Sunday, September 21, 2008
Lazy Sunday
Last night we went to an all-you-can-drink fundraiser, which was of course a terrible mistake. After spending a couple of hours drinking generic-brand vodka drinks and discovering there was for some reason artfully-framed pornography in the men's restroom, we ended up in Walgreen's buying Giant Chewy Nerds and Marlboro Lights. Then I got into scuffles with 1) a homeless man who was angered by my lack of change and 2) a stranger in a bar who unaccountably wanted to fight over whether Obama will really bring change. These two gentlemen should definitely get together.
Now I'm just doing my typical Sunday things like doing laundry, cleaning the house so as not to be embarrassed in front of my cleaning lady tomorrow, and wondering what the hell happened to my weekend. Oh, and I'm struggling to finish Middlemarch, like any typical red-blooded male. I may watch the Cubs game later, but since they clinched yesterday I imagine I won't recognize a single one of the players today. Oh, and I'll likely worship, so I can get good and pissed off for the week. Apparently I feel the world is very interested in my schedule for the day.
God, I need to get more interesting, if only so I have more to blog about. Maybe I'll develop a drug problem.
Last night we went to an all-you-can-drink fundraiser, which was of course a terrible mistake. After spending a couple of hours drinking generic-brand vodka drinks and discovering there was for some reason artfully-framed pornography in the men's restroom, we ended up in Walgreen's buying Giant Chewy Nerds and Marlboro Lights. Then I got into scuffles with 1) a homeless man who was angered by my lack of change and 2) a stranger in a bar who unaccountably wanted to fight over whether Obama will really bring change. These two gentlemen should definitely get together.
Now I'm just doing my typical Sunday things like doing laundry, cleaning the house so as not to be embarrassed in front of my cleaning lady tomorrow, and wondering what the hell happened to my weekend. Oh, and I'm struggling to finish Middlemarch, like any typical red-blooded male. I may watch the Cubs game later, but since they clinched yesterday I imagine I won't recognize a single one of the players today. Oh, and I'll likely worship, so I can get good and pissed off for the week. Apparently I feel the world is very interested in my schedule for the day.
God, I need to get more interesting, if only so I have more to blog about. Maybe I'll develop a drug problem.
