zed zed

we were standing in a long line for gelatto. we happen to live by the best gelatto place in town and since gelatto here is like pizza in new york, that's saying something. plus, it's been forty degrees here and sticky. so we went to grab some cones before meeting black belt si at plan b, a bar we'd decided to scope out.

so we're standing in line for gelatto. as we near the front i tune in for a second to the guys behind us chatting. i'd been distracted by the gentleman in front of me because he had perfectly normal handlebar moustaches. the guys behind said something like "zed zed." it was a familiar sort of thing he said but i couldn't quite parse it. he said it again,

"zed zed top know how to rock."

that may be the awrsomest thing i've heard in a while.

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after bartlebee went home, black belt si and i continued to drink beer. this may have been a mistake. waiting for the tram that was never going to come we got into an argument. he's been talking to me about this thing called "tapping," which is vaguely like DIY-acupressure. i'd tried it out even though i'm a natural skeptic and did feel some benefit. at the time we'd been tapping to cure me of acrophobia. it didn't really take.

so we got into this argument of the sort that's only possible when both parties are slightly too sauced. i think it lasted an hour. in the end, though, we somehow unearthed some important stuff. i had a traumatic experience as a college student that's grown into a dreadlock. i've been unable to get the comb through it for a long time. i'd tell you about it but it involves cream cheese and rabbits and it's sort of embarrassing.

what i said there on lygon street at three in the morning was that i thought tapping was a way to key into your self-awareness. and like any ritual, it's not the ritual itself that's important but what the ritual allows you to do. and that i didn't think i could benefit from such rituals until i'd untangled that dreadlock. si heard that. and even drunk and tired it was good for me to cough it up like a gruesome hairball. to look at it now that i'm thirty-four and a vastly different person then when it first grew.

i'm looking at this hairball now that i clearly don't need and i'm watching it slowly piss off under my antagonistic stare. i've made progress on it before so i'm not going to celebrate too soon, but i did sleep soundly last night and i feel generally more whole.

i'm attempting to give up the need to always be in control (not of you, of me) so that's what's going on if i act unexpectedly. or if i start tapping on my head while we're talking.

si had to walk home as the trams sure don't run at 3:00. i expect he got home at quarter to four and had a day to recover before he earned his black belt in akido by squaring off with a pair of tigers armed with tridents. that's pretty rockin'.

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tonight we went to cancelled movies. we bought tickets to see an outdoor screening of The House of Flying Daggers but as we were on our way it started to rain. so they cancelled it and instead we got to walk around the park in the rain. when we left our house the ugly Abruzzi Club sign said it was 38 degrees. by the time we'd turned around and come home it was 24.

we still have left over mexican food.