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March 7, 2004

you know you're ___ when...

You know you're a geek when: you and your best friend refer to each other in terms of Dungeons and Dragons character classes.

Jimbo: Gurl, is it supposed to rain today?
Gurl: I don't know! You're the druid!

This weekend the weather vacillated from humid to dry to sunny to rain and windy and back again. Each time the varying pressure fronts changed, this druid's head would throb. Must have been a clogged sinus or something. It felt like when I took my PADI scuba diving test with a sinus infection, and I ascended too fast and something busted up there in my head. Please remove the ninja stars from my cerebral cortex!

A gigante iced coffee and a haircut helped a little, and on Saturday Jon, Gabriel and I went to a photography exibit at the Kathleen Ewing Gallery on Connecticut Ave. Aquarium featured photographs of public aquaria from around the world. Looks like I need to go to Lisbon and Vancouver, as their fish tanks rock.

Later in the evening I tore myself from some Civ, and went to Rimmington's, DC's premiere country/western bar cuz my buddy Keith just started working there. He took the job to get some socialization as his normal job workin' from home was driving him crazy. I normally don't go there unless it's to play pool during the week, and last night was another reminder why I don't go there on Saturdays. Too crowded, I don't line dance or two-step, look-but-don't touch faux military look atmosphere, and I don't recall the last time there was a cattle drive in the District of Columbia, so I find the pretense a bit amusing.

Then I went over to the Eagle to meet up with Pascal from Montreal. Mitzh was there too and we did our wallflower act for a while. Looks like I have a place to crash in Montreal with a very charming Frenchman anytime. Pascal and I had a good time talking, and you know you're getting older (or more mature) when you both agree during the chat that neither of you really wants to sleep with each other, and you both find it amicable.

But you know you've got a drug problem when: you are cracked out of your gourd amongst the patrons of the Eagle with a minor beer buzz, and Jimbo has to steady you and ask if you're OK. There was an aquaintance of mine there who's a bit outside my circle of friends who seemed to be on some heavy combo of G, E, K and/or Tina, tottering about with pupils the size of dinner plates. Hon, couldn't you wait until you got to Nation? At least you would have blended in a bit better. And gurl, people were talkin' and shakin' their heads at you. Reminded me of Addaboy's entry from last weekend that kinda haunted me after reading it.

Posted by jimbo at March 7, 2004 2:05 PM

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