1. Ever notice how large blocks of time can disappear when you’re drinking? I went out with a group of friends Friday night and drank almost constantly for seven hours. When one couple left our last destination, I told them to call or send a text to let the rest of us know they made it home. In a matter of time that didn’t seem sufficient for them to have even left the parking lot, a text arrived telling me they had made it back–to their home an hour away. I swear it seemed like two minutes had passed.
2. Saturday night a couple of us decided to go see “Burn After Reading”. I had no idea what it was about but figured any movie with George Clooney, Brad Pitt, John Malkovich, and Tilda Swinton had to be pretty good. I was wrong. I hated it. It was over before I even knew what it was about. My younger brother, no doubt much hipper than I am, loved it. Maybe I’ve just gotten old and out of touch.
3. Sunday was the last day the neighborhood pool was open…which means fall is upon us, and another summer is gone. *sigh* I don’t mind fall…in fact, fall and spring are probably my favorite seasons, but it just means another year is almost over and Christmas shopping is right around the corner.
4. I left work on Friday and passed my usual gas station, where prices were holding at $3.50 a gallon or so. A half hour down the road, I saw gas at $4.59! I stopped and filled at the next station that had it for less than $4 bucks, but a few hours later, as I made an hour long drive back home, every station was either completely out of gas, or had it hovering in the mid-$4 range. Crazy hurricanes!
5. And speaking of hurricanes, on the radio this morning there was someone suggesting that–in cases like Hurricane Ike, where people were warned of certain death and told to evacuate but didn’t–if we have to go save them, they ought to get a bill for it. Sort of makes sense to me. If I do something stupid and have to call an ambulance, I know I’m getting a bill. What do you think?