Saturday, November 27, 2004

Existentialist Malaise: The Holiday Special

Presenting my blog's very own made-for-tv Lifetime original Holiday Special: Existentialist Malaise and Why The Holidays Tend to Suck Ass.

But before I go into that, I want to post some pictures of the incredibly cute boy that was captured my interest in Richmond.



Butterflies in my stomach, he's so cuute. Listen, I know what you all are thinking. Cynical Adam is turning soft on us. I assure you I am not. Well maybe just a little.
So, this being Thanksgiving and all, it is the beginning of the holiday season. As Dickens put it best, it is “the best of times” and the “worst of times.” I love certain aspects of the, shall we say, Winter Solstice/Yuletide holidays. I like the cold weather, being around good friends, food, alcohol, presents, decorations, and having a special person to snuggle with. Awww. On the other hand I hate the total hypocrisy of the “Christmas spirit,” the strange ways the human herd starts behaving, and that feeling of lonliness that can sometimes come with the darker longer nights. It’s a strange time of year. And like it or not it has begun.
And with a bang. I had Thanksgiving with the family, which was surprisingly very good. Not that it’s ever bad, for some reason this year it tasted really good. Normally I don’t get all worked up about “bland” food like turkey and mashed potatoes etc., but this year it was excellent.
I think the combination of turkey and way too many glasses of wine I sort of passed out. When I came out of my stupor I talked to a bunch of people on the phone until the wee hours of the morning when I remembered I’d promised to go shopping with my friends Kurt and Bob! By this time I’d gotten my second wind so-to-speak. So I only got 2-3 hours of sleep before
My alarm clock went off at 6:00 am. I seriously debated pussing out and going back to bed, but I got up and met Kurt at Starfucks er, I mean Starbucks. Ugh dawn! Bob showed up and we went to hit up the sales at Target. Maybe it was the lack of sleep we all had, but we were acting childish as hell. Scratch that, THEY were acting childish. We were joking that they were the two kids and I was always being the Daddy telling them to behave.
After that Bob drove us to Fair Oaks Mall but I don’t think any of us actually bought anything. Later Bob drove us into the city and we stopped by Kurt’s job (the State Department incidentally) so he could get his paycheck and we ate nearby at a Chinese restaurant Kurt’s fond of called the Magic Gourd on 23rd St in the Foggy Bottom neighborhood . Afterwards we went to Dupont, and walked around. It was a pretty cold day today! But in the sun it wasn’t so bad so we sat on the street patio of Cosi- (which I will always remember by it’s former name Xando) and people-watched until the sun dipped behind the highrises and it got too cold. From there we hit up The Leather Rack which as the name suggests in an adult/Leather store. We looked at porn and buttplugs, and I saw a leather harness that I actually kinda like. Should I be admitting that?
Oh god, and after eating leftovers from last night I feel stuffed like a turkey and tired as hell. But before I hit the hay, two subjects that came to mind today: First,
Fortune Cookies
Ok, I have this thing with fortune cookies. It all started months ago while eating at City Lights of China on Connecticut Ave. As usual the fortune cookie comes with the check at the end of the meal (along with supernaturally sweet oranges...I suspect there is an “ancient Chinese secret” involved in them). Anywho, I opened my fortune cookie to find… NOTHING! No fortune. So I shrugged it off as a mere coincidence.
Until a month later while eating at Thai-phoon (what a lovely pun, but not as good as Thai-tanic haha!) I got another fortune cookie. Without a damn fortune. Everyone else got one but not me. So I told the waitress, and she looked at me like I had Ebola or the Bubonic Plague (I guess not getting a fortune is a bad omen), so she quickly got me another one. And guess what? NOTHING.
Now, any mathmeticians out there, will you please calculate the statistical chances of that happening 3 times in a row!! Furthermore, what does this mean for me? That I have no future?!
Well today at the Magic Gourd my bad luck streak officially ended. My fortune cookie (which I was understandably apprehensive about opening) read: “You will be surrounded by good friends.” How true, how true.
Marianne -- The Romantic
You're Mariane Dashwood from Sense &
! You are the romantic
youngster, also found in Jane Austen's work as
Catherine of Northanger Abbey and
possibly Georgiana Darcy of Pride and
. You wander through life like Red
Riding Hood in the forest, picking wildflowers
and humming a happy song... and you can't see
the wolf right in front of you! Ruled by heart
and not by head, you are best advised to to
learn a little caution, before you are forced
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Oh, and the other thing, after a rather large Long Island Iced Tea after lunch at the Magic Gourd I left my pack of cigarettes which included my very precious “Liechtenstein Lighter” that you all complement me on when you see it. It’s basically an intricate silver lighter holder I bought during a bus ride back in 2002 I took from Munich to Lucerne in Switzerland. The bus stopped in Liechtenstein for a lunch break, so I figured what the hell…I explored the town of Vaduz, which is about the size of Dupont Circle. Anyway, in the tacky little gift shop I came across that lighter and loved it dearly. I’m still upset I lost it! I wonder if I’ll ever be able to replace it. Such is life.

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