Following my unheard-of fourteen hours of sleep Thursday night, I couldn’t even walk straight. I’m not accustomed to so much dormancy, all at once. It felt like the base of my spine had been rammed into a pencil sharpener, and ground to a fine point.
I was all gnarled-up, and looked like Stephen Hawking while eating my Toaster Strudel. I almost had to have one of the Secrets grab a hanger out of the closet, and fashion me a feeding rack.
But, despite the pain, I couldn’t stand the thought of being home all day again. I asked Toney if she wanted to go “running around,” and she’d been thinking the exact same thing. So, that’s what we did.
We started at the Chinese restaurant, where I enjoyed the #2 lunch combo: cashew chicken. Mighty tasty. The only negative was the molten-hot egg white that slung off my ceramic soup spoon, and adhered to my chin and neck.
Then we drove to the mall, where the boys and I got haircuts. I went with the usual (the 4 and the 2), but begged Toney not to wander off until after the Secrets’ cuts had been agreed-upon. The stylist, or whatever, always asks a million questions a Dad simply cannot answer, and it makes my crack sweat.
While I was in the chair, I noticed my hair clippings are now gray with a little brown mixed-in. A year ago it was the other way around. I’m like a tree in October at this point.
We wandered through the mall afterward, but it was incredibly crowded and no fun whatsoever. We ordered Blizzards from Dairy Queen, and fled that bastard like the building was on fire.
Toney had received a promotional email from Borders books, saying they had “select” Beatles CDs on sale for $9.99. So we took the bait, and I ended up buying four of ’em: Sgt. Pepper, Abbey Road, Help!, and Let It Be. I used some of the Christmas money my folks sent me, and exposed the boys to even more essential greatness.
I used to be a black belt Beatles fanatic, but got burned-out somewhere along the line. And when the CDs were finally released, years after they should’ve been, I only had lukewarm interest. Now I’m playing catch-up.
Best Buy advertised the complete series box set of The Wire for $89.99, and I was toying with the idea of plunking down some more Christmas money, and buying it. Toying with the idea, but also having second thoughts… Ninety dollars is a lot of money, and I was secretly relieved when the store had none in stock. It removed the burden of having to make a decision.
I ended up buying the three remaining seasons of Curb Your Enthusiasm we needed, for about seventeen dollars each. And while the guy was ringing up the purchase, Toney told us to wait and miraculously pulled a $15 coupon from her bottomless purse. So, I got three seasons of Larry David, for twelve bucks each. Is that not excellent? I submit that it is.
The boys were starting to bitch and moan by this point, so we took them home. But Toney and I weren’t finished. I suggested Cooper’s for a couple snooty microbrews, and she said that sounded good. Yeah, I float that idea every weekend (every!), and she usually shoots it down. So I was happy with her answer.
I went with an Anchor OSA winter warmer, then a Sierra Nevada Celebration. I try to only sample beers I’ve never tasted when we go there, but the Celebration is just so damned good… I buy it whenever the opportunity arises. And the Anchor wasn’t half-bad, either.
After dinner I watched The Dark Knight with the Secrets, and thought it was OK, I guess. It’s one of those movies you enjoy while it’s on, and forget almost as soon as it ends. I liked when the guy got half his face sizzled-off, and how he looked afterward. But other than that… I have a feeling I’d like most of these better.
And that was our Friday. On Saturday nothing really happened worth reporting, except my back was still hurting. Toney and I went for a long walk, and I was hoping it would help. But I was still hobbling around like an old lady who hadn’t had a single glass of milk since World War II.
And now, to follow-up on yesterday’s update about the obscure baseball gift Steve gave me… It was a B from the manufacturing plant that used to make caps for the Dodgers, before their move to Los Angeles. After they left Brooklyn the plant still had a few spare B’s lying around, and fifty years later Steve got his hands on one.
So, how ’bout that? Obscure enough for you? It will eventually be mounted and framed, and displayed in the bunker. Good stuff.
I liked Willie’s guess of an old urinal from Ebbets Field, in yesterday’s comments. Give Steve a little time, and I’m confident he could come up with one. Possibly autographed. With hall of famer urine.
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