sprinting
.My original idea was to do an entry called "my life in text messages." There are too many.
.503#########: you going out tonight?
me: maybe. who is this?
503#########: dan and i are thinking of going to berbatis if you want to meet us there
me: who?
503#########: dan and i
me: do you have a name?
503#########: we met last night. jk we went to middle school together at ridgefield
me: I didn't go to ridgefield middle school
503#########: oh, jeff b___ swore we knew each other. do you remember jeff?
**jeff bjur and I went to high school together. he was two years older and played clarinet next to me in band. he routinely read and quoted vulgar george carlin books and ate oranges in the middle of band, leaving the rind in his clarinet case. he once accidentally stepped on the back of my shoe and then leaned forward to whisper in my ear...
'that's 250 pounds of looooooove'
.wore a $15 cocktail dress to volunteer at a $250/plate fundraiser. men in tuxes wouldn't look at me. women couldn't even remember if they'd been to the same event the previous year because they 'go to so many of these things.' An hour later I walked across the street to Pioneer Courthouse Square where I watched a man preach-yell at a gaggle of angry teenagers. In the span of a block I was asked for change twice, complimented on my dress, and told I was beautiful - all by complete strangers.
.sing-along friday night at muddy waters, followed by closing down branx with lots of sweaty dancing, followed by kissing...
.a###: "ever been on a date with a girl?"
me: "nope."
a###: "then I think you need a first"
.if you ever want to feel like a celebrity, go on a date with a hot girl. an aussie couple on holiday sitting across the bar from us asked if they could take our picture. because we look cool. and they want to show the folks back home. we shut down life of rileys and the last three males in the bar before close decided it would be appropriate for them to come sit at our booth with us. in the middle of a moment. wtf?
.TAME
.503#########: you going out tonight?
me: maybe. who is this?
503#########: dan and i are thinking of going to berbatis if you want to meet us there
me: who?
503#########: dan and i
me: do you have a name?
503#########: we met last night. jk we went to middle school together at ridgefield
me: I didn't go to ridgefield middle school
503#########: oh, jeff b___ swore we knew each other. do you remember jeff?
**jeff bjur and I went to high school together. he was two years older and played clarinet next to me in band. he routinely read and quoted vulgar george carlin books and ate oranges in the middle of band, leaving the rind in his clarinet case. he once accidentally stepped on the back of my shoe and then leaned forward to whisper in my ear...
'that's 250 pounds of looooooove'
.wore a $15 cocktail dress to volunteer at a $250/plate fundraiser. men in tuxes wouldn't look at me. women couldn't even remember if they'd been to the same event the previous year because they 'go to so many of these things.' An hour later I walked across the street to Pioneer Courthouse Square where I watched a man preach-yell at a gaggle of angry teenagers. In the span of a block I was asked for change twice, complimented on my dress, and told I was beautiful - all by complete strangers.
.sing-along friday night at muddy waters, followed by closing down branx with lots of sweaty dancing, followed by kissing...
.a###: "ever been on a date with a girl?"
me: "nope."
a###: "then I think you need a first"
.if you ever want to feel like a celebrity, go on a date with a hot girl. an aussie couple on holiday sitting across the bar from us asked if they could take our picture. because we look cool. and they want to show the folks back home. we shut down life of rileys and the last three males in the bar before close decided it would be appropriate for them to come sit at our booth with us. in the middle of a moment. wtf?
.TAME