Mezzo Swede

A Toast to World Domination
2003-08-04 09:04:50 (UTC)

Feline Furniture Assembly

I don't have much to say, because I am tired...but I
thought I should write anyway, before I again fall
hopelessly behind.

Last night I saw Sound of Music, with Carly playing a nun.
She was awesome, and her voice was just lovely. The show on
the whole was coherent and good, but I felt like the
supporting cast was more solid than the leads. I thought
Maria was pretty weak, and Elsa was...well. OK. She was OK.
I liked Captain Von Trapp, though he lacked that certain
suaveness that is expected of a Captain Von Trapp.

After the show Luis and I dashed off, over the mountains,
to Julie & John's place. It was really a good time, and it
was great to see Julie again! There was general fun and
rambunctiousness, involving shaving cream, cookware, and
alcohol. I kept a safe distance from all of this, but it
was indeed fun, nevertheless. Spend a good part of the
evening chatting with a charming poker player from Los
Angeles. By the end of the conversation the poker player
was calling himself Luis' best friend. That was funny! I
think at one point, the two of them were even "engaged!"
Amazing!

I played in church this morning, and it went surprisingly
well, considering I only got about an hour of sleep. Since
there was a dresser in the process of being assembled in
the bedroom, it was too messy to sleep there. So we slept
on the fold-out couch in the livingroom. Sleeping in a
porcupine nest would probably be more comfortable, but
hey...there were no porcupines around, so the couch was the
second best thing.

I went to work. Work sucked, as always. My co-worker is
crabby because she's on the Atkins diet. At least that's my
theory. I figure that she's having mood swings because
she's not eating enough fruit or veggies. I know that if I
was eating nothing but bacon, salmon, other diverse meats,
I'd probably have a shaity disposition too. Anyway, I hated
work so much that I went home. And cleaned some more.

I didn't clean fast enough, because Greg and Kurt arrived
earlier than anticipated. When they stepped through the
door, our place could have easily been mistaken for a
mobile home that had been ravaged by a seriously mean
tornado. But it's better now.

Tomorrow we are going to Alcatraz. I've been there a couple
of times. I won't do the audio tour. Unless they have Sean
Connery narrating. But they didn't have Sean Connery
narrating last time, and I doubt that Sean Connery will be
narrating tomorrow. So no audio tour. I wonder if I am
allowed to lock myself in a cell and pretend to be a
prisoner while the others are doing the audio tour. I could
bring a spoon, and try to dig my way out, for effect. I bet
tourists would go wild. Maybe the Alcatraz people would
hire me, full-time?

OK, the only room left to clean up is the bedroom, but I am
beat to my socks. I just need to pick up little nails and
screws that serve as feline-hostile reminders that a
dresser was assembled there. Or maybe Face wouldn't eat the
screws. Maybe if I gave him some pieces of wood, he'd
assemble a little dresser of his own. That would be the
absolute strangest thing.




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