6/06/2006
Blind date
I recently asked Amanda to accompany me to a record release event, not because I'm particularly fond of her, but because I thought she'd like to commemorate her first night off intensive probation by going out and having some drinks.
I told I'd be at her house at 7:20 so that we could WALK downtown to SEE some music videos, so, after her shorts got
out of the dryer at 7:35 and she'd put on uncomfortable shoes and neglected to take eyeglasses, we went down there.
She doesn't work, but she hadn't managed to feed herself all day, so she hovered around the buffet table extensively while sucking down three beers in less time than it took me to finish one, then began to get woozy and fearful of the beer in combination with the five morphine tablets she'd popped right before we'd left her house, and to object to the videos,
loudly proclaiming them from her disoriented perspective to be unintelligible and pointless.
Well, hell yes, music videos are unintelligible and pointless if you can't really feel them and are too high to remember that they feature music from a new CD release being spotlighted for the first time publicly before your dilated goddamn eyes.
So I carried her halfway home. She dictated shortcuts that took us five blocks out of our way, but came wholly too a couple of blocks from her house and asked me to get a six-pack at the corner Snack 'N' Crack to share with her at her place.
I refrained from pointed out to her again that I really didn't care for her feral, 112-pound Rottweiler and just told her I had an appointment with my pillow and that I hoped the next time we planned to walk someplace to see something, that comfortable shoes and eyeglasses would be a part of the event.
I told I'd be at her house at 7:20 so that we could WALK downtown to SEE some music videos, so, after her shorts got
out of the dryer at 7:35 and she'd put on uncomfortable shoes and neglected to take eyeglasses, we went down there.
She doesn't work, but she hadn't managed to feed herself all day, so she hovered around the buffet table extensively while sucking down three beers in less time than it took me to finish one, then began to get woozy and fearful of the beer in combination with the five morphine tablets she'd popped right before we'd left her house, and to object to the videos,
loudly proclaiming them from her disoriented perspective to be unintelligible and pointless.
Well, hell yes, music videos are unintelligible and pointless if you can't really feel them and are too high to remember that they feature music from a new CD release being spotlighted for the first time publicly before your dilated goddamn eyes.
So I carried her halfway home. She dictated shortcuts that took us five blocks out of our way, but came wholly too a couple of blocks from her house and asked me to get a six-pack at the corner Snack 'N' Crack to share with her at her place.
I refrained from pointed out to her again that I really didn't care for her feral, 112-pound Rottweiler and just told her I had an appointment with my pillow and that I hoped the next time we planned to walk someplace to see something, that comfortable shoes and eyeglasses would be a part of the event.
