Missing.

4 October 2012

In DC, I took classes at the DC Improv. In my second class, I met a woman called Bri Lux. She made (and continues to make) the point that her name sounds like the cheese, but IS NOT spelled like the cheese. She clearly has issues.

Nevertheless, we became friends during our time at the Improv and soon realised we were neighbors across the river in Virginia.

On a day like today, I am already missing her company. Fall is in the air. I shivered as I drove to work with the window barely cracked and Kimbra’s Vows pumping through the car’s inadequate speakers. On a day like today, we would text one another and meet up at Fireworks, a pizza joint in Arlington, VA with a dessert consisting of STILL-COOKING, but SLIGHTLY-UNCOOKED cookie dough. We would sit outside and drink beers and eat vegetarian pizzas and discuss work and jokes and relationships.

Then, she does something that makes me miss her even more.

I miss her. I am proud of her. You should follow her on Twitter – @brinotbrie (See, I told you she had issues.)

I’ve been looking so long, at this picture of loo

22 October 2011

Time passes and the distance between us grows.

How I’ve missed you all. As you know, the bulk of my time has been involved in work and will continue to be so for a couple more weeks.

So, here is a break, a breather. A chance to tell you a little bit about what has been happening.

GF and I discovered a miniature golf course (putt-putt) near a suburban shopping center. The putt-putt course was within an establishment also containing a driving range. (Who knew stoves could get licenses?*) I have never been to such a place before. I found it quite odd. Some patrons were carrying buckets containing ice and Corona beers and some patrons were sitting in a club house structure watching sporting events at a high volume (decibel-wise, not quantity-wise).

During our putt-putt adventure, GF scored a hole in one! Our trip included a visit to Johnny Rockets restaurant, in which I felt bad for the employees, all of whom had to dress as if they actually worked in a diner from the 1950s. Interesting to note- There was a painting on the wall of kids eating something from the restaurant. The kids were wearing baseball uniforms. One of the kids was African American, even though I doubt he would have been welcome at the diner in the 1950s. Thanks Johnny Rockets for erasing the past.

We ended the day by going to Macy’s. The Macy’s was creepy. Here is the bathroom, which was fine.

Bathroom

Stay tuned for an upcoming post in which I describe two different dancing experiences.

*Alternate joke A- Who knew an open region in which animals can graze could get licenses? Alternate joke B- Who knew a series of things in a line (especially mountains) could get licenses?

Query as folk

11 October 2011

Blah. Ick!

Hello friends and loves and prepubescent plankton.

As I alluded to at some point (I think), I am spending most of my time at work or traveling for work these days, leaving a small amount of time for other pursuits including writing this here blog.

Consider this a warning that all content up until November 8 will most likely be drivel (more drivelous than usual) and incoherent (more incoherentous than usual).

Let’s play a game:

I’ll give you sets of words and you make a question with those words and leave them in the comments section of this post. I’ll give you an example to get you started:

Example set: hummingbird capture what tapestry jive cellophane Morrissey the avocado

Answer: What jive cellophane tapestry capture the Morrissey avocado hummingbird?

Here we go!

Set 1: Space human tires flail a an if can oxygen Wellington

Set 2: Decaffeinated orange run type kill pumpkin mansion are the flights

Good luck.

A West-ed Development

8 October 2011

Good evening beautiful friends.

Today’s weather was the kind of perfection that makes me miss the West, which I am sure my friend MP is happy to hear. I know he wants me to move back to Utah, shave, buy a Jazz jersey, marry a nice Mormon girl (GF can reconvert right?) and settle somewhere in Utah County. Well, this weather may make part of his wish come true. (I will never completely eschew the beard because I want people to remember that no matter what I say or accomplish, I am a lazy, dirty man at heart.)

GF and I were looking for something to watch earlier. We turned on the Wii (not a difficult task, as I just had to show it some leg and promise it sweet nothings) and began looking for Halloween creepy films that were not too frightening. We stumbled across Haunted Honeymoon, starring Gene Wilder, Gilda Radner and Dom Deluise. Watch it if you enjoy laughing.

GF and I later went to fulfill my latest addiction to pumpkin spice lattes. I can’t help it. They are like kissing God if God was made of sweet, sweet sugary fall sap. While we sat outside the coffee shop, a woman who could have subscribed to AARP Magazine and wearing a bicycle helmet told us about Occupy DC and the fact that she went earlier in the day and then began yelling at us about the American people and Blackwater and banging her keys on our table. She then walked away.

We then walked to a restaurant called Il Radicchio (which is Italian for “sick Redneck”) and ate food after ordering.

Now we are sitting in our apartment. GF is finishing a puzzle version of Starry Night and I am typing and we are both watching the Phineas and Ferb Halloween special.

We will soon go to a birthday party in DC for our friend KR. I hope to have many fun stories of interactions with people at the location (One Lounge).