Feeds:Eighth Sunday after Pentecost
So I am working on catching up to the present in PHP-ing the posts, but I have stuff I want to write before I will catch up, so here is another one for me to convert. One of the main things I wanted to write is that I am PHP-ing old posts, so the archive may be a bit wonky for a while.
In other news, whatever happened with that party I was going to crash? Well, Brian and I played Go (not that he taught me how first or anything), which led to me leaving later than I intended. Then I wrote down the address wrong. I am not completely sure how I did that, since the street I wrote down, while incorrect, existed a few blocks away from the actual address, leading me to not realize my error for some time. As luck would have it, I actually stumbled upon another party, and managed to crash that one instead. As it was getting late, however, it soon began to clear out, and I went home to sleep on the couch.
The rest of the week went roughly as follows. At church, I met the rector, and also some young women who I arranged to meet up with at the Monday night contra dance. On Monday, Brian and I retrieved my bed, and due to his strong but inexplicable desire to hang out in Hyde Park I missed the dance and instead pulled a Rage-to-Falcon with him and Jamie, where I bet him six dollars that I could win a Pulitzer. I do not know what you win the Pulitzer for, though, so I may not win this bet. On Tuesday, fuelled by my five tall glasses of Mercury Cafe iced tea in the afternoon, Brian and I went to the new Harry Potter movie, which would have been incomprehensible without knowledge of the book. Wednesday I attempted to fix Laurie's computer and concluded that it was probably overheating. Then I went out to dinner with Stan and Alice at Cedars, and had good conversation and food.
Wednesday was the night of a huge thunderstorm, and it started up just as I got on my bike downtown. Soon it was a downpour, and by the time I got home, I was soaked through my socks. My shoes and jeans did not dry out for a day and a half. Brian decides that the best time to ask me if I want to go back into the downpour is after I have stripped off my sodden clothes and dried off somewhat, to which I said, the first time, that he should have asked earlier, and subsequent times in a somewhat, I must confess, surly manner. Due to my last clean clothes having been soaked, I essentially went to work the next day in pyjamas; that is, shorts, flip-flops, and a T-shirt instead of jeans, loafers, and a tie. Friday I had gelato with Ruthie to celebrate her achievement of the interview stage of the application process for a full-time schoolyear position at the Lab School.
"He was drunk and exhausted and he was critically acclaimed and respected." At some point, I stole The Hold Steady's Boys and Girls in America from Brian, and I have been listening to it a lot ever since.
So, Friday night. I had been planning to go see J+J+J at the Double Door (which is within walking distance - awesome) with a bunch of people. Many of them ended up having other plans, however, so it was down to Jamie, Geoff, and myself. Shortly after, Geoff quite graciously dropped out of the expedition, and Jamie made plans to just stay on the couch rather than return all the way to Hyde Park alone.
As I walked (oh, so nice to walk) to the Double Door, Jamie calls and says that Nancy signed on at the last minute and that they will be a bit late. I was not worried, as Jamie has a knack, or possibly a curse, that ensures she will always arrive two songs away from the end of the set of the band she came to see. Sure enough, after most of a fantastic set by Aleks and the Drummer (hot Polish warbling over keyboard and drums!) had passed, they arrived. One rock-out set to J+J+J and one half-set of boredom from the headlining Arks later, we headed out. As Nancy and Jamie were now planning to head downtown, pick up a Harry Potter at the Borders midnight party, and head home, I accompanied them to the Loop via Blue Line shuttle. Borders, however, was far from welcoming to us latecomers, and so it was while debating the merits of mugging someone for their book that we hit on a new plan: my goal of many years, breaking into the Art Institute dorms. And let me tell you, they had nice dorms. We met some nice RA's, toured a couple rooms, and put some consideration towards just camping in an empty room for the night. We did not though, and the girls went home on the last number six. I decided to walk up and catch the sixty-six. Along the way, distracted by hunger, I wandered into a Walgreens, where the cashier's very convincing salespitch led me to buy a copy of The Deathly Hallows in addition to my turkey sandwich. She seemed to find it hilarious that people waited in line at bookstores when they could have just gone to an omnipresent drugstore. I called the bookless Nancy and told her the good news, came home, and fell asleep.
Then I read the book. Then I fell asleep again and had dreams about teaching.
And then I wrote this terribly long post. I am sorry.
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