And so I begin with the past in front. Got a couple loads of laundry done this weekend. Went to the Jones family house and celebrated their young ones first birthday. Father Jones called me this morning to thank me for coming over. I asked him why he thought he should be thanking me for coming to his party. He said his little girl’s birthday party must be pretty low on the “good times list” of a fun, single, urban male. I wonder sometimes if my friends really know who I am. I was just glad to be invited to a party and hang out with people that I like for a couple hours. And I told him that. I’ll miss him if he moves to Atlanta. I’ve known father Jones for 15 plus years. Afterward I went out to the bars and tried to fulfill my friends image of me. G&T’s were the poison of the evening. I went to the local haunt and watched the Ave’s game. Afterwards, chatted it up with a couple from Kansas. Then I wandered aimlessly around town, walking past my old residence and two old girlfriends’ houses to the bar where i met Sabrina. I hate that bar. I’m not sure why I went. I think it’s cause I wanted to walk. The nippy air felt good on my cheeks. I ran into some guy their who knew me. It took me about fifteen minutes to remember who he was, and that’s only cause he started talking about snowmobiles. I was home early.
On Sunday I went out to lunch with my Mom, my brother, and Pandy (my brothers girlfriend). We went to the Greek Town Cafe. It wasn’t that good. Pete’s is better. I’ll give it another try though. My mom bought a new car and I took it around the neighborhood for a test drive. It’s nice, a Mazda, kinda like mine but newer. Then we all went over to my brothers. We watched TV and I jabbered with Jami on the phone. Pandy fixed us 15 bean soup (I didn’t know there were 15 beans either). She is a good cook, but more just a sweetheart for fixing her boyfriends moochey brother all these great dinners. We watched a program on 60 minutes, or one of those “news magazine” shows, about sextuplets. Why is it that whenever I watch nightline or 60 minutes or whatever, they are always going back to check up on these octuplets or quintuplets or whatever? It seems like these programs are just some sort of super-baby producing and tracking networks. I stayed and watched the American Music Awards too. This was so exciting to make fun of that it was hard to change the channel. The AMA’s were terribly painful in the best sort of way. It literally felt good when they were over. And it was nice to have the release. Kind of like a good shit.
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you are totally right. they are always checking on multiple birth 2 year olds.
Whoa, 15 beans? I can think of only a few – string, pole, garbanzo, lima, soy, kidney.
haha… snowmobiles.
hubs, I hope this doesn’t sound arrogant, but I think you are writing better than ever, I’m really enjoying coming back here for updates.
As for those sextuplets and what-not, I can’t attest to that 60 minutes program since I didn’t watch it, but have you ever noticed that most of these new magazines just focus on white babies? Single women in projects have multiple births all the time without getting a lifetime supply of pampers from sponsors.
Ok, I’ll get off my high horse now.
megan – what’s so funny about snowmobiles?
deb – thanks. but i don’t feel like i’ve written anything special in month’s. your horse is high but your stirrups are true. you’re absolutely right. wasps are a favorite for the news magazine shows.
lotus – actually according to Improbable Research, 15 bean soup is the most common number of beans in a soup. No soup was found with an excess of 24 beans. 3, 5 , 9, 13, 15 and 19 beans are the most common, a chart can be found here. The soup that i had, however, counted peas as beans and so the true count of bean types may arguable due to whether or not the propper definition of “bean” includes peas.
The Greek Town hasn’t been the same since Pete bought it from Teyki… especially the greek dressing…
hubs, youre such a nerd.