Days Away
Today is December the Sixth. That means that in four days I will be celebrating a very important anniversary. In four short days I will be celebrating the Fifth anniversary of my 21st Birthday. That's right folks. I've now passed the 1/4 century mark and am well on my way to being up the proverbial hill. Well. A step or two beyond half way up the hill. But as I'm looking now, the hill looks a lot shorter than it did when I was seven. When I was seven I didn't realize that I would, one day, be as old as my father. Not that I'm there yet, and honestly, I'll never be as old as my father because he keeps getting older too (HEXAGENARIAN!!! -- yes, I made up a word. But I assembled the word from well known parts, and it work. I'm also aware that the actual word that means someone who's in their sixties is 'sexagenarian,' but I like mine better. Because I made it up. Which is odd, because I think sexagenarian is a much funnier word.).
I had another dream that I had a mullet last night. This is starting to worry me.
-Jon
P.S. Ok. The Spell Check I have installed in Firefox just tried to replace "hexagenarian" with "sexagenarian," and I think that's sweet.
A2
In my most recent trip to Ann Arbor I went to Bed Bath and Beyond (twice), Whole Foods, the Full Moon, Mongolian BBQ, Zingerman's Roadhouse, Doc's and the house in front of Doc's. We made 40 Firecracker Shrimp (successfully) and we made six Chocolate Volcano cakes that were more cakes and less volcanoes. Which might have been my fault. More than anything else, I'd like to talk about a girl named Tiffani.
Tiffani was the check out girl at BB&B. She was a blond haired, blued eyed paper thin young woman. Doc and I had our charm on full blast and we were making conversation with her that she hardly even noticed. I think she hated us. Well. She hated the world... we just took it personally. After we got our spatulas and cake-tins we hit Whole Foods where I got into a discussion with two check out lines about how, as cool as it is, Ann Arbor is unlike the world that you or I know. Again with the full-on charm of both Doc and myself and they loved us. I mean they loved us. Not Tiffani. No. No one with a name pretentious enough to end with an "I" could possibly love us could they? Well... we decided that it was important to give wee Tiff (I've decided that since Tiff and I are such good friends, I will refer to her as Tiff from now on) another chance. So back to Bed Bath we went, also to pick up the scale and sifter that we forgot on our first visit, and back to our young Tiff's line. She got half way through ringing us up before our various comments about how it'd been so long since we had seen her and how we wanted to know how she'd been made her look up... choke down an laugh and say, in a slightly confused monotone, "Hey. You were just in here." (I'm surprised she recognized me, I returned to the store incognito -- read: wearing sunglasses) "Yup." *grin* Without missing a beat, she looks back down at the counter with an expression that almost, but not quite, made me feel that she wanted to blow up the building.
I worry about Little Miss Tiff and the things that will happen to her in the rough and tumble world of Bed Bath and Beyond. I worry about the people that will go in wanting nothing more than to purchase a nice pot or pan, perhaps even bedding, only to interact with the young lady who manages to suck the joy out of those around her like no one I've ever met. I mean. Doc and I still had our charm on when we left... ... but it wasn't at 11 anymore...
-Jon
Drivin' Late
It's currently 11:25pm. I'm going to be leaving here in the next couple of hours. I'll be driving home late. Then I'll be getting in late. Then I'll sleep for a few hours before my body says, "HA! You're not going to get any sleep tonight!"
This morning I woke up at 10 minutes to 8. I went to bed at 10 minutes past 3.
I slept for less than 5 hours and my body said, "Nope. I'm getting up." I fought it though. I got up, went to the bathroom and went back to sleep until 11. Kind of. It was fitful sleep. I kept waking up or dreaming that I had a mullet. It was a very strange morning.
Alright. There is company over here at Doc's, so I figure I should probably stop writing and be social. I've been pretty good so far. But right now I'm kind of ignoring folk. Alright, I'm out.
-Jon
All You Need is $40 Million Dollars and a Dream
Ok. Maybe not $40M. But you need 40 jumbo shrimp, 5 oz cake molds, and a big-ass pot to make an impromptu soup. It will be a good day. I still haven't decided if I'm going to come home from A2 today or tomorrow. We'll see how drunk I get tonight after the cooking.
-Jon
Things I've Only Read About
Waking up early has become a normal part of my life. I mean, I'm not getting up at 5am or anything, but waking up pre-10am regularly is a very strange thing for me. And that's been my life for the last few weeks. New job and all. It's nice. Waking up early is kinda like staying up late with less dry-eye-burning and more urge-to-take-shower. It's still dark, and I can get a lot done because no one is around. Difference is I have to take a shower and get to work. Hopefully I'll get out of work early today. My hope is really early. Like, super duper early. Like, 3 or 4. Then I can get to A2 early, and the jerky making debauchery can begin early. Mmmmmm... Jerky.
-Jon