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November 9, 2003
foaming at the mouth
Friday found me rather frazzled from the week, but not because work was overly demanding or unpleasant. By the end of the week my computer was up and functional at work, I had e-mail and was working furiously and joyfully on everything from press releases, website design, and statistical ranking information for my department. I think it was just the adjustment I'll have to go through that made me so scattered by the end of the week. It's a necessary period to deal with I'm sure.
After a brief attempt at a nap I pick up Don, who was fully decked out in promotional materials and clothing from the artisforlosers.com Fall lineup. We headed down to the southernmost tip of the District of Columbia to an area I had only been to once when lost. It's probably the least inhabited area of the District, with nothing but piles of rubble, power transformers, cement mixers and the club we were going to.
Ten has potential, once people are able to find it. And when they get a new DJ, things should pick up. I don't know where the cute boys were, but we'll give it another shot some other time.
The next morning was a very lucrative yard sale for the rugby team. I go over to my neighbor and teammate John's house to pick up him and all his old dresses he was donating to the cause. While I was waiting, a shady looking resident of our 'hood walks by on the way to the subway station, foaming at the mouth. I mean foaming so much it looks like he just gargled with laundry detergent...it was cascading out of his mouth onto his shirt. I just stood there dumbfounded. Later on at the yard sale I asked a team supporter with some nursing background what the fuck I had just seen. He said it was probably foaming due to a siezure induced by drug withdrawl. Now I had never even seen an animal foaming at the mouth, much less a person, but that was pretty freaky. I have got to move!
Later that night I drove waaay out to the hinterlands beyond the beltway for a former coworker's wife's birthday party and baby expectancy bash. It was a very mixed crowed, including a real life male-to-female transsexual. Those wild suburbanites...
I was able to get back to DC for some time at the Eagle. While the crowd was pretty cute, I was burnt out from the day, and went home at a reasonable hour. Today I got up for another teammate's brunch and some visits to other friends who live on the Hill. Got a run in around the Capitol grounds and a good workout. Tonight I chill and get to bed at a reasonable hour.
Posted by jimbo at November 9, 2003 6:37 PM
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and you saw me saturday night, decked out in my most fashionable bridge and tunnel meets bear meets brooks brothers wear, don't forget to mention that
Posted by: donald at November 9, 2003 11:08 PM
Oh yeah...and you steered me away from hitting on Lord of the Dance with big puffy sleeves. I was so drunk I just might have gone home with Michael Flaherty.
Posted by: jimbo at November 10, 2003 9:16 AM