As many already know
... they are painting my house plum red. plum red is code for dark purple:
Purple is a fairly dominant color in my life and I am all for a purple house. But, I was hoping a little more vibrant shade. This just seems mopey, and potentially very hot. Some of my neighbors have already complained that it makes the alcove our bathrooms all share dark and gloomy.
That said, I am v. excited about storm windows and in-house laundry. oh, and a
new roommate!
Over the past few weeks i have a couple of midday runins with the same intoxicated man. Let's call him "Jim." Let's call him that mostly because I can't remember his actual name. The first time I met Jim it was just after he got into a nasty fight with those "big ducks" they have down in the pond by the zoo. I have taken this to mean either the still-migrating Canada Geese or those big plastic swan-shaped paddleboats you can rent out on summer afternoons. I sincerely hope its the latter.
This time Jim muttered something about a lingerie model and asking if my name was still "Joe Bob." When i said it wasn't, he borrowed a pen and started to write my name across his knuckles like a prison tattoo. Only stopping when realizing that he didn't want to look dirty for his date with the lingerie model. We did some collaborative poetry, each supplying every other word and punctuation. Jim's contribution underlined below:
What in the
Why are
these Days
so long
,
let's
get out
of here
.
He warned me against getting "faggy" on him when I added "let's."
Our private poetry slam ended abruptly when he sprayed Lysol Disinfectant from an aerosol he found under each of his arms and told me that he had to "go pick up a whore." "at this hour?" "I'm always ready," he replied.
Jim pointed at me, said "you owe me one," and left.
I actually sort of look forward to these encounters.
this is more or less how I get to work
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Except that I stop in at
Four Friends, and then cross the pedestrian bridge at the end of Lyon and ride through Ah-Nab-Awan Park. This is a little more pleasant than my old commute. Mostly because the column facade of the old Civic Auditorium is one of my favorite parts of the city and i get to ride through the park. I will miss the
Blue Bridge, though.
the return of yuppie lunches.
Tuesday. on the way to my first day at my new job, I listened to a voicemail from
Anthony (pictured above) that informed me I could no longer organize the "yuppie lunches" that he and I and others used to take while on our downtown summer jobs (also pictured above). The irony was dead, he alluded, now that I actually am in fact a yuppie.
Nuts to that.
I have an hour of allotted break time to fill DAILY (except for today, i forgot to take a lunch today) and will be in desperate need of some lunchtime companionship. So, if you live and/or work in the near-westside or downtown area and would like to join me for lunch somewhere please let me know when i can schedule you in for a power lunch. We could take a meeting.
Also, happy hour. I mean to get really into happy hour.
