i. I worked a half day today. I always do on this day, and I rather like it. Most people are out of the office, the markets are slow, and it’s a chance to get things done and enjoy some relative quiet in a place where that just doesn’t ever happen otherwise.
ii. We keep discovering gifts left by the people we bought the house from 3.5 years ago. The latest is a furnace full of sawdust due to the guy’s unventilated basement wood shop. It’s cool, though. A new furnace is exactly what I wanted for Christmas, and my birthday, Easter, and Memorial Day, too. Very thoughtful.
iii. Relatedly, we’re out of firewood. More is coming tomorrow, being delivered by a guy whom I believe is gouging us, but whatever. I’d rather pay twice the going rate than buy it from the local dude who still proudly flies a McCain-Palin banner over his garage and has P*ckers posters in the window. In fact, I’d actually rather freeze to death than patronize him.
iv. Thanksgiving was lovely, in spite of living out the twin clichés of being the IT guy asked to “fix” the computer and overhearing a lot of uninformed political talk. The only bummer, and it’s a big one, was observing the effects of entropy on a 99.5-year-old brain. Grandpa’s still here, except he’s not.
v. Some old friends are in from out of town and we’re meeting them for dinner. He said he wanted a divey Italian restaurant, the kind with checkered tablecloths and chianti bottles wrapped in twine. Elmwood Park is full of those places. When I called for a reservation, the girl who answered sounded just like Adriana from The Sopranos. Bada bing!
This blue line train originates in the near western suburbs and heads straight east into the Loop. From there it takes a 135° left turn and goes northwest to O’Hare. All the signage on this train says I’m going to the airport, like a river that don’t know where it’s flowin’.
No one cares about your dreams (and that’s a sad clause, isn’t it?) but I skipped Saturday golf because November and went to London instead. Got lost in ancient catacombs under a luxury mall and then met David Bowie at a pub. He told me to “be a good soul” and I felt sad I couldn’t post a pic of us to tumblr because I knew it was only just a dream.
The company holiday party is tomorrow. It has a theme: 80s Prom. Seriously. I actually went to proms in the 80s and it’s not something I need to relive. They usually have a big name band, plus open bar, so we’ll go. I’m also curious about who dates/marries these thorns without the rose. I’ll be careful of them in the dark.
To those of you (Steve, and now David) taunting me about the momentous occasion of Mayerbag opening his askhole tonight, I ask you: is not his entire catalog a deep examination of the contents of his askhole? Haven’t I been tortured enough? Twice as much ain’t twice as good.
It’s going down to 20-something degrees tonight and won’t be above freezing again until Monday. Not helping. Too soon. Weekends are sacred to me again and this is no kind of weekend at all. 11.5 years until my life in the desert and the warm smell of colitas rising up through the air.
- Yet Another Thing I Hate About Winter: chapped lips. On me, the inflammation makes it look like I’m wearing coral lipstick. I’m a green contact lens away from the Scary Monsters cover painting. Though at least now I know why the girl from accounting(?) was smiling at me. There are not a lot of drag queens in our business.
- I took a “half day” today, which means I worked only 7 hours from 6:30-1:30.
- Four days after I bought my new Chromebook, that model was pulled from the shelves because the charger is a fire hazard. Imagine the fun if that fucker burned my office down. (I have.)
- Andy Kaufman: still dead, and just as funny today as he was in his prime.
- ROAD TRIP. T-1.5 hours or so.* Beer and food and hockey, oh my.
* the usual crack security apparatus will be here so don’t get any ideas, bad guys.