But like an old car wrapped in plastic and left in the backyard, I expect to forget about my blog except on those rare occasions I feel impelled to say something. And those occasions have become pretty rare. I guess that means that I am doing rather than saying; and doing is good.
I called darii on Saturday; we talked movies for a while and at the end of the talk I said something to the effect of "screw it, I'm coming up there and we're going to go watch Coraline". And I did.
I threw a few things into a backpack, swung it into the tailcase, spent a minute or two fiddling with my rain pants, and took off into the gray evening (it's gonna rain) without a second thought. I kinda miss just taking off halfway across the state just at random; I have too many rationalizations these days to justify such harebrained action.
Three hours later I was up at the house, and we were laughing and drinking and messing about just like old times. It was good. We hit up a 10 pm showing of the movie and it was the first time I'd ever been in an empty theater with one friend. We took full advantage of the opportunity to talk, loudly and irreverently, throughout the whole weird movie.
Yeah, I miss doing stuff of this ilk. You get old, you get sane, and life just isn't fun anymore...
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