Get Behind Me Monday, June 13, 2005

A weekend of pains in the ass. On Friday, your correspondent was bouncing Wrong Turn Jr. on an exercise ball--it's the only way Daddy can get the squeaker off to sleep--when the thing blew apart and sent us both to the Pergo. Wrong Turn Jr., safe in a chest sling, drank everything in for a moment, then started bawling. Daddy did the same, but launched into frank Anglo-Saxon instead.

At any rate, Daddy re-learned an important truth: Your body has parts that you could go a lifetime not thinking about--but if something goes wrong with them, you can't think about anything else. Well, I exaggerate; the only things that hurt were walking, sitting and bending at the waist.

In the middle of all that, we saw another spectacularly crummy house. Mrs. WTJ and I have decided to start looking at two-bedroom places as well, to keep our costs down some. We quickly realized that any two-bedroom place worth a damn was going to be just as pricey as the three-bedroom joints: Anyplace we can afford is cheap for a reason. Such as: a bar-and-grill interior, a demilitarized backyard and a basement that would scare an Andalucian Jesuit. Just to add to the gaiety, the current "tenant" spent the whole time hanging over our shoulders, and didn't bother to take down the bar tab magnetized to the fridge.

Redeeming the weekend were dinner with friends on Saturday, where your correspondent got blasted for the first time in many, many years. Don't worry, dear readers: It was just frozen margaritas, which is something like getting drunk on Italian ices. Then, on Sunday, a surprise party for a buddy who got his MBA after years of beavering. Wrong Turn Jr., as usual, stole the show: that smile, those eyes...the kid is a twenty-three-pound pheromone. Yours truly charmed two plates of meatballs and botched a game of bocce. The less said about my Wiffle Ball at-bat, the better.

My ass aside, these are good times. Two of my friends have just gotten postgrad degrees, two couples have babies on the way, one of the new papas just had a play workshopped with a prestigious group, everybody seems to be looking for a new house, maybe even a new career...it's one of those Kierkegaard moments, when anything can happen. Stay tuned.

@ 6:58:00 AM,

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