needless to say, since this is Doom Week, i woke up a little stressed this morning.
i put on my work out clothes and took my first morning walk in a month. (hellacious work schedule and spending the night at M-'s place on sunday nights has put a crimp in my routine.) but now that DOOM is impending i can't afford to slouch into my naturally inactive default position. so i walked this morning.
i walked and i thought about the meaning of my current employment upheaval; i thought about M-, saturday night and sunday morning (heh); i thought about how nice it is not to sweat; i thought about hating humidity; i thought about the proper way to align ones posture when exercise/walking; i thought about how having a dude in your life translates into extra hours of grooming; i thought about how big my butt is in my Nike pants but how cute my Puma shoes are; i thought about how i've survived two other layoffs. and then i thought about the pint of ice cream i should not have eaten all in one sitting yesterday.
and i walked harder.
planning for the fall of civilization, saturday night, at an old guy bar with M- and his friend D-:
M-: so if society collapsed like in Mad Max, you know what I'd do?
Ding: what would you do?
M-: D- would get his family on the south side, he'd meet me on the north side and we'd swing by to get you and get the hell out.
Ding: what if i have my own escape route?
M-: like how?
Ding: my girls! after 9/11, we planned to leave the city and head north to minnesota
M-: well, i'm heading south. underground.
D-: like the Morlocks.
Ding: uh, i like going north better. why don't we swing by and pick you up and head north.
M-: (stubborn) i'm coming to get you.
Ding: (just as stubborn) i have my own escape route. being in minnesota seems cleaner than living like mole people.
so, if civilization collapses, i anticipate spending some time arguing about which route to take - north with my friends, or south to the tunnels.
(on the other hand, it was sort of endearing. he included me in his post-apocalyptic tribe!)
saturday night, in a bad yuppie bar:
M-: so i got you something.
M-: dealer passes to Wizard. both days.
Ding: (gasp) really??
M-: you said you wanted to go, so i got a couple of passes. you and Roomie can go right in.
Ding: really?? it wasn't a problem, was it?
M-: nah. i just said to the guys my girl wanted to go and i was going to use the passes.
Ding: and how often does one of the guys ask for dealer passes to Wizard for 'his girl'?
(this is Wizard.)