Still In Play

September 30

Yo, it was hot today. Record-breaking kind of heat. No fun at all. Heather and I ventured out to get some breakfast, but then we decided we couldn't endure any further movement, so we spent the afternoon scantily clad, in the dark, watching movies. And reading, though we didn't do that in the dark. We'd planned on going to a Michael Chabon reading, but that didn't happen-- a combination of heat-induced lethargy and getting up late.

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Yesterday evening we went to Ichi's and ate his free sushi. It's going to be sad, having no more Ichi, though he seems happy to be going back to Japan. We contemplated staying and drinking his free beer and sake, but decided we wanted to have a real sit-downish-date component to the evening. So we went to Piedmont Ave. and had dinner at Ninna. My boss took me there for lunch last week; it's this weird Southeast-Asian-Italian fusion place. Like, Italian-style dishes with Thai spices, and strange combinations of things involving curries. Good, though. I actually had a steak, the first time I've had a steak in years, probably. (Actually I had a steak and grilled prawns; I'm used to prawns with the tails still on, of course, but these had heads and legs and feelers and everything left on. I put a napkin over the carcasses after I ate the edible bits, to save Heather from terminal disgust). The food was okay, though I enjoyed the lunch I had there more.

Saturday was uber-fun overall, actually. From the morning with Karen to the dinner-and-at-home-time with Heather... then we drove into the City (O Hell of Traffic!). Heather navigated, mostly by instinct, having decided that the directions we had were insufficient, or incorrect, or inelegant, or something. We got there around 10:00, when Rockwell Church was supposed to start playing; but their suck-ass opening band, King Harvest, got started an hour late. That band sucked loud.

We met up with Scott and Lynne and Greg (who moved into my old room in the Other House on Maple Street). We went downstairs to play foosball... and dramatic hijinks ensued.

It was me and Greg playing yellow, Scott and Lynne playing black. Heather was at the end, cheering us on. Scott went for a mad spinning-kick (as if you can do any other kind of kick in foosball, I know, I know), intending to drop-kick the ball into our goal. He hit the ball, which ramped up one of Greg's defenders... and flew out of the plane of the game. That's right, it achieved escape velocity.

And smashed into the fluorescent light hanging overhead.

There came a rain of glass and fire, a great white flare, the tinkle of shards, that poisonous white stuff from inside fluorescent tubes puffing into the air. Glass fell into my hair. Glass fell into the table, onto the floor. Darkness came. The bar went totally silent. Everyone looked at us. We looked, stunned, at the foosball table. I think I started giggling.

That was the end of the foosball for the night, though I remarked more than once "Dude! You are the foosball destroyer!" to Scott. Scott determined that he has forearms of death, and that he is potentially lethal in many ways-- tossing the salad, pushing the wheelbarrow, playing the xylophone. Fear the forearms of death.

The funny thing is, after the bar people got the glass all cleaned up, some other guys descended on the foosball table and took our balls, finishing out our game. We didn't even protest. We were foosball-shy.

But you know, I think that ball is still in play.

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The show was quite good. Heather lusted after the lead singer, I sang along, we danced about and had a good time. They're an amazing band. Go see 'em, if you can. Check their website (to which I linked above) for tour dates; they're doing some east coast shows in the coming months.

We got home terribly late, and slept.

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So, if anybody's gone to my links page lately, I'm sorry about that. I accidentally uploaded an old version, so there've been all kinds of links to pages that, like, don't exist anymore. It should be pretty much fixed now, though.

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Today's been pretty lethargic. I've read a bit, and I did a little re-write-tweak that Gavin Grant requested on "Annabelle's", but that's all for work. I played some Diablo, but not for very long. The day just sort of... slid away, in a haze of heat and laziness.

Sundays are like that, sometimes. And I can't have super-fun two days in a row. I'm liable to get overstimulated.