Sunday, November 5, 2006
Sunday Phone Calls.
Zounds. Where to begin?
First, I should mention that I had I blast on my little date last night. She really is a great woman, but I can see from the get-go that this will most likely never move past that whole friendship stage. I don't have a problem with that since I really do enjoy being single and insane, and bringing a significant other into my life right now would mean that I'd probably have to shave every day and stop wearing pajamas past noon. And, quite frankly, I'm not ready to give that sort of thing up. These days, if a woman tells me to wear socks, I consider that sort of relationship way too high-maintenance for me.
Anyway, my Sunday tried to be relaxing, but the chaos started at around three AM with a phone call from my niece:
"Heh [garbled gibberish]," I mumbled into the phone. It may have been something close to a hello, but I really can't tell.
"Uncle Dan," She chirped. "I need your help."
"Are you in jail?" I asked.
"No," she said meekly.
"Then you really don't need my help."
"No no no!" She said. "We've got this trivia thing going on at work, and we're getting kind of drunk, and I need to know the name of that movie."
"The Tao of Steve?" I asked for some reason. It was probably the first movie that came to my mind in my disturbed state after having my nice, pleasant slumber shattered.
"No." She said angrily. "It's that one with John Cusak. You know? He's holding the boom box, and it's got that Peter Gabriel song? Do you know it?"
"Say Anything," I said.
I heard her sigh as the voices in the room began to demand an answer. "You sure you don't know?"
"Say Anything, you dumbass," I said.
"Alright," she said. Then, she turned away from the phone and I heard her shout "Better Off Dead!"
*sigh* You can't pick your family right?
The rest of the day was filled with the usual Sunday stuff. The weather was unseasonably gorgeous here, and that made it much easier for me to stand in the kitchen and plow through the mess-hall sized pile of dirty dishes that seemed to accumulate over the weekend. Unfortunately, the damn phone wouldn't stop ringing as a result of the never-ending stream of robo-callers. Gadzooks! Do these campaign idiots actually think that anyone in their right mind really listens to their nonsense?
Okay... I'm wonked, so I'm out of here. I hope you all had wild and wonderful weekends.