Saturday, Mar. 06, 2004 - 5:07 pm
Um... I'm sorry.
This relationship just isn't working for me.
I'm at www.dailypreciousness.org now. So change that bookmark.
flash.
I'm at the library. I stare out of the large back window just in time to catch the preliminary drops of a March rain shower. I can hear the glass tremble at the bullying gusts of wind.
Just as a cheerful soccer player punts a ball out into the field. A few more drip drops fall, hit the glass, leave miniature streaks, like tiny blue jewels.
Then, blam! There is an amazing flash. A gnarled claw of white lightening brightens the stormy gray sky. It looks like the twisting branch of a mulberry bush.
Just moments later, a faint rainbow arches in the sky, behind the baseball field flood light, the playground and the city bus that's lumbering by. It's an interesting scene. The view is great and I can nearly smell the fresh, wet smell of the grass that is almost as emerald as the blue-green streak of the rainbow.
The arch kicks it up a notch. It is more vivid now, resting directly behind one of the field lights. It looks like the crystal wine goblet shaped lamps are sparkling with the light from the brightly hued arch.
The two other Mac laptoppers here are watching the scene with unbroken attention. I wonder if I'll see a mention of it on a metro area blog.
Last night, I had fun with Willamina. Will's friend, Bryan, whom I'd met at one of Mark's game nights, was turning 25. I immediately thought of Jim, who would've eaten Bryan up with a spoon. Bryan, with his perfect Roman features, could be cast as a manservant for Caligula. He's smart, funny and articulate. And that hair – I couldn't keep my hands out of it. The lucious curls just begged to be touched. But Bryan's kind of the shy type, so I didn't want to freak him out with any unrequested hairplay.
No pizza, but a Proposition.
Props to me.
Although the party took place, regrettably, at a pizza chain, the overall mood was good. I had a single cup of salty soup and let everyone else have their little pizza pies. (Roomie David had prepared some spinach and cheese pizza for me. Actually, it had sausage, too. And I picked the little sausage bits off, like the little tumors they were, with the skill and precision of a surgeon. Each time David forked the sausage bits from my plate to his mouth, he emitted a cartoonish "Yoink" sound that he must have gotten from a cartoon or something.)
Chief entertaining among my fellow guests at the party was Will. He's always witty and fun. Next was Matt, a marketing consultant who does magazine work. He asked me if I'd be interested in doing proofreading work for him. Bryan, the host, was charming and demure. I can't recall the last time I saw an adult drink a Shirley Temple and order it with a straight face. He somehow managed this feat.
Gancing.
Gancing after the party was great. Will and I went to Apex and discovered the joy and intrigue of gancing.
Manties.
There were many who watched us and wanted us. Yes, the men's eyes tore into us like daggers of desire. But we maintained our chastity and ganced our manties off.
