My Whole Expanse I Cannot See…

I formulate infinity stored deep inside of me…

Oct 23

Belly up

Category: Life

So, last night I’m at game 1 of the Major League Baseball World Series when a 70ish year-old fellow says regarding me, “he looks like he’s about to go belly up.” To which I think, “thank you, you made the blog.

A drunk girl really liked my poppy tattoo, that’s always fun. I get compliments from sober people too, but the drunk people are special.


11 Comments so far

  1. Ormolu October 23rd, 2008 2:32 pm

    Your blog consistently takes my breath away. Who knew that there were so many different ways to be awed, both good and bad?

  2. MagnoliaFly October 23rd, 2008 2:37 pm

    I wonder sometimes how many witty comebacks you have that you just can’t readily express to people.

    the drunk people are special
    Yes 🙂

  3. michael October 23rd, 2008 3:28 pm

    I’ve thought about doing a blog entry of thoughts I never actually say. I do miss the quick joke, but sometimes I’m probably better off quiet.

  4. Ormolu October 23rd, 2008 4:05 pm

    Hey there, again. Mind if I hide out on your blog? I’m taking a brief hiatus from where people can find me. 😉

    Do you like hot chocolate? If so, have you tried the ones they’re highlighting at Starbucks? They’re quite tasty. In fact, I think I’m going to go get one RIGHT NOW. The salted caramel is yumminess.

    Hang in there! Like the kitten on the poster.

  5. michael October 23rd, 2008 4:14 pm

    Orm, sure, totally hang out. Take a break from the noise.

  6. Teresa October 23rd, 2008 4:19 pm

    must one now think about what one must do the “make the blog?”

  7. Teresa October 23rd, 2008 4:20 pm

    must one now think about what one must do to “make the blog?”

  8. michael October 23rd, 2008 4:24 pm

    That is how I look at things.

  9. Ormolu October 23rd, 2008 4:53 pm

    Oh, I agree. It’s all about documenting our brief existences. Every trip, every interaction holds the kernels of something great! …to blog about.

    Like right now at Starbucks, some guy cut in front of me in line. And then, AFTER he placed his order, he turned to me and asked, “Oh, were you next?” And I replied, “I THOUGHT I was.” The look of embarassment was worth waiting a few minutes more to get my hot chocolate.

    *is not serious. Okay, maybe she is*

  10. michael October 23rd, 2008 5:22 pm

    Orm, I know exactly what you mean. I think of just about any experience as potential fuel for writing… something. Anything.

  11. Ormolu October 23rd, 2008 5:41 pm

    As well you should, my good man!

    You see? We creative types have so much in common. 😀