Happy Pi Day! I waited until today so that I could say that. I remember Pi from school, but I don’t know how I would use it as an adult. I know what the symbol means, but I’ve never needed to use it as an adult. If I saw it in an equation, I would know what numbers were needed, and I know it has something to do with circles, radius, diameter, and the like, but that’s about it. I was going to look it up today, but then I realized: I don’t really care about Pi, I care about pizza! Any excuse to get pizza, is a good excuse. I am a numbers person, so any number nerdy thing I can find interest in, I take. For some strange reason I had the feeling this week to try to organize a pizza party. I’m glad I talked myself out of it. My wife and I were even going to go to our favorite pizza place tonight, but I just got off the phone with her, deciding that she’d rather just have pizza at home. I get it. It’s raining here. That may not be a problem where you’re from, but around here, that means: eww. It’s been raining all week. I kind of like it, but people don’t come here for the rain. Not only the rain, but, going back a minute, I’ve heard of a lot of situations where people make plans for Friday night, then back out when it arrives. It probably deserves some kind of fancy name. I’m not sure if it has one already. Something like: Friday Night Backout Syndrome. It’s easy to think you’ll be ready for Friday night festivities, but then, towards the end of the day, the reality of a long work week hits you, and all your plans don’t seem as much fun as the couch and a cocktail. I suppose it’s more of an aging person thing, the excitement of Friday night shenanigans lingering from the depths of our memory, no longer desired.
St. Patrick’s Day on a Monday kind of
sucks. We have a couple of friends that we usually spend it with, but they’re
working, so no festivities this year. I just like corned beef and cabbage, I
don’t really have any feelings about St. Patrick’s Day. I will still get some.
I like to get them the day after, when they’re on sale. I don’t have to eat it
on a particular day. It seems that most of the celebrations around here are
happening on Saturday. I won’t be attending any. Unless I get some last-minute
invite. I thought it was weird, I heard on the news that the CHP is doing full
enforcement, with DUI checks all weekend. Another reason for the couch and the
cocktail! I can’t believe they’re treating it with such importance. A whole
weekend! Wow. Halloween doesn’t even get that. Maybe St. Patrick’s Day will be
switched to the Saturday closest to the 17th. Because, like
Halloween, does the 17th matter? I’ve never heard anybody even talk
about St. Patrick on St. Patrick’s Day! If the person doesn’t matter, then the
date doesn’t matter. No one wants green beer on a Monday. Well, I’m not sure
anyone really “wants” green beer. It’s a good reminder that spring is on its
way. It’s always fun to have a reason to celebrate, regardless of the actual
date. We may be on to something here. Although, for those of us that celebrate
the Equinox, two weekends of parties could be too much. Well, I guess no one’s
throwing Equinox ragers. At least I haven’t heard of any. I think we’ll be
fine. It is mostly a spring celebration anyway, and apparently people like to
dress up in green and pretend to be Irish. I won’t be pretending. I’m asked on
almost a daily basis whether or not I’m Irish. I have no need to pretend. I
also don’t pretend to be Mexican on Cinco de Mayo, but that doesn’t stop me
from drinking tequila!
Dinner with my parents last week went
well. We went to our local sushi spot. I always get the same thing. That’s what
I go there for. It was nice, but it’s always a little awkward trying to catch
up in a public place. First of all, you’re busy looking at the menu, that makes
it hard to talk. Second of all, there are other people around, and you may not
want them hearing what you’re saying. Especially these days! We live in a
fairly “red” city, and we are all fairly “blue.” I consider myself a centrist,
and would probably never go with “a” party. But, as we were talking about
current events, it became clear to me that we may have not been amongst “friends,”
as it were. Nothing happened, I just noticed myself being concerned that there
were a lot of East County folk in there. We hadn’t seen each other in a while,
and there was a bit to talk about. Oh well, I seemed like the only one who was
concerned. I’m not sure they noticed. I’ll let it go. I’m going to jam with my
friend Lance on Sunday. He’s from the camping group. Last camping trip he
mentioned me possibly playing bass for him and his son’s project. I thought we
were talking about “down the road,” but apparently, he wasn’t. Before we left
for the RKL show last week, he pulled me aside and asked quietly, if I’d be
interested. I thought it was weird the way he asked, almost not wanting anyone
to hear. I said I’d give it a shot. Then after the show, he somehow got my
number. Asked me again. Told me to let him know when I wanted to come out to
his house. I said “okay.” Then he called me again on Wednesday! I was like:
Okay, this guy’s serious. So, he finally nailed me down, and we’re getting
together Sunday afternoon. It should be fun, we’ve jammed before, but this is
starting to seem like he might actually have something going on.
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