Breakfast of Champions

today, on the MUNI, there was a nice young mother and her daughter. the daughter was maybe seven. the mother was eating pringles with some sort of be-cheesed powder on 'em. the daughter was eating a bag of miniature oreo cookies.

for breakfast.

now, granted, i don't eat breakfast so i shouldn't be going all bug-eyed here... but cookies? for breakfast? pringles? they weren't even orange juice flavored pringles. or cinnamon-honey graham cracker bear cookies with tiny marshmallows!

i wonder. is this an aberration for this family? did they just run out of grape nuts and need to make do on short notice or are they a pringles for breakfast sort of clan?

it is also quite possible, that you don't care.

why so uncaring? have a heart. take a moment for the other man. buy that girl a toaster strudel. with creamy chocolate filling and icing!

ugh.

i'd like to stop writing about breakfast now. instead i'd like to say a few words about old friends.

when is it okay to just let the old friends go?

in planning the wedding, i've needed to think back through all these people who were important to me at one time or another and decide which will get an invitation. it isn't easy. bartlebee and i have a lot of friends and we've HAD a lot of friends and we can't really afford to entertain more than a quarter of them.

when i was in high school, i was really close to this guy, Hambone. we sure did pal around! and then, through college and after, lots of around-paling! but somewhere over the past five years, Hambone's just stopped being responsive to phone calls. or maybe i've stopped being so willing to forgive his flakiness. either way. i used to consider him one of the life-long friends, but now... he's not on the invite list.

on the other hand, we've recently reconnected with a couple that we used to be all buddy-buddy with but whom we've been estranged from for a couple of years. that felt good! they're getting invites! go team!

it just feels sort of arbitrary, is all. if you happen to be on the friend radar now, you're on the invite list. god forbid you should get to be my friend next month. next month it will be too late.

and why did i decide to invite some of the old friends whom i don't talk to much or ever? like Button? she was one of my first girlfriends. we never even kissed! now she's got a baby and a husband and lives in alaska. we never call each other and only rarely email. but i'm inviting her.

i guess it don't make too much sense.

i'm trying to invite everyone i feel i need there. i'm trying not to invite anyone i feel i should invite. there are lots of people who fall between those two places.

sometimes i worry that people will get offended that they didn't get invited, but then i remember that it's a wedding and people understand that there are constraints.

when i win the lottery, i want to throw a big party and invite everyone whom i've ever cared about and pay for their travel and rent out a resort somewheres and hire rock bands to play and host an open bar and have a big old bbq. but there will only be one roll of toilet paper! and then i will release the giant man-eating spider-lizards.

maybe i need to go eat some breakfast.