I Love the Smell of Disaster in the Morning
So here's the deal.
So zyphryus and I went to college together, right, and she's my pal and everything, and I haven't seen her in person for nearly three years because a.) she spent part of that time in England and b.) we are both SO TOTALLY CRIPPLED and CANNOT DRIVE and OH THE AGONIZING TWO-AND-A-HALF HOUR DISTANCE IS INSURMOUNTABLE. My point being, I'm a shitty friend. Anyway, Lyd is having an exhibition in Bloomington, and my guilty conscience is pricking me. I want to go and see her, but at the same time I'm not overly enthused about being in Bloomington because that part of my life is over and I'm afraid I will be overcome with Teh Sad and do something extremely unwise like attempt to test the truth of the assertion that the IU library allows book-borrowing to all Hoosiers, which will then commit me to stack upon stack of scholarly literature and clandestine weekend trips for the rest of my life and I don't know what else. Returning to the point here, I want to be a good friend and support Lyd, but I really don't want to go to Bloomington.
So then it occurred to me that I know some of you in Indianapolis! And that it might be kind of groovy to hang out and shit! And if I could make the big trip in one fell swoop, why, how beautifully serendipitous!
So, like, if anybody wants to kick it old-school or whatever the kids are calling it these days, feel free to comment. (I'm lookin' at you, anjala, beldar, and ziggy_prime.) I am NOT asking you to put me up on Saturday night (Lyd's reception is on Sunday) unless you really WANT to hear the euphonious rhythm of my snoring; I can get me a hotel room or impinge on my kin. But lunch, coffee, fun times in assorted public places, several rounds of Mailbox Baseball, whatever, would be terribly, terribly welcome.
So zyphryus and I went to college together, right, and she's my pal and everything, and I haven't seen her in person for nearly three years because a.) she spent part of that time in England and b.) we are both SO TOTALLY CRIPPLED and CANNOT DRIVE and OH THE AGONIZING TWO-AND-A-HALF HOUR DISTANCE IS INSURMOUNTABLE. My point being, I'm a shitty friend. Anyway, Lyd is having an exhibition in Bloomington, and my guilty conscience is pricking me. I want to go and see her, but at the same time I'm not overly enthused about being in Bloomington because that part of my life is over and I'm afraid I will be overcome with Teh Sad and do something extremely unwise like attempt to test the truth of the assertion that the IU library allows book-borrowing to all Hoosiers, which will then commit me to stack upon stack of scholarly literature and clandestine weekend trips for the rest of my life and I don't know what else. Returning to the point here, I want to be a good friend and support Lyd, but I really don't want to go to Bloomington.
So then it occurred to me that I know some of you in Indianapolis! And that it might be kind of groovy to hang out and shit! And if I could make the big trip in one fell swoop, why, how beautifully serendipitous!
So, like, if anybody wants to kick it old-school or whatever the kids are calling it these days, feel free to comment. (I'm lookin' at you, anjala, beldar, and ziggy_prime.) I am NOT asking you to put me up on Saturday night (Lyd's reception is on Sunday) unless you really WANT to hear the euphonious rhythm of my snoring; I can get me a hotel room or impinge on my kin. But lunch, coffee, fun times in assorted public places, several rounds of Mailbox Baseball, whatever, would be terribly, terribly welcome.