Writing this on my wireless email device while sitting in a line to see
Castaway. First in line. Been here for 30 minutes and still have 60 to go.
Back hurts. Legs going numb. But I am still first, nyah nyah. Was driving
car to gas station and decided to just continue on to the theater to catch
the show. Some old dude is standing by the auditorium door of the 8:20 show
and eying us like we are freaks. I was alone for the first 20 minutes and
now 50 people are behind me. From this vantage point it is easy to people
watch. Some older high school guys are buying those 25 cent gumballs from
the machine that has that spiral little gumball slide in it. Who is the
freak now?


Last night went to Numbers and the crowd was larger than usual. Rich,
barkeep of the overlook (AKA upstairs) made me two tasty Bloody Mary
cocktails that were awesome. After the second one I had to switch to coca
cola to offset the spice. The spice must flow. And it did. Brought my new
Sony CyberShot cam with me and took lotsa artsy cool photos. Will post them
soon. Cam has a 64 MB memory stick and, through no coincidence, my new
computer has a memory stick port. Wish I’d brought the cam here to the
theater to document the heavy freak traffic. After Numbers went to the
mexican place whose name I forget off Montrose/Studemont. I had some very
well cooked Carne Asada (in an effort to avoid further trips to the toilet
while thinking about Michael Jackson). Drove home very sober at speeds
ranging from 65 to 100 MPH (I hate to wait). Bed was nice and warm and
comfy. Took a risk cleaning my enormous comforter in my washer/dryer a few
days ago but the results were awesome. It’s big, soft and warm. Like that
wampa in Empire Strikes Back… You know, the one that Han Solo slices open
with Luke’s lightsaber to keep Luke warm? Only… my comforter smells like
Snuggle fabric softner and there is no snow or Empire to mention.