watching expired appliances align

sweaty guy w/ bottle opener

so i'm the guy with the bottle opener. that fact became clear to me this evening. my friend held a birthday party and everyone brought beer. some of us picked up fancied up bottles of beer that can't just be twisted off. and i was the only person out of 30 who had a bottle opener. what a chore! but what a great way to meet people?

i've had the same plastic key chain bottle opener since the fall of '92. it was a promo item my freshman year of college - a gift from the radio station. the college radio station that was my home away from the dorm rooms for so many nights. the radio station where i met so many great people (some of whom were at the party tonight).

conversation veered from working out to the superfriends to marriage to grilling techniques. it really was a swell evening. and not as drunken last night.

last night was the drunkest i've been in ages. lots of stumbling home and consuming as much water as possible. and! get this! i was in bed before midnight! a rare, rare thing!

i just had an orange freezer stick thing (referred to earlier by their proper name).

tuesday i ordered a few plants on-line. i'm an addict, i think. i'll have to reconfigure the space by the windows in order to get all the plants where they need to be. proper light and all.

this is not a question

it's wednesday night and i'm still regretting how i spent my weekend. a total blur of a weekend. watched a baseball game saturday. the team i was rooting for lost. it sorta' rained. i didn't make it to the gym. and to top it all off? ehh, nevermind.

on a lighter, even less interesting note - i used a different shampoo brand this morning and it changed my day. well, it didn't totally change my day, but i kept smelling my hair and thinking to myself "my hair smells friendly and happy today." after three hours i finally figured out the reason (the shampoo). but it made my hair stand out a bit more (too frizzy?). but that's no big deal. i'm not trying to impress anyone. well, maybe i am. there were some fun verbal joustings at the copy machine, but it didn't go on for long.

what else is on my list of topics for today? reading. too many books. so many subjects. and articles and topics of varying lengths.

did i ever tell you that in 7th grade i won the best 50s costume at one of the middle school dances? i think it was the slicked back hair and "d.a." that put me over the top.

sunburned

i sunburned the shit out of my feet yesterday at coney island. it's probably not the right thing to do, but right now i'm typing while paper towels dipped in cold water lay around my ankles. okay - there's the truth. i sunburned the shit out of my ankles and not my feet. i used lotion on them, i swear. and i still think i'm going to try to go back to coney island next weekend. i have to. it's so relaxing there. sitting on a martha stewart towel. watching everyone. reading a book. having a hot dog from nathan's.

didn't watch basketball tonight. i think that aspect of my life is past. does that mean i can be more creative now?

this getting sunburned stuff really sucks. i wore socks and shoes today and don't know how i did it.

somehow this past weekend just disappeared. i didn't send any email. i didn't clean anything. i went to coney island and burned my ankles. last night i saw some comedy at ps 122. then had a hamburger and a beer with some friends. a quick cab ride to brooklyn and all was right with the world.

and this coming week? who will i think about? why can't i stop thinking about...

60

i just watched 30 minutes of professional basketball. i have no idea how it happened. and it was exciting! i'm totally baffled. the game was exciting and i coudn't stop watching. a totally rare, rare moment for me.

and wednesday is over. thursday is here and that means it's a bill paying day.

i got an email earlier today that mentioned roaches and insects and seeing them on the streets. and then one crossed my path on the way home - as if it had just crawled from the subway. and i think it was big enough to derail a subway train. seeing the roach made me want to race home and clean all the cabinets and floors.

but now i've forgotten about cleaning - i got swept up in basketball.

tomorrow night will have to be a night of reading. those books from the library are still around and they need to be read.

basketball has made me boring.

tv/decisions/creativity

was tonight a repeat of last night? no shelf unit built. watched showtime instead of hbo. "the chris isaak show" is the best show on tv that you're not watching. (sometimes it's good to sound like a tv guide cover)

and it's amazing what brushing your teeth and cleansing your face will do for your attitude. i was tired right after watching "varsity blues" but now i'm awake and ready to tackle (sorry, it was a football movie) the evening.

while brushing my teeth i started thinking about how i sometimes don't follow through on projects or things i start. and i feel like i'm not following through on my relationship that just ended. what else could i have said? what else could i have done? it was a strange situation, and i knew the risks, and i still got involved. and it turned out like predicted. only i wanted it to turn out happy. living in the suburbs. with a wife. kids. a house. maybe a dartboard in the basement. and a big bay window.

i could have gone to the red sox/yankees game tonight. i passed because i wasn't in the mood and the tickets were too expensive. is now the right time to fill my head with thoughts about how the decision making process works?

at saturday night's party i found myself deep into a conversation about creativity. i'd just climbed five flights of stairs, my brain thinking thoughts of tweezer, looking for a lighter so i could light yet another of the cigarettes i had that night. i don't think i was ready for a conversation about how "everything we do involves creativity." i sort of plodded my way through that conversation until the group conversation turned to the subject of previous parties where everyone got naked and ran through the streets of chicago. is that creative, or just silly?