Rampid Byter

Friday was a good day. I started writing the procedure document for the software I’ve been monitoring the past few weeks at work. It’s a pretty big document thus far, and there is still much to put into it so they can do without me for a week.

After I left work I met up with my step brother for what we call gay man night out because when we’re seen in public apparently women think we’re a couple. As he’s said before it probably doesn’t help that when we order desert we share it asking for two spoons. I guess that sends strange signals, and in today’s strange world people just assume.

Anyway, it started off really nice, went out to Mt. Adams, and spent the next twenty minutes just finding a dang place to park. It’s freaking impossible I tell you. We ended up parking about two blocks down the hill, and had to walk up to the Mt. Adams bar and grill. While there we ordered some sandwhiches, sat waiting for about ten minutes, and the waiter wanders back over to inform us that he’s forgotten our order. First time that’s ever happened to me at a restraint before.

So after telling him again we waited around longer, and finally get the appetizers we ordered the first time.  Something called ‘Bangers’, which is sausage wrapped in a butter roll. They weren’t too bad, really spicy, and again our waiter neglected to fill our drinks after eating the hot stuff. So needless to say we weren’t exactly thrilled with the service there, but who cares it was nice to be at the beginning of the weekend. I was looking forward to going to the play house in the park.

After scarfing down a bbq sandwich, some bangers, and about two mt dews it was time to head out to the play. It was only a couple of minutes in the opposite direction back up the hill, and we pulled around back to park. Walking into the place was an eclectic group of people, some seemingly wealthy, and some seemingly common. A few women rolled up in full length fur coats and some looked plain trashy. I still don’t understand the fur coat thing. I like animal pelts but honestly they’re not very aesthetically pleasing. Leather coats are nice, but those massive fur pelts strapped to an overweight lady just does them no justice.

Walking into the play an older man took a spill onto the stage. The poor man laid there after smashing face first into the hardwood, and hit so hard his shoe actually went flying. Everyone just kind of stood/sat there stunned. Many went to the aid of the man, who at this point has to be extremely embarrassed, and tried to help him. I uttered something like, man that looks like something that’d happen to me, and my step brother agreed.

With that out of the way the play started off with a women counting sheep. It went something like 1, 2, … 20. There would then be the sound of time advancing, the moon displaying on the wall changed shape, and then more counting. 400, 401, … and it went on. Again the sounds of rushing time, the moon changed shape once more, 13,001, 13,002 … 13,008 fucking sheep, and that’s when the f-bomb was dropped. It wouldn’t be the last time the f-bomb was dropped let me tell you.

The play was about a woman who suffers from extreme insomnia, to the point where she’s on the brink of suicide, and is told by her therapist turn friend that she’s got familiar familia insomnia a terminal disease. This leads her on a trip to Italy to confirm whether she’s directly related to a single Italian family who is the only genetically inflicted people in the world. Long story short, she doesn’t have the disease, and the whole reason for the insomnia is a sub-conscious delusion that she’s going to fail in marriage again. She leaves Italy headed home to be with her fiancé whom she dumped before she left, and they reunite.

Unfortunately during this time my knee again started to burn, and half way during the performance I had to stand up in order to pop it. It worked for about ten minutes and again I had to ask my step brother to move a seat over so I could stretch my leg out. It detracted from the whole experience being pulled out of the moment, and I know it had to annoy my step brother. The play was fantastic though, and the cast couldn’t have been better. They did spit a lot while giving their dialog, but really bravo.

Offbeat, Plays

Tonight is big ambiguously gay outing with my step brother tonight, and tonight’s venue will be a nice play at the playhouse in the park. It’s a lot of fun going out with my ex-step brother because every time, and I mean every time we go out people think we’re gay. We went to the movies, and then to a really nice Italian restraint the waitress thought we were ‘together’. It didn’t help there was an actual gay couple behind us, and that I still look strikingly like I’m 17.

So we play around with peoples minds when they start to think that. My ex-step brother, whose back on the market, will play with the waitresses saying he’s not gay, and then I’ll thwart his attempt to make them believe otherwise by acting offended that he’s ashamed of me. It’s fantastic fun, but still kind of disheartening to think that I’m instantly pegged as being gay. I need to start keeping my fiancé around when I go out so people don’t get the wrong impression, but again who really cares? I enjoy hanging out with my ex-step brother and becoming more cultured.

Tonight the play is about a woman who becomes so sleep deprived she risks it all by traveling to Venice in search of a world renowned sleep therapist, and the adventures along the way. I’m anxiously looking forward to it. Plays are interesting, they get you out of your house, and you get to watch adults pretend to be other people. I imagine this, during the renaissance period, was very similar to going into a chat-room in today’s age pretending to be someone else.

Anyway, it’s still rainy as hell outside. I left my coat in my fiancés car when I went out for her birthday dinner, so needless to say I’ve been getting soaked going into work every morning. Unfortunately, it’s seemed to have caught up to me as I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather.

In interesting news I got an email from my long time estranged ex-fiancé, who is going through a divorce, and started to ask me about my life once more. The sad thing was she also mentioned she’s been giving elusions to the movie with Julia Roberts called ‘My best friends wedding’, and I’m assuming this can only mean she is trying to come back in her own weird way. She’s now a mother of three, from two different men, and now a divorcée who is pregnant with her fourth child. No thanks. I’ve only recently started to manage a normal life and I really am not interested in going back to an emotionally chaotic relationship with someone whose loyalty is only as strong as the inverse ration to her own libido. Not to mention someone who’s vindictive, manipulating, and did I mention the kids? I’ve got nothing against her now, but really have a hard time believing I lived in Las Vegas near her for all that hassle. I had to rant about it.

Today is another interesting day because here at my client site two long term IT professionals have decided to leave. They’ve been working here upwards of eighteen years and are leaving the company. There is a lot of that going on around here with layoffs, early retirements, and the influx of new contractors. They’re in a state of turmoil with the industry going south, economy, and the general lack of stability in the company as a whole. I wish everyone here luck. I can easily say this is the most fantastic group of people I’ve ever had the pleasure to work with. I feel like I’ve been here a long time, and almost feel at home among everyone who works here.

On another front I have surgery in t-minus four days. We’ll see how that turns out.

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