Did you ever have one of those days where every little thing just fell into place? Friday was like that for me. I got to my car fifteen minutes after I should have moved it for street cleaning. No ticket. I climbed in and rolled the windows down. It was February, but it was balmy; the air tasted good. I was on my way to lunch with a new friend, one of those people you keep meaning to make time for. Every light was green; pedestrians waited for me to pass before they tried to cross; there was a legal parking space right in front of the cafe. I had a tuna sandwich with coconut, and seaweed, and a mild vinagrette; the ice water was particularly crisp. My friend and I talked about small, good things; we sat on the back patio where flowers were in bloom. And as I was driving home,Groovin came on the radio. If I’d had some good chocolate in the glove compartment, I probably could’ve ascended.
Scenario: Young woman in her twenties is talking on her cell phone at the back of the bus. She is well dressed; she is alone.
Just call up, double your hours
You aint even got to fill something out, they should have you on file
Just go in and talk to Jorge
Yeah, do it. It’s easy
I gotta go to work, then I gotta go the DMV
‘Cause I didn’t go in yesterday. I wasted yesterday with your sorry ass
I got an appointment at 2:50. Ain’t no telling what time I get outta there
‘Cause you ain’ gonna go
I know you say you will, but you ain’t
You just running down my battery
Cause I know you ain’ gonna go, so you wastin your breath
You need someone to hold your hand.
You like a little boy
Why you always asking me who I’m with? Why I gotta be with somebody?
No, I’m not
No. I’m not
OK, if you feel the need to talk to me, then you can call
About a year ago, Bryan and I started walking all the streets of the city together. Last night we stepped around some wet cement. Someone had scratched antelope on its surface. And that’s, you know, a good reminder to us all.
I’ve been spending way too much time on eBay in search of fun vintage things for the wedding. Every once in awhile I come across stuff that’s of no use to me, but is great nonetheless. I look like a corpse in tan, but could you just eat this silk-lined, cashmere dress? Or how about this firecracker of a dress sweater? And finally, if you’re looking for a wedding dress for under $3,000 and sans glitter applique, observe this simple silk Ralph Lauren number. If you buy it, send me a note, girl. We’ll talk shoes.
A friend of ours just got a car; it is yellow and zippy. We drove along the coast, tried to think of a name for the car, and ended up out at the pet cemetery in the Presidio. I’d never been before, and the place is an odd mixture of pathos and hilarity. Best pet name goes to a fish called Macaroni Heart. Rest in peace, little buddy.
Evan has taken a lot of shit over the years for keeping Blogger alive on his own after the original Pyras had, quite reasonably, given up hope. In fact, he’s still taking some shit from people who really should have risen above by now. I’d just like to take this opportunity to say thanks, Ev. You done good. No matter how nasty things got, you were right to keep going. I owe a lot to Blogger, and I’m glad you didn’t let it die. Here’s to regular paychecks, paid vacation, and all the bandwidth your little heart desires. Wishing you and yours a long and healthy corporate life in your new partnership with Google.
Just posted a new something up at The Morning News. Please go read “Life Lessons in Literature.”