And it's true. They will.
There was much else in the past weekend, of course, but it's Monday eve and I don't feel like typing. Everything is fine--there are Christmas lights up on the window now, and I spent the day at work wearing a nice sweater and researching the finer nuances of Chicago style and maybe reading for a while about the Red Barn murder. But I would really like to be back at 10:37 Saturday night, standing next to Liz and laughing as we watched a guy whose lower left leg was encased in a brace crowd surf, unable to hear anything besides drums and bass, unable to hear even each other.
That's all. I can tell that this is not the best week to let my mind wander--it will only take me back to the first weeks of December at Highland, and the best class I ever taught, and the Christmas party that ended with us dancing on the coffee table and someone shouting "I would do anything for love--FUCK YEAH!" This seems like a week best spent sitting under headphones and keeping busy and listening to very, very loud music and not thinking of anything too hard.
And the dog is still chewing on his cork. There's that.
The Ass Works.
ReplyDeleteI will never stop laughing at that, nor the middle-aged grocery clerk who so woefully fucked up our purchase.