For those of you who live in Columbus, you will no doubt understand this. The rest of you fortunate souls, bear with me as I explain.
I was plannning on writing a really long meditation on death ana burial all night at work. You have been spared that essay for now.
I walk in the door from work and get grilled on St. Thomas Aquinas. I really know nothing of Medieval Catholocism, so I really hope stewicked
does ok on her quiz.
I sit down, check my e-mail, talk a bit on IM with my on-line fiancee. (She's on EQ, our chars are getting married. Kill me now.)
I get bored, so I turn on the TV. End up watching the middle of Adventures in Babysitting
on TBS. Why I ever liked that movie remains a mystery. Look t the clock. It's 4:30 AM, and I'm hungry. I ate a Strawberry pop-tart for dinner. This leaves me with the options of A)Steak 'n Shake, or B)Houndog's. Mainly because I'm too damn lazy to walk to 7-11 and get Ramen.
I decide to go with Hounddog's. It's cheaper, a bit closer, and this late at night, you never know what to expect from the clientele. SnS has better TV (usually Cartoon Network), but the Hound has better music.
So I go to the Hound. First off, the service makes Denny's seem fast. Took my 45 minutes to get a turkey sub. Not that I mind, I brought a book along. So, I eat my sub, read, then this drunk comes stumbling in, sits at my table, and orders coffee. The first sign that my night suddenly is veering off into After Hours
. Well, Shannon and I end up discussing Crichton and Scientific American
, then he goes on a long rant about how reading three words in my book can start a hurricane. So we're in Chaos Theory with a smattering on Quantum Mechanics. Then he starts talking about Memento
and how one scene gives away the enitire movie. I smile and nod, since I never watched it. Well, then he tells me he's going to loan me his DVD of it to see for myself. He starts walking towards the door. I realize he's likely to get hit by a car unless someone walks with him. Being the nice generous sort, I decide to walk him home, particularly since I don't like the idea of having blood on my hands. I look lousy in drag, and I'm not in the running for the part of Lady MacBeth.
So I walk Shannon home, praying he won't puke on me. Turns out he lives in an apartment in a house one of my roomies loves up at the end of Neil. Also turns out he left his keys in his house. So...he climbs up on his neighbor's balcony, opens his neighbor's door, and drags me out to the balcony. At this point, I'm wondering when the mitvah
ends and becomes a felony. So I go out and boost him into his window. He then manages to fall down the stairs to his door and invite me up. By this point, I'm feeling crazy enough to go up. (And yes, it was really his place.)
So, being nosy, I look around. His apartment is covered in his art, and he has a degree from OSU. He also has strange writings, plot outlines, and poetry scrawled on every wall. Which is when I catch myself on guard from sharp pointy objects. I check his bookcase. The Jewish Book of Why
, the Tanach
(hope I spelled that right), Moses Maiomnadies. I resist blurting out, "Oh cool! You're Jewish!" after seeing all the nice Jewish Hallmark cards from his mother. (Remember, it's now 6:30 AM, and I have a bad habit of stating the blatently obvious.) He then starts telling me about how his downstaris neighbor shoots up heroine, then he lights a bowl. I decide not to partake, on the excuse I have a cold. (That and I was not about to give up clarity in the home of a strange man who was beginning to resemble my Evil Ex Chris. So, he gives me his DVD of Memento
, and tells me to return it to his mailbox. I intend to do this tomorrow after work along with a note telling him that he was right.
All things considered, I'm taking this one as the universe batting one out of left field to see how I play it.