Love Songs
i want to fill the world with silly love songs.
that's what sir paul sang to us at ajax's par-tay. his soft rock par-tay. it rocked, in a very soft way. but i guess someone squealed to his co-worker who was there about his blog so he had to take the blog out back and shoot it.
let us take a moment of silence for ajax's blog. now how will we know what happened at yogurt? nobody likes a rat.
i think one must ponder the existential questions inherent in mingling a blog habit with work. is this wise? i mean, i know some people i work with read this and anyone i work with could google me and find this... and yet i work and blog and blog about work. smart? no.
ajax, however, has a sprog so cannot laugh at the possibility of getting shit-canned. he must buy sprog food. must. and them sugary breakfast cereals aint cheap.
the soft rock party was also good because there was roasting of marshmallows! it was too bad FOX wasn't there though because sometimes marshmallows attack.
yes. it is true. much like the story of poor sigfreid and roy, after years of peaceful coexistence with the willy marshmallow -- seemingly well trained marshmallows -- master of roasting ajax was attacked by his beloved charge.
it was horrible. one minute he was instructing us on proper even-browning technique and the next minute the white squidgy blob turned violent, burst into flames, and lept onto his arm gnashing it's little white teeth. ajax was forced to defend himself with his fingers but for a anguished moment no one knew: who would win the battle? would ajax prevail or would we have a new marshmallow overlord? one who would show us the true meaning of soft rock?
luckily, ajax displayed ample pluck and won the day. then we filled the world with silly love songs. and went to bed. (but not together! jeez!)
on spatterday i did some sleeping. and some pre-packing. and some dog walking. then there was the pirate wedding.
the wedding of anne and alex was on the ship balclutha on hyde st. pier. it was kinda windy, but the fog lifted and the sun set behind the bridge and the bagpipes played and then we had a cutlass duel and i lost a hand.
i am very proud of anne and alex for doing the hitching right. love was in the air and, hey! two nights in a row we filled the world with silly love songs. whoop-whoop! they had me sign the marriage certificate as a witness, which was pretty cool, too.
then something else happened. what? what happened? tell me!
okay. sheez!
i went to the bar to get more drinks for my table; getting white wine for shimmy lisa and a glass of bubbly for myself, 'cause hey, wedding. lisa said, "well, white wine is like champagne without the bubbles." and i said, "champagne without the bubbles is like a short skirt without a breeze."
i like that. so i share it with you. i just want to fill the world with silly love songs.
on sunday i continued my vague packing motions. and spent a long time on the phone talking to my sweety-pie. she was driving back from a dive trip where she slaughtered 39 fish. very successful! she said it was real purty.
i wanted to do my part, too, so i ate some sushi. take that you bastard fish! i'm eating you for your own good! or something.
also; my brudder has decided to just freakn' move to new york so if anyone wants to live in an apartment with an obscene bathroom, it will be available soon.
and the moral of the story is: don't invite people from yr job to yr party if you have a blogg & everyone's drinking tequila.
another story: there was evidence of a mouse (poop). i set a "tip trap." it didn't work. i set a regular mousetrap. it worked. but the mouse wasn't dead. smashed on the torso. but not dead. and he looked at me, and squeeked, and shimmied. and then i put him in a plastic garbage bag where he suffocated. and i felt really bad. the end.
that's not a silly love song.
i dont even know why i told someone at my work i have a blogg. i dont even know if i want to blogg anymore if ajax isn't going to blogg too.
That party was so fun! Ajax rules.
yeah! and zack is really funny! and he has a nice butt, too!