Feeds:that evening
So it's been a thoroughly weird day, and very pleasant as well. Aside from all the weirdness endemic to a Gothic Funk party, it would still be pretty far up there. Suffer me as I relate the salient points.
It started out slow, just gettin' up at five-thirty like normal, takin' a shower, gettin' bagels to eat for breakfast and lunch. Commute, work, gym, commute, write a poem about chewing on someone's hair. And then, as I come home, after I enter the building and am waiting for the elevator, I notice a dude outside looking like he's about to come in, so I do the polite thing and open the door for him. As he comes in, I notice he's carrying a sort of long leather sling -with a gun sticking out of it. Unmistakably the butt, hammer, and chambers of a revolver-style firearm. And I'm thinking, "Oh man, if I just let a murderer in the building, I am going to be so pissed." But I get in the elevator with him anyway. And I'm thinking, "That looks too long and flat to be a rifle bag, and that's definitely not a rifle butt. What kind of revolver is that long?" Looking at the other end of the sling, I see what looks like a blade, so now I'm thinking "Oh, great, a sword and a gun. Either this guy is crazy or a weapons geek. But, wait.... is the sword connected to the gun? Like some kind of crazy sword-gun?" So finally I ask him, "So, I'm curious, what's that you've got there?"
"Oh, it's a gunblade," he says and pulls it out of the sheath to show me. "I had two of them, so I'm giving this one to a buddy of mine who lives here."
Yeah.
Then I walked to the beach for the party (beach party in walking distance, yay!) bringing with me a cutting board, an onion, a knife, and some special bratwurst mustard I happened to have. It was good times, hanging out, eating grill food, talking about the ocean and music and tatoos. The party moved and became a concert, moved again and became a swimming and stargazing expedition, and moved again to Moody's, which may well be a good resteraunt, but isn't much of a bar. At some point in there I went home and brought everyone some much desired water, and also discussed with Barbara what song would be best to make everyone in the world listen to, a question that had still not been answered by the time of our arrival at Moody's Pub.
Our waitress at this Irish pub also spoke with a thick accent. A thick French accent. Will Deitz was there, and it totally wasn't awkward at all for anyone, no sir. But I predicted I could trick him into buying me a drink, and accidentally tricked him into buying all the drinks. Whoops! But eventually we all went home, which for me involved walking two blocks. Score!
Coming into the building for the third time today, I decided to take the stairs. And what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a box full of old electronics, including an original NES, sans cables, and three controllers. Score! Though they were lookin' pretty "take them if you want them"-style abandoned, I decided to give it a good amount of time before pulling them back out of the continuum and into my loving arms. After what I considered to be a reasonable interval, I went back out to claim them, and they were still there, waiting patiently for a man like me to come and sweep them away. So I did. Though I don't know if they work, of course, but then again, I don't really care. I don't feel I need to explain this.
Also there was bratwurst at the party. So, yeah, pretty awesome day.
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