Friday is Rancid Lunch Meat Day at the office, it’s when everyone gets together and trudges down to Subway to consume parasitic animal flesh. It’s also the day when I stop drinking water at noon- so as to not have to go to the bathroom after lunch-ugh-it’s like the Cloverfield monster lives in the loo. That being said, I survived Friday AND this morning at my place of employment, the past few weeks have been fairly easy workwise. The boss is hardly around, he is gearing up for his big July 4th hoo hah, there are three owners here and they all have a hoo hah, one has the Christmas hoo ha, one has the Thanksgiving hoo hah and now it’s my bosses turn for his hoo hah. I went to ONE Christmas hoo hah, enough! You know those horror stories about office Christmas parties…drunken coworkers, drugs galore, dirty old men, horny old sales women….yeah, it was that. Anyway, who wants to hang out with the boss on your day off, it’s like LUNCH WITH THE COMMANDANT, I’ll pass… He did ask me this morning if I was attending the hoo hah, he caught me off guard “I can’t go” then he asked why….you know sometimes I wonder about my brain, it does some strange shit, you would think the easy answer would be that I’m going away, I already made other plans, but this is what falls out of my cake hole when asked why I won’t be attending AGAIN this year “I have an audiance with the pope”…I need some lithium.
Tonight we are going to Symphony Hall to see Judy Garland, well it’s a film of her concert at Carnegie Hall, but the Boston Symphony Orchestra will be playing the music…delicious…more importantly my favorite bartender promised to make me a pear martini..all is right with the world, so far.
This is my newest tattoo, the one I got over Memorial Day weekend, it’s a Celtic symbol standing for life, death, rebirth. Three of my tattoos are Celtic mystical symbols, all three hurt like hell, I liked it…That Which Does Not Kill Us Makes Us Stronger…that used to be on the back of a t-shirt I had when I played rugby, now THAT almost killed me..rugby, that was a bad idea I had. Anyway I love tattoos, and will soon have another, but first I have to get a road bike, I love my hybrid, but I ride with someone who has a high end road bike I work alot harder, my bike weighs more and the gearing is different on a hybrid…so now I have a Cannondale fund…hopefully by the end of riding season all of my cans and bottle money will have added up!
