Canonizing Awesomeness, Part the First
If anyone was interested to know, I did [barely] survive the trip back from Western Massachusetts. I took that little detour through New Jersey to see the cousins and the grandparents, had a filling lunch, and got to see my newly-married cousin's [and new, official cousin-in-law!'s] house down the street. My granddad doesn't seem to be doing so well, though. He wasn't able to make it over to my aunt and uncle's house where everyone else was, so I made a special trip to his house in the next town just to see him. He's having trouble breathing, his legs are constantly bothering him, and he's starting to look considerably wan. He definitely has his wits about him, but it's still unsettling to see him so weak. I just hope he's feeling well enough to make it to the wedding in West Virginia this weekend.
The rest of the week was pretty uneventful - mostly consisting of various members of The Prophets of Doom tearing around on the mopeds and taking over various businesses of ill-repute. Wednesday, I ran into that girl I was seeing before Mississippi while I was reading/drinking at Mojo's - kind of...well, not awkward, but a similar, less-intense synonym. I really like her, and she's all sorts of adorable, but schedules and amounts of effort never seem to coincide. I don't know. I think I'm officially declaring that I'm not looking for anyone, which has really been status quo for over a year, but I'm finally ready to accept it. Loneliness is temporary, and friends and mopeds have taken much more of a priority [and have seen much more success!] over what little skirt-chasing I ever embarked upon in the past.
Labor Day weekend was a constant blur of shenanigans. Thursday we went out for Dana's official birthday, closed down the restaurant, and spent a lot of time trying to get home through the torrential downpour. Friday I kept Dana company at All-Star with Liz and Ilana, drinking Pabst and consuming the world's best recreation of The Broodwich.
It was - to be perfectly ironic - heavenly. Saturday, I ran crazy errands and did a little trip up by work to check on an important rental, then met up with Dana to do some hardcore work on the mopeds. We met with Hell's Satans Joe to get parts, limped my moped back to the Temple of Doom, and stocked up on moped repair provisions. Moses and Marshall were actually around, and once Josh arrived we set to repairing my throttle cable and tweaking his air filter, which went on well past dark. We finished off the Mickey's and PBR at Josh's apartment, giving him a chance to shower and for both of them to turn me on to Refused, and then headed over to a gathering at their friends' place. The idea was to stay momentarily, which we did, but communication broke down once we exited. Long story short, everyone disappeared except for Dana and me, and we ended up sitting outside his apartment for a couple of hours before giving up on waiting for people, driving down to 3rd St. for dinner/breakfast, and watching the sun rise over the city.
The rest of the week was pretty uneventful - mostly consisting of various members of The Prophets of Doom tearing around on the mopeds and taking over various businesses of ill-repute. Wednesday, I ran into that girl I was seeing before Mississippi while I was reading/drinking at Mojo's - kind of...well, not awkward, but a similar, less-intense synonym. I really like her, and she's all sorts of adorable, but schedules and amounts of effort never seem to coincide. I don't know. I think I'm officially declaring that I'm not looking for anyone, which has really been status quo for over a year, but I'm finally ready to accept it. Loneliness is temporary, and friends and mopeds have taken much more of a priority [and have seen much more success!] over what little skirt-chasing I ever embarked upon in the past.
Labor Day weekend was a constant blur of shenanigans. Thursday we went out for Dana's official birthday, closed down the restaurant, and spent a lot of time trying to get home through the torrential downpour. Friday I kept Dana company at All-Star with Liz and Ilana, drinking Pabst and consuming the world's best recreation of The Broodwich.
It was - to be perfectly ironic - heavenly. Saturday, I ran crazy errands and did a little trip up by work to check on an important rental, then met up with Dana to do some hardcore work on the mopeds. We met with Hell's Satans Joe to get parts, limped my moped back to the Temple of Doom, and stocked up on moped repair provisions. Moses and Marshall were actually around, and once Josh arrived we set to repairing my throttle cable and tweaking his air filter, which went on well past dark. We finished off the Mickey's and PBR at Josh's apartment, giving him a chance to shower and for both of them to turn me on to Refused, and then headed over to a gathering at their friends' place. The idea was to stay momentarily, which we did, but communication broke down once we exited. Long story short, everyone disappeared except for Dana and me, and we ended up sitting outside his apartment for a couple of hours before giving up on waiting for people, driving down to 3rd St. for dinner/breakfast, and watching the sun rise over the city.