Didn’t post much last week because I just didn’t have much to talk about. Get up, go to work, go to the gym, go home. For some reason, it just seemed like that’s all it was.
But I did go to a couple of barbecues on Saturday. First was my buddy Greg’s usual ATF party. It’s really a company thing, his buddies from work and whoever is being rotated through from their Malaysian subsidiary come up, drink beer, eat smoked ribs, and watch the Malaysians shoot the machine gun. It’s all quite legal, unless there’s some law against all the ribs I end up eating. There was a lot of complaining about the company they all work for.
Then I went to my old boss’ annual Carribean party where I got to listen to my ex-co-workers complain bitterly about the place I used to work.
One of the reasons a single male goes to parties is to meet women. The other reason is free beer. At Greg’s barbecues, the only single women are usually in grade school. Most everyone is married. At Steve’s parties, there’s usually an estrogen shark-tank of women circling Steve. He’s what you’d call an eligible bachelor with a house and an income that’s probably three times what mine is. They’re not there for the geeks and the longest conversation I had with a woman (discounting old friends since I’m already in the “F” category with them) was, “Excuse me.” “Oh, sorry.”
I take that back. The longest conversation was, “Is that the garbage?” “Yes it is.” I’m quite the charmer.
The biggest disappointment was that after 4 whole drinks spaced over 10 hours, I was hung over all of Sunday and took naps from 9-11 and from 1-5. I can no longer drink more than about 2 beers in a day. There are things you think you can count on in your old age and sometimes they let you down. (Stupid liver.)
Now I’m house sitting and I’m having troubles setting up my laptop here. I haven’t used it in a while, because how many computers can you use in a day? I’m pretty topped out at close to two dozen (counting the ones at work), and so the laptop kind of sits around.
It’s nice up here, though. I’m in Healy Heights, a ritzy sort of neighborhood, at my friend John’s parents house. It’s a comfortable house with a guest bedroom in the daylight basement, and I can barely hear the buses going by.
Oh, another disappointment is the free iPod site. After reading in Wired magazine that the guys actually do cough up free iPods, I had my sister sign up and I tried to give her my referral. I even signed up for a credit card I’ll never use so she could get an iPod. But somehow, the weird site didn’t like my Mac browser, and instead of giving her a referral, I ended up signing myself up to the site. I hope she gets enough referrals. If anyone is feeling sorry for me, you can go to my referral link and sign up for something silly. Like the article says, you can always cancel the offers. Don’t think I won’t be grateful. I will. Very.