Four Twenty
It’s looking like it’ll be a slow night. I bought some beer and got the cats high. Hey, it’s four twenty, right? I don’t get high, but that doesn’t mean the cats can’t enjoy the unofficial holiday. It was actually quite amusing watching the cats go nuts over the half lion half fish filled with cat nip. It’s been a while.
The (boring) story of the lost phone (feel free to skim you fictitious reader)
Yeah, so I lost my phone and this is the story of it. As all good lost phone stories should go (or are they the worse ones?) it begins with getting a little too drunk. So I was at a bar to see Coin (the worst band ever, check ‘em out) and GRRRRRRRRRopolis (the drummer is a sexy Englishmen) and was indulging in the fine seasonal brew, Oberon (a nice wheat). Well, I made a call toward the end of the evening to find out where (the hell) somebody had gone. To date, that was the last contact I had with my phone. I believe I set my phone down on the table, paid my tab and directly left (did not pass GO). Who knows what actually happened though. Apparently when leaving the bar I went to my car for something…I have no idea what. I bit fuzzy. ANYWAY. The next day, after turning cars and apartments upside-down, I call the bar to see if they have it. When all is said and done, nobody has seen or heard from my phone. Very disappointing. It was a pretty new…with all sorts of nifty cameras on it. Very cool. I’m not as cool anymore. I opted to activate my brothers old phone (which is the same model I was happy with and lost over a year ago). So I’m perfectly happy with my new (old) phone!
But who doesn’t turn in a lousy phone?! Grrr… I still hope it will turn up in a drawer I haven’t opened in 3 years. (David Blaine, where are you?)
What all this really means is I need to get a number from anybody who would want me to call them (ever) again.
I’ve been working out again. Yay. Liz convinced me to buy a (discounted) membership at the gym in the same place I have class. The convenience is torture. There is a perfect 2 hour break between classes a couple times a week, and I can always stay after to get in my cardio. And I thought having the gym at the clubhouse about ¼ mile from the apartment was too good to be true. The program is going well though. I’ve been on a half-hour cardio program for the past couple of weeks. I hear myself actually saying, “hey hun, are you going to meet me at the gym during break today?”.
What’s the deal with that? I liken it to a rock on the slope of a hill. It would really like to role down that hill toward where all the other rocks are (where he wants to be). However, it just needs that little bit of activation energy to get ‘a goin’. Well, my activation energy has been applied and right now I’m going down that slope! I am weary of mud to stick me up again though.
De-troit---Bask-et-ball ! My favorite drinking buddies are in the play-offs again. I hope they have a good run so I can have a good run too!
The Catholic Church just ended Limbo. Who does that?
The cats are exhausted and eating Fritos with cheese dip while watching the same Family Guy episode on repeat. Oh my God…it’s actually the same scene on repeat…and it’s actually just the punch line! They laugh every 15 seconds. Those darn manatees can be very clever.