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November 29, 2003
go now, get trampled at wal-mart
It's Saturday, and I just got back from the beach a day early. I had planned on staying the whole weekend, but found our quaint 'cottage' was a bit cramped. There was really only one bed in it, in the upstairs loft of the one-room building. Two people slept in that. I slept on the pull-out couch with Shane, between the bathroom and the entry door. 4 guys, one room, one bed. It sounds like fun, but if you went to the beach for some holiday rest, it was not to be had.
Thus, a light sleeper like me is inevitably awakened either by late-comers (Midnight-2am) or early risers - happy morning sunshine be in the bathroom for a whole fucking hour scuffling around primping housemates. After she was done I did a brief primping myself and shot outta there in the direction of my own comfy bed at home.
I was thankful I got to the beach in a record 2 hours on a holiday evening. I was thankful to have gotten some cold dinner leftovers from Shane's friends (leftovers are better). I am thankful my holiday shopping is done so I don't have to get knocked unconscious at Wal-Mart to buy a fucking DVD player.
Read the story/link above. It's really sad. It makes me want to overhaul the whole holiday thing. Like Bubba, I will not go to Wal-Mart anymore either. A fucking siren to announce when the store opens? I'm not a goddamn pavlovian beast. That's just ugly. Well, I already do my own low-stress holiday thing for the most part. I avoid travelling during the holidays, prefering to see my family without pretense or pressure. I purchase gifts within my financial means far ahead of the Thanksgiving weekend rush. Then I step back from the whole thing Nov. 28 through Jan. 1.
Well, there's that whole birthday thing of mine between Christmas and New Year's, but I digress...
The company at my friend's home on Wednesday was civil, interesting and chatty (for which I am also thankful), and the drinks were strong. I had hoped the dinner would be served when I was told it would, but I should have rewound back to the last time I had dinner there. It was again long-delayed. As it turned out, I had to be on my way to the beach before anything was ready at all. Mental notes: smaller thanksgiving dinners are more timely and intimate; the way my metabolism is, do eat something before dinner is said to be served; don't make a date for anything else after dinner, lest dinner be delayed.
The beach was quiet as expected, but no one should ever go to Rehoboth Beach during the off-season when one's honey pot is all aflame, as all the gayfolk there are either partnered or packed into a small cottage with no privacy like I was.
As underfed as I am, at least I'm the only one in DC with abs showing. Perhaps I should go to Nation tonight.
Posted by jimbo at November 29, 2003 2:35 PM
Comments
They Offered to hold the DVD player, hell no! If I was the manager i would have given it to her for free as well as offer to pay for the medical expenses.
I never did like shopping or going to malls, thank god for On-Line shopping!
Posted by: Dax at November 30, 2003 8:57 AM