Daily Aggravations and Regrets
February 13. 2000. Sunday.
Lately, I never know how to start when I'm writing these things. They always sound so tired and/or stupid.
So I guess I just took care of the start.So, I'm writing now, because this is about the apex of my weekend. All the fun is over, I've just gotten out of bed, and now the bad times begin. So I thought I'd write while in this transitional stage, before I get too busy and bitter.
After work on Friday, I met Jen and James at the Old Town bar on 18th st., north of Union Square. On a side not, I think anything that calls itself "Old Town" anything should be required by law to spell "Town" as "Towne." but anyway, Jed showed up a bit later, and shortly after Matt showed as well. I only went because I was convinced by Jed and James that everyone wanted to make it an early night, and I needed a very long nap. Which I got, but it didn't start until about 5:30am.
After we left the Old Town(e), James took off back to Long Island, so Jed, Jen, and myself rode back to Brooklyn with Matt, who had his car. We eventually headed down to Great Lakes. Matt, as usual, had been posing absurd "would you rather" scenarios all night, such as "If you were sentenced to be in prison for the rest of your life, would you rather be locked in solitary for the rest of your life, or be in the general population where you'd get raped at least twice a week." This eventually mutated into a whole mess of other scenarios. Anyway, it's a typical past time. On the way out my front door, Matt asked if we'd rather have no arms or no legs. Jed and I immediately answered no legs, which seemed the obvious answer. But matt and Jen unbelievably said no arms. This was absolutely absurd. So we debated the whole way down to Great Lakes, even stopping at the Barnes and Noble to ask the "security" guy which he'd prefer. He said no arms. To which I replied "that's why he's working the Friday night shift at Barnes and Noble!" I snotty thing of me to say, but I gotta say things like that while I still can, before I start working a similar job.
Anyhow, that consumed us for a good 2 to 3 hours. We argued, and started asking strangers at the bar. I ran into two of Geoff's friends, and they both said no arms. Fools. I called PFC Kathy and asked her, and she said legs. Then she came down to join us. I kind of wanted to hang out with her, but i was a bit uncomfortable hanging out with her with a group of people. it was an odd mix at first, and it was weird to see them all in the same frame of vision, my two social worlds colliding. Especially with the weirdness of the conversation. At one point, I think Jed said something about Manute Bol and a midget. Sick. but still very funny.
Anyhow, all in all, more people said no legs. And really, what other choice is there. It's very frustrating to try to reason with these non-logical bafoons. What could you possibly do with no arms? The common answer was that you cold learn to do things with your feet. What? like My Left Foot? Why would you want to do things with your feet, when you cold still do them with your hands? there's only one thing you lose with your legs, mobility. Without your hands, you can't really do anything, except walk somewhere, where you also won't be able to do anything. And another answer to no arms was prosthetic limbs, which is also absurd. Anyway, I'm letting this consume me again, so we'll just drop it here.
So yesterday, Matt, Jed and I went over to Jen's place way downtown in Manhattan. It took us a while to get there, what with Matt driving and all. once there, we spent a good amount of time looking at some obscenely obscene emails Matt has received. All of them fit into that car-wreck category. I couldn't stop looking. I was afraid that Jen's roommate thought we were a bunch of weirdos. Which she probably did. And admittedly, if I'd walked in on the scene that she did, I'd have thought the same thing.
So... now I gots ta work. "Work" today includes a walk up to Prospect Park, where I'll sit and observe for a little article I have to write about a place. Any place. but i actually have to observe for a bit. then I gotta write up that bastard. and finish this. Which I just did. Now.
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