoes and headed out the door. We drove to the center of our little town and decided to go to a newly renovated little restaurant that has a comfortable, dimly-lit bar.
We ordered our drinks and sat there quietly for a few minutes.
"Do you know what I think about when I wake up in the middle of the night, start to worry and can't get back to sleep?"
"I make a lists. Best movies. Worst movies. Best movie stars. Worst movie stars. Who the most beautiful women in the world are."
"Yes. You're right. Way too tall. What are you talking about?"
"Tall is overrated. I'm going to start a movement! Scarlet?"
"Am I in there anywhere?"
"Yeah, you're in there."
"Good answer. How 'bout dead? Marilyn Monroe."
"Oh yeah, Marilyn Monroe. Audrey Hepburn. Jane Mansfield. Yeah, Jane Mansfield. In her day she was really something."
"Well, that's a great list. This has been an interesting discussion. Do you know what I think about when I wake up in the middle of the night all worried and can't go back to sleep?"
"What? Halle Berry and Charlize Theron?"
"Yeah. How'd you know? Shut up. I think about pulling into my Grandma's driveway after driving for hours and hours. Getting there in the middle of the night. And what the dewy grass felt like under my bare feet as I ran to her door! Do you see the difference here? Do you?"
"Well, yours is kind of boring!"
"No, it's not. It's special."
And then we moved on to discussions of Adam Smith's Absolute Advantage economic theory, and how it was superseded by the comparative advantage approach. Value pluralism and various other philosophies relating to mathematics and the social sciences. Oh. And Qualia. Can't forget Qualia. Ending our happy, relaxing hour over coffee with a healthy debate of what DVD we should rent on the way home. Sex and the City, Season Four or Borat.
Going by what I've read these last two years, I know what I'm about to post is not at all cool with most liberal bloggers. It's like the equivalent of me saying I actually like U2 or Friends, or, ahem, Dances with Wolves.
Can someone please tell me what is wrong with Dances with Wolves? I know it beat Goodfellas, but so what. I loved Goodfellas. One of my favorite movies of all time. Loved it. It's right up my alley. But, get over it already. Can't you at least appreciate the way Kevin Costner looks, for crying out loud? Geez. You're all so deep all the time.
And not that I'm accusing anyone of being jealous of Elton John. Actually, I'm going to accuse myself of being a tad jealous of his drummer, Nigel. I just got my hair cut and I long for his bang length. My stylist was a little scissor happy and I fear I look a tad more like Elton here. But, I'm not shallow!
Everything's not all about looks for me. Bangs grow. Geez.
But, look how Nigel looks from the back in those jeans. Oh, never mind...
I have very poor reading comprehension skills. Adorable Girlfriend put her answers to the Blue Girl Handy Dandy Win Your Very Own Full Frito MugFeaturing Blue Girl at +.0001 On The Frito Signal Units Scale contest in wiseguy, written form...
Blue Girl will be blogging... Then she began to sing about the earth shaking under her feet for at
least a full second because well, she's Blue Girl and she's got a tune
...and it didn't even register! Thank goodness I have her to set me straight.
And get this, AG. You beat Pinko Punko, who was Teh Winner before you showed up this morning. Oh the fun you will have with that.
Congratulations, AG! I will order your Full Frito Mug Featuring Blue Girl at .0001 today! I'll also find and redirect that old email from Teh Bake-Off. C'mon now, it's only been two months! Not bad.
Sorry billy pilgrim, Kevin and PP. Better luck next time.
~•~•~ Got a lot done on The Blue Girl Wall of Fame last weekend. I'm about 75% there. If you don't see yours, don't panic! Don't! I still have plenty to do. Yes, Bossy. The lamp is still there. C'mon, now! It's only been a year.
Ever wake up in a really happy mood? That's what I did today. Just thought you'd like to know. Happy is a timebomb. Spark.
4. ...When life gives you lemons make rocketships. Go boom.
6. School Days plays Stanley Clarke whippin' on the bass and I'm so baked I can
feel God brush back the hair on my face and the roots of the pines crawl to my
car and climb over the roof and down the hood and back up the windshield where
these roots, these roots twist into celtic knots and pentagrams and I close my
hot swollen eyes and wait for the witches to come and reach into my 64 Galaxie
XL 500 with the 427 cubic inches of I'm a Man not B-O-Y arousal like a
rocket to Rhonda who I could use right now those Rhondas and on this July night
there is the heat lightning flashbulbing the dusk, glowing Mica Peak and
freezing the sky and fuck if those witches don't slither into the floorboards
and moan and hiss and let me know in no uncertain terms that I'm intergalactic,
10. ...May scythes the moon. Blades of sugar, blades of June.
11. ...It is a painful beauty this ballet of
I'm so glad he's back. I love his words. As his commenter Carla said: :::bliss:::