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so sorry for not posting, well not really sorry, but sorta sorry. been busy, natty’s about 6 days away from finishing school and we’re in full ‘all hands on deck’ mode. the capt and i are spending waaaaay too much time together, and i’m not sure if it’s scarier that i’m starting to act more like him, or him like me. we’ll meet in the middle somewhere and pretty much be bevis and butthead.
so anyway i finished up at the new client way back when and then headed up to CT to visit the family. My mom was having some sort of stomach/upper colon/i want to know more type surgery so i went to the hospital to wait it out with my dad, in my big boy clothes no less. everything went well and she’s at home now and alls well that ends well.
I drove back to MD on that saturday and while the drive was pretty much uneventful, i’ve been thinking about state toopers a lot. like, for example what’s with them always going 85 in the passing lane…shouldn’t they be doing 55? setting a good example? i don’t get why they zoom up to you, whilst your at say 76, and them just ride your ass until you get over. how’s that safe? no lights, no sirens, just tailgating. are they looking for someone doing 110 that they can’t zoom up on, and then they pull them over? are they just trying to get back to base to take a shit? i want to know.
that said there was this one time in high school where i went on a ski trip with my girlfriend, her mother, her sisters and their friends up at stratton/bromley. it was perhaps the most awkward weekend of my life. though i’d really have to think on that to confirm it. i was the only guy (well i was 18, i dunno if i was a guy) amongst like 5 teenage girls and one middle aged woman. i was the only snowboarder. i got a bedroom and all the girls slept in the den of the condo that they rented. it was sorta cool when my girlfriend snuck in to my room and we made out in the middle of the night. no we didn’t get it on. we never got it on. ok, now i’m getting depressed. Supergood times when i later figured out that my girlfriend was bulimic and purging in the bathroom at the stratton lodge after i dropped 20 bucks for bbq chicken on the sun deck, ah highschool….
BUT ANYWAY–on the way home from teh trip there were some sort of melt downs amongst the women, and the mother was speeding home, then all of a sudden there were a million lights behind the car–lo and behold there was a state trooper behind us, he gave her a huge ticket. she tried to cry her way out of it, but the trooper said “i’ve been behind you for 3 miles flashing my lights for you to get over–and you wouldn’t get over”. so i guess that’s something. but I digress.
Since then, well nothing’s really be going on. thanksgiving was quiet. and i can’t remember anything between then and now. oh well. here’s something.
So sunday was the annual ‘mayor’s chirstmas parade’ here in the hood. i’m not sure why it’s in my hood but apparently it’s always been here. so the capt wouldn’t nap so we went to check it out. it was a full on freak show. the other festivals in the area seem to bring out a pretty even mix of locals (wt), hipsters, yuppies and urban folk. i guess the non WT folks didn’t get the memo b/c this a pretty concentrated look in to contemporary WT urban living. i dont’ get people that walk around all summer in super long/big hoodies and then when it’s 40 degrees shed them to just walk around in there super big/long white t shirts. 14 year old mothers with their toddlers running around with no jackets or anything. i saw one little girl, of about 4, do a lumberjack into the gutter- it was heart warming.
the parade itself was pretty underwhelming. oh i love a good group of 45+ overweight harley riders. there were some marching bands, a really weird group of bolivian dancers that looked like they were wearing costumes from robotech, and some really weak ass balloons. like macy’s parade on 1/1000th of the budget.
overall we were about 7 feet from the ‘celebrities’ in the parade, and for about 10 feet, there were only about 8 people so there was always this sort of awkward silence as the cars/floats when by. the govenor elect was actually looking right at me as if i was supposed to say something to start up a conversation, it was bizare.
at one point some dj’s from a local soft rock radio station went by, as if they were celebrities-and this really really really weird guy showed up behind the capt and me and said “ohh look John Carpenter, wow–HELLLOOOO” and waved to the dj in the convertible. i dunno if his name was really john carpenter, work with me here. but i dunno if it was like taxi driver or what, but john carpenter sorta looked over and then frowned and looked away really fast. like maybe this nutbar shows up to all their PR events? it was weird.
so that’s that. i’ll try to post again before new years.
merry xmas mutherfuckers.