Where Everybody Knows Your Nickname, 2.0
It's always good to hang around with friends, especially when it's a day off that can be spent with friends. Not that many days off have been given to me as of late (which could see me being blamed, since I did technically make the work shift's schedules), but it does make me rather viciously savouring the fact that when New Year's rolls around in a few weeks, I'll be calling in the favours
everyone else at the kiosk owes me. I'm starting to understand the Maquise de Carabas' joy of collecting debts owed & favours to call in one day, instead of collecting knickknacks of some form or another.
Currently Mel is lounging on a couch watching Iron Chef with Donna (where French Master Chef Sakai is dueling a Buddhist monk for supremacy of Yam recipes); Servo is cooking a meal for happy carnivores; Shady is lounging around with their two cats; and I am sitting here writing about what everyone else is doing. I suddenly feel like Randy Newman.
Friends always make for wonderful sources of entertainment as well as conversation. Servo is the type of guy who will happily walk with me down the path less travelled where deranged writing ideas are concerned (I still maintain that I'd be the Scarecrow if we were an
Oz movie, though I guess that would make Servo the L33T Lion), and watching Mel's horrified reactions to the ideas we concoct is quite amusing. It's equally amusing to see which of us fights not to lose bladder control whilst watching 2 hours of Robin Williams live on Broadway.
We also sank a small, plastic Usagi Tsukino action figure into Servo's fishtank. Read into that as Fruedian as you want to.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have meat to consume and Jet Li kicking some Hong Kong butt to enjoy.
Addendum: in other news, tonight has also seen me assaulted by a jar of mustard (thankfully I was wearing black instead of white), and bested by a balcony door. But in my defense of the latter, how was I supposed to know that in order to unlock the bloody thing, you have to push the lock downwards instead up upwards? Yes, yes, insert your favourite Midvale School for the Gifted line here...
Today's Lesson: it was homemade relish in that jar in the fridge after all, not homemade chili sauce. Either way I'm happy I didn't use it for lunch.
posted by Phillip at 4:42 PM
