Remember Me Fondly
As I sit here glistening in the chair that Mr Gray usually sits in, I’m thanking someone up there that I got home safely from yet ANOTHER Fucking Bike Club Full Moon Fiasco. 11pm: Turtle Park through Forest Park to Clayton, Vandeventer, Lindell through SLU’s campus (the “security” lady failed to notice the men peeing in the fountain), Grand to Olive then down to the Landing, where we purchased $1 small buckets of Pabst. Yum. Not enough plastic tubs to go around, but we made it work. Some got boisterously drunk, while others, like me, sipped on a bucket and a half of small beer and ate a granola bar before racing home (3am) with 4 other U City boys who made the 9 miles pass pretty fluidly.
It was the perfect remedy to my overworked life, which is amounting to nearly 50 hour weeks, with my 9 jobs (my friend made me count the other night). I start teaching tomorrow, and that is something I’m realllllly looking forward to. Not to mention that my girls are undefeated…
One more thought before I allow you to stop reading my highly engaging blog. Random call this afternoon from someone who’s been on my mind as of late. Someone I haven’t spoken to/heard from in nearly 7 years. He means the world to me, and, after receiving a spontaneous letter from me, he called, asking me a question I found odd: “Do you still act?” Err…sure. I mean, I took a couple drama classes in college…and I still have those 9 years of drama class behind me…but, sure, I act. “Will you fly out to Boston if I house you and give you a stipend?” Sure, sure. Just pop me an email and we’ll work it all out. I don’t know where my life came from. But it’s working. It really is working.
