Once again, in lieu of activities, I can only give you an update on past activities.
Nudity: Gary went from shaming me about my body out of a perverted sense of loyalty (“Honey, your body really isn’t fit enough to be out in public”) to bemusement to wholehearted acceptance of the idea. He will be naked as well. He is telling everyone, including his parents. All about the naked, now, sure like it was his idea. Codger.
You, Your Heath, and Your Mom: I am slowly recovering from La Croupe. Mom has had a series of unsatisfying doctor’s visits since the ER. I’m shuttling her off to my doctor’s office, because he is associated with the worthy US News and World Reports hospital chain here, whereas Mom was trucking about with the Sisters of Mercy chain and their stressed-out inbred system.
More of Those Vegetable Thingees: I have had almost no vegetables since Christmas. Well, no fresh or grilled vegetables. Chicken Voila tries to sneak a few veggies in. Currently, my favorite vegetable delivery system is V-8 Frusion.
Brother Dave’s Christmas: …And birthday. And Christmas and birthday from Mom. And an additional stipend from Gary so he could hold his head up as a GeekLord before Dave. We all got him a cheap laptop.
Well it LOOKED like Skin Cancer to Me: The Annular Eczema (not Ringworm, not Gout) has faded almost to nothingness.
Movies: Well, it looks like I’ll be running through the movie list from top to bottom. I’ve got Spinal Tap under my belt. I regret to say VH1 chopped it to bits, so perhaps I missed some classic comedy timing. TiVo is rooting out the Godfather 2, and Caroline might loan me Office Space if we are still speaking after the Conservabration!, in which we all celebrate Caroline’s conservative political viewpoint. I say if the Mormon and the Individual of the Jewish Persuasion can take it, she can take it.
I Have Always Wanted a Monkey But Didn’t Realize It Might Actually Cost a Million Dollars: One evening Gary and I ventured out to dinner and thought we might let the GPS tell us where to eat. But instead, I suddenly leaped on him screaming “Monnnnkkkkkeeeeeyyyy Baaaaarrrrr!” because of course, the Monkey Bar and Restaurant was the perfect locale for an adventure. We walked past the red carpet (huh?) past the velvet rope (what the?) and were suddenly stopped by a large man.
Large Man said “There’s a fifty dollar cover charge.”
“Fifteen?” I said.
“Fifty,” he replied.
“Whaa – Oh! It’s New Years Eve! Sorry, no thanks.” And it was New Years, albeit 6:30 pm. Think they’d let us have the Early Bird Special without the cover charge.
I mean, there’s no way a bar / club / restaurant would have the nerve to charge $50 every night, would they?