April 18, 2005 ::
Hot pot shots
Just a few things that were on my mind this weekend and today:
- Although we had two great weekend days, they were just a little bit cold. Why is it 77 degrees and sunny today, when its Monday and I have to work?
- When the temperature heats up in DC, people start to do crazy things. It's like clockwork... you know it's spring when you start to see insanity. I saw some fool driving down the street in DC this morning with his hazard lights on and with his hood up. What the hell!!!! We can already see you're a hazard because you're driving down the street and can't see what's in front of you. He was apparently trying to peek through that little space under the steering wheel and under the crack of the hood. Fool!
- Apparently, because I don't like hot, crowded, Amistad-type sweatboxes like Dream, H2O and now Ozio, I'm bourgie. If it makes me bourgie to enjoy seating, elbow room, table-side service at non-insane prices and not sweating out my shirt, then bourgie I shall be.
- I was at a barbecue yesterday, and this particular young lady came dashing in the house and sat down next to me. I asked why she was in a hurry, and she told me she had just been hit on by a man she described as "developmentally challenged". I said "so you got hit on by handyman?" and I could not stop laughing. I may go to hell, but the ride was worth it!
- Also at that same barbecue, I noticed a group of three young African ladies when they came in. One in particular caught my eye, until later on when I noticed her in full mouth-to-mouth osculation with this tall Curt Kobain lookalike. She instantly became less attractive to me. I am still not sure what this says about me.
- It may indeed be ghetto for me to cut my entire backyard (all 20 feet by 13 feet of it) with a weed whacker, but it's just not enough yard to buy a $200 lawnmower. And I can't seem to fit any mowers into my trunk (nor do I want to), so 2nd hand mowers seem out of the question. Oh well, at least I have a fence, so hardly anyone can see me. One of these days I am going to convert my remaining weeds to grass. I got rid of most of the truly nasty stuff when I got there (poison ivy, some mysterious red strawberry-lookin things, and sprouting trees), but I have a few more to go (the occasional dandelion, some random plants with little purple flowers on them that actually smell kinda nice, and the dead patches where nothing grows because I had junk on it for 3 months this winter).