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December 26, 2002

it let snow

I had a mellow Christmas eve and day for the most part. I started driving up to Baltimore Tuesday evening in the 'snowstorm', vowing that if the traffic on the BW Parkway slowed to under 30mph I would turn around. No sense in driving 2 hours to a party. Sure, the road was slushy but y'all didn't need to drive so damn slow, so I turned around.

I blew Wednesday by spending most of the day playing Civ. The roads were better that evening so when I went up to BWI to pick up Gurl it was a more pleasant experience. When we got back we went to Biddy MacFurghahans' for a nice Irish dinner (Mmm...Guiness) with Honest John. John is so painfully honest he kills me. He just says it like it is, a very rare thing in DC. He can be a bit lascivious at times, but is generally refreshing. And he pays for dinner too. Important note: Jimbo is eternally grateful when you feed him. That's how my ex snagged me. Not through my dick, heart or mind, but through my stomach.

However, a wierd thing happened at dinner. This young Chandraesque girl came up to us and started chatting. At first I thought she was drunk and hitting on one of us (honey, puh-leez!), but then I realized she was up to something. She said the guy she was talking to at the bar was Antonio Banderas, and asked if we wanted to chat. Obviously, she wasn't a DC native, for when you see someone somewhat famous or powerful out on the town, you just don't go up to them like a bumpkin and start chatting it up - it's just not done here, as I'm sure is the same in L.A. or NYC. It wasn't Banderas either - his plastic surgery was better than the real thing.

She obviously thought she was witty and pulling some prank a la Jackass or something. It kinda backfired as the Three Wise Queens had finer wool to be pulled over their eyes. I was incensed at her assumption that we were fools, but John and Gurl took it in stride. I should have walked up to the faux Banderas when we left saying "Hey, your friend says you're Chris O'Donnell, and you're lookin' for some Holiday Action tonight, wanna come home with me?" But I didn't.

It was an interesting study in Jimboism. I flipped out at the immorality of the exchange, while it slipped off John and Gurl. I get the impression that people think I'm Miss Manners or a 10th level Lawful Good Paladin sometimes (sans warhorse and +3 Holy Defender lonsword).

I guess it's due to my upbringing and circle of friends growing up. I am a bit naive...the ex was continually amused by my wonder at some social complexities. My youth was generally blissful and idyllic, and even then I was ignorant of many things going on right under my nose.

So wrongs disturb me, and I don't think practical jokes and the like are funny. They are done at the expense of others, which is inherently wrong. When someone in a bar tells me "I like to fuck with people," I try to get away from them as soon as possible. I just don't get that kind of behavior. I am quick to judge and declare righteous statements about others, and it takes a long time to prove me wrong.

But you should meet some of my posse from Western Wisconsin. Travis the Righteous comes to mind. He makes me look impartial. On one Luther League youth ministry trip to San Antonio, we went to Sea World and were settling down to watch Shamu (v.3.0) show his stuff. Before the show the announcer stated that there was no smoking in the auditorium. Someone was puffing away right in front of us, and Little Mr. Teen Morality Travis tapped him on the shoulder and stated "Excuse me, there's no smoking here." Another time, when we were driving to the mall for some Midwest mayhem, Travis was disappointed that the folks in front of us were driving a few miles under the speed limit. Shouting out the car window, he judged them "It's the pedal on the RIGHT!". These are the people who shaped my life.

Posted by jimbo at December 26, 2002 11:57 AM

Comments

Posted by: Gurl at December 27, 2002 1:52 PM