It's an old story. A bearded man finds love, a career, owls and fifteen hundred books in a part of the country he'd previously never anticipated even visiting. He learns to stop apologizing for his very pointed interest in the darkest aspects of life and comes to terms with his spirituality, which could be classified as "probably voodoo." He shares his home with a homonculus, an ocelot and a semi-feral catling and regularly interacts with federally protected birds.You know, that tired hat.
Sunday, December 19, 2004
So: last night I went to Denny's with Keith. At the checkout counter there was one of those tanks filled with water and bubbles and tiny colored platforms; the idea is to catch coins on the platforms, and then you win something. The coins go to charity. Anyway, on a whim I moved the little knobby thing that maneuvers the platforms and let a dime go into the water. To my amazement, it landed on one of the platforms! I didn't think it was possible to actually WIN at that thing, and by the looks of horror from the staff, they'd banked on that, too. I looked at the list above the tank: I'd won a piece of apple pie! Yes! Since we were leaving, I made the hostess put it in a box, and later, in the leisure of my own home, I consumed it with gusto. Three cheers for yet another impossible thing I've pulled out of my ass this semester.
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2 comments:
Congrats on the pie win! Es bien te gusto, chow!
SWEET!
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