A Box Of Chocolates.

Life is like a box of f***ing chocolates. Isn’t that misleading? I mean, most chocolates you already know what you are getting? What a stupid over used movie quote. Life is not a box of chocolates. It’s a box or skittles, dates, onion peal, dog poop and chocolate. Each day is a different taste. I wish it were a box of chocolate. I mean I’m not even the biggest chocolate fan. What a bold claim.

Tuesday I just couldn’t so I didn’t. I was very tempted to not leave the house at all but I eventually decided I need a change of scenery. I went to my mothers and then I went to visits a bartender friend. I got trashed. It just happened. My morning was shit and I went with the impulse. I don’t need to do that. I sure did have some humorous conversation though.

Back to the grind. Wednesday not all cylinders were on fire. Good lord it didn’t want to end. Thursday was a little better, I suppose. My ding dong friends managed to lock themselves out of their office so after a brief trip for ice cream one of them had a golf car ride across campus for some spare keys. Call it a field trip if you will. She had fun with the wind in her hair.

I like an evening alone. An evening is nice. Have a meal and a drink and think. I’ve had a lot of those lately. The biggest adjustment is sleep and dinner. Adjustments can be… difficult. Years of doing things one way and suddenly it’s time to change. Humans become conditioned. We also adapt. A bandaid being pulled off slowly is never a good feeling. I thought we all knew that you rip it.

Friday all my burrito peeps were gone which meant I got it cheap. Actually I decided not to get any. I didn’t sleep and I decided to take some NyQuil at the wrong hour so when I finally did sleep I over slept. Felt drugged all morning. One of our painters whom I had known since at least 2015 died from his struggles with Covid. First person I’ve know to die from this pandemic. Jimmy was being a real ass all morning. My lunch sucked. A department tried to blame us and get us to do another contracts job and threw a fit when we didn’t jump. It was a f***ing day. I felt like a zombie. The day was extra special.

There was a woman with long attractive legs in fishnet hose and a short short skirt whose ass I couldn’t help notice. Either could the guy in line ahead of me. Well, when she turned around it turned out she wasn’t a woman but a man. Something out of a nightmare. I don’t know what this person was going for. Something from a Rob Zombie film.

After that I picked up my neighbor to meet up with Jamie for drinks. This outing had been planned a while in advance. No matter how crummy and tired a day I had it was going down. He was late, Jamie was early. Miscommunication. I was picking him up at 5:20 we were to meet at 5:30. She thought 5:20. We got there at 5:35. She had a head start on us at least. What was meant to be drinks turned into appetizers and pizza. Dinner with friends. You have no idea how long it has been since I’ve had dinner with friends. Lots of laughs and just what I needed. Especially after this day. This week. It was a good time. But someone decided the drinks needed to keep going at another venue. So we went to a local dive bar for what was supposed to be one drink but ended up being about 4. I was reluctant but in the end happy. Again, it was what I needed. Maybe that’s a good sign for the weekend. Laughter is a cure.

Till the next go round.