Death by Cable Car
I was supposed to go out to lunch with my family, since my sister is in town from Eugene this weekend with her new boyfriend. And I did, but it turned out to be more of an ordeal than I’d been led to believe. I was thinking, great, drive down to P-town, have some lunch, see the sis, hang for a few hours, sounds fun. But then I got there, and Lindsay and Kit had gone to In n’ Out. Um….OK. I thought we were going for lunch? Oh, we are….in San Francisco. Where we will proceed to spend 6+ hours riding the cable car in the frigid drizzle and browsing the tourist traps at Pier 39. That was more than I was expecting to deal with. Especially considering the lack of sleep and degree of hungoverness I was experiencing at the time. See, I had been up drinking too much beer and having my ass handed to me, repeatedly, in a friendly little game of pool at Michelle’s. Until roughly 2am. I was actually planning to go to a couple of parties that night, but apparently, nothing was destined to work out according to plan this weekend. Not that that’s a bad thing. I’d much rather write songs and drunkenly harmonize to the Smiths than party with a bunch of people I barely know. IT would’ve been fun, but I think things worked out for the better.
I tore through Stephen Chbosky’s The Perks of Being a Wallflower this week, after Erin insisted I borrow Morgan’s copy. I highly enjoyed it. It’s one of those fast, easy, and involving reads that sucks you right in, and you find yourself reading a little bit every chance you get. Waiting for the kettle to boil in the morning? Read a few pages. Commercial break during the Daily Show? Read a few pages. Etc. etc., ad infinitum.
Speaking of the Daily Show, Jon Stewart’s recent Crossfire appearance (which is available in text and video forms all over the internets) is the most inspiring and astounding pieces of television I’ve seen in recent memory. More powerful than a locomotive, and more unexpected than an uncontested Florida election result. My hero.
Favorite new website: Girls Are Pretty. It’s genius, I swear it.
This site is such a Livejournal. Did I actually used to write about anything with any substance? Probably not. But it seems like I did at some point. But substance requires effort, and that’s not something I have a good relationship with.
Hmm. A bunch of other stuff happened, but I don’t remember most of it. There’s probably a reason for that. I’ll remember it later. And promptly forget to write about it. Which is probably no huge loss.
