Does anyone remember when they used to have those big domino setups on That's Incredible! And John Davidson would say something like, "He has spent eighty-seven days setting up these two hundred thousand dominos." And something I would always wonder is, what does this guy do for a living? Who has eighty-seven days with nothing to do but set up dominos? I mean, are domino guys typically independently wealthy?
The heat is on
I don't know if the heat has seared my brain or what, but I have been in a dry spell for blog material. Seems like I have had a lot less time for blogging or blog reading the past week, so that probably has something to do with it. Maybe things will slow down a little. J-Mo got a new '05 Accord yesterday, so we went for a cruise in that last night. Sharp. I love that new car smell! Had dinner at AB's. It was humorous to see him looking outside to make sure no one parked too close to it.
Oh, speaking of heat (and sweat), I come in this morning and cut the air down from as cold as it will go to average temp for normal human beings. Big Sweaty remarks, "Are you cold?" And I'm like, "Yeah." Then he says, "You know, your blood might not be circulating right. Has anyone ever suggested you might be anemic?" WHAT IN THE CRAP!!!! Has anyone ever suggested YOU might be a couple hundred pounds OVERWEIGHT??? Has anyone ever suggested you might need to cut out four or five meals a day? Has anyone ever suggested you emit a foul odor? Has anyone ever suggested you might need to exercise? A couple of deep knee bends or something. Your momma's anemic!
The Blue Escort
Figured I'd continue the story from Monday. I think actually my first date was in my Mom's car. Anyhow, I went out with the algebra teacher's daughter twice. The first time I drove my Mom's car, because obviously, I had the 1984 baby blue Escort with sport stripes and black louvers on the hatchback. We stood outside her house and made out until like 1:00 AM. Then someone started turning the porch light on and off. Uh-oh. Time to go. Looking back, that was much better than her dad coming out with a shotgun or something. Anyway, for our second date, I drove the 'Scort. Did I mention it had a six-band equalizer? Of course, with factory speakers, that doesn't really help all that much.
I don't remember exactly what we did on either date, but I do remember we went to the mall on the second date. And for some reason unbeknownst to normal heterosexual man, I bought a New Kids On The Block cassette. (Why does it always seem to come back to NKOTB?) Except it wasn't even the good cassette. Ooooh no. I already had that one, so I bought this one. (Admitting you have a problem is the first step to recovery.) Oddly, or not so oddly, we never went out again.
"That's when a smoke was a smoke, and groovin' was groovin'. Dancin' meant everything. We were young and we were improvin'..."