Stroke my ego like a well-fed kitten
I rode my bike down the Arguello hill with its view of Alcatraz and arrived on the parade ground in front of my gorgeous school. Students were already assembled, dressed their best, for it was time for graduation. But...we only have freshmen and sophomores, so no one is graduating. No matter. We had one anyway.
We just called it "closing ceremonies." Father McDowell rang the gong into the microphone, which caused no negligible noise. "Would faculty come and sit in these seats at the front, facing the students?" He asked, in his British accent.
"purrrrr," said my ego.
A soprano sang; several people gave speeches. Most were mediocre; one was short. Then we stood around on the parade ground for a solid hour, chatting. Then we went to the Beach Chalet, where we sat with magnificent views of Golden Gate Park, fantastic food, and terrible service. While we waited for the food to arrive, I spoke to the Chemistry teacher, whose wedding is in July.
"I really liked the CD you made, Colin," he said. "In fact, it's in my CD player now. Every night, I put it on and fall asleep to it. Hey, I think I just felt a cat rub up against my legs under the table. Is there a cat in here?"
"I don't think so," I said.
All in all, I got money for five CDs today and took IOUs for 3 more. purrrrrrrr.
When I got home, I was not feeling sober enough to play the bass, so I walked down to my local theater to see The DaVinci Code. A movie that my ego has spit at and put its ears back at in contempt. However, the first scene is in the Louvre, so it could hardly be that bad. And when the people started speaking French, I could understand that. And when they started speaking Latin, I could understand that, too. purrrrrr. And when they started talking about the Council of Nicea, my ego flopped on its back and waved its legs in the air.
We just called it "closing ceremonies." Father McDowell rang the gong into the microphone, which caused no negligible noise. "Would faculty come and sit in these seats at the front, facing the students?" He asked, in his British accent.
"purrrrr," said my ego.
A soprano sang; several people gave speeches. Most were mediocre; one was short. Then we stood around on the parade ground for a solid hour, chatting. Then we went to the Beach Chalet, where we sat with magnificent views of Golden Gate Park, fantastic food, and terrible service. While we waited for the food to arrive, I spoke to the Chemistry teacher, whose wedding is in July.
"I really liked the CD you made, Colin," he said. "In fact, it's in my CD player now. Every night, I put it on and fall asleep to it. Hey, I think I just felt a cat rub up against my legs under the table. Is there a cat in here?"
"I don't think so," I said.
All in all, I got money for five CDs today and took IOUs for 3 more. purrrrrrrr.
When I got home, I was not feeling sober enough to play the bass, so I walked down to my local theater to see The DaVinci Code. A movie that my ego has spit at and put its ears back at in contempt. However, the first scene is in the Louvre, so it could hardly be that bad. And when the people started speaking French, I could understand that. And when they started speaking Latin, I could understand that, too. purrrrrr. And when they started talking about the Council of Nicea, my ego flopped on its back and waved its legs in the air.