Sunday, July 16, 2006

All My Loving

Where oh where has the time gone? I haven't written anything since Tuesday and I've barely made any notes in my notebook, but it's Sunday night and habit dictates that I sit down and update you on the trivialities associated with my repeated respiration.

Since I remain (involuntarily) retired at age 34 I have to find time to fill my days, and it's actually pretty easy. Of course, I've long since said bye-bye to my sanity. I'm a creature of habits such as sleeping late, watching TV, napping, eating, and occasionally bathing myself. I've been trying to clean up the little bit of garden I own, but it's hotter than Satan's fart outside, so I'm not able to spend much time out there. I do have a job interview this week, but getting up before 10 probably isn't worth a steady paycheck so I may call in sick.

I met a new girl online and we exchanged a few emails. As it turns out, she's a smart chick. Really smart, maybe even smarter than me. (I know, wow!) And she knows a lot about music so, even though we have a lot in common, I may have to destroy her. Yes, I'm a tiny-brained, insecure man threatened by smart women. On the other hand, she's got tits, so I may just wait a bit longer and see what happens. Thursday night we met up for a drink and I thought it went pretty well. I wasn't sure if she was digging me or not, which isn't a good sign, but a friend reminded me that she could have had a flashing neon "Help Wanted" sign hanging from her hoo-hoo and I would have missed it. [Me: Yeah, so that's really blinky. Do you need like a special extension cord for that?] Day-after emails confirmed that she was interested in seeing me again (though the intent of the seeing is still unclear) but she cancelled on me for Saturday night, albeit with good reason. (But then my second-choice girl cancelled on me too! Woe to me.) My natural cynicism tells me that smart-chick isn't that into me, so I will make every attempt not to be too shocked when she confirms my suspicion. I'm not planning on rejecting her before she rejects me, though. I have a friend who does that (a few, actually) and it hasn't made her (them) any happier.

One of my friends has recently partnered-up with a woman, which means he's no longer available to do stuff (unless its stuff she wants to do), and all my other friends are unreliable assholes. So Saturday night, once again flying solo, I went to Jazz at The Bend, one of the many music weekend events now being sponsored by the Museum of Fine Arts. Recall that a few months ago they had Grandmaster Flash at the DJ table inside the museum. A few weeks later they had live bands on a stage just outside. This time the event was sponsored by the "smooth jazz" radio station (to which I never listen) and the locale was the Bayou Bend museum and gardens (where I took pictures during the day a few weeks ago as well). All in all it was pretty good, considering I'm not all that crazy about smooth jazz, but it gave me the opportunity to take a few more pictures at night and I like free events. I'm told they're going to do it again next month, but it isn't on the calendar yet. There is a DJ-event back at the main museum on next month's calendar though.

Anyway, long story long, I've added 8 more pictures to the end of the 'Houston at Night' album, since one of the most beautiful churches in Houston was lit up that evening.


At 9:51 AM, Blogger Beth said...

Wouldn't "Help!" be a better title for this post?

At 1:40 PM, Blogger tinyhands said...

Beth- Yes it would have, but we're not there yet. Be patient.

At 9:46 PM, Blogger tonia said...

either I'm an unreliable asshole, not your friend, or you have some explaining to do...
need to catch up with you to see how many lies I've caught you in.

At 10:19 PM, Blogger tinyhands said...

It's all lies and hyperbole. My wife says 'hi' and the kids miss you.


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