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06.22.05 (3:21 pm) [edit]

I've been reflecting on much of what has taken place in the last year. A few big anniversaries passed in the last couple of weeks. Some of them are: the day I quit my job in Ann Arbor, MI. The day I started to drive a U-haul across country with my father. The day we both lied to my mother on the telephone and told her we were still in Utah when we had already made it halfway through Nevada in just over two day's time. The day I arrived in San Francisco and said, "now what?"

I had padded my nest thoroughly with the expectation that I would have the summer off to be a bike-dork and learn my new home. It was fun for a few weeks and then I got a little antsy. I was dropping resumes in person and online like it was my job and wasn't really getting anywhere. I spent a lot of time on craigslist and in addition to looking for jobs, I searched around in the platonic section and met a couple of really cool people with whom I remain friends.

I also met a man who had for a pet a dead cat.

An east coast native, I honestly can't remember his name now, so we'll say....George, had a ridiculous accent. That sort of Boston "open wide and say AAAH! at every possible opportunity" kind of accents. He live(d) on Buena Vista Park which he called, "Boner Vister Pahk". We talked on the phone a lot and decided it would be fun to meet in the Haight for dinner one night. We didn't.

The day I was to meet him, he called and informed me that he'd just had his halo removed as part of a rehabilitation process from recent neck surgery. He went on to say that he didn't feel comfortable being jostled around in the streets and would I mind if we ordered in and watched a movie at his place. I understood he was incredibly bored from being shut in for a few weeks and went along with the change in plans.

Upon arriving at his apartment on my bicycle, I was a bit nervous at how posh his place seemed. He had me in, we had some "soder" and I kind of gawked a bit too much at the beautiful view from his livingroom. San Francisco "visters" take a bit of time to get used to, and even though I'd traveled here several times, I wasn't prepared to see from the skyscrapers of downtown to the Golden Gate Bridge by looking out one window. While I was staring he was talking which, admittedly, was starting to grate on my nerves and I'd kind tuned him out a bit. Then he talked about his landlady and how she doesn't mind much except for her tenants having animals in her properties. "But she doesn't seem to mind this little baby", he said. I shifted my gaze from the view to the couch in front of the window and saw what appeard to be a hairy pillow with glass eyes and then my mouth started talking as suddenly as a lightswitch is flicked.

"Oh!" I said, "isn't she... it's a she right?... just lovely! How long have you had her....like this...I mean...was she your cat....er...was there an accident?" With the exception of the time I challenged Chicalookate to 'pretend to have a domestic dispute' with me at a gas station in Michigan City, Indiana prompting her to bolt from the car screaming, "You bastard! I'm going back to my Momma's and I'm taking the babies!!!", I'm rarely left speechless or flustered. A dead cat as a throw pillow is just not something one is ever expecting to be introduced to. Out of a sense that it would be impolite not to, I touched the feline furniture and said she was beautiful adding, "should we start the movie now?"

We watched "The Butterfly Effect" and I thought was alright. During most of the movie, I was trying to think of what I would say to get the hell out of there as soon as it was over. I think I said that I'd done a lot of cycling that day and had to go and sleep. I've not spoken to him since.

posted by: The Nun (reply)
post date: 06.23.05 (4:31 am)

I just spit coffee all over my desk!!! When I got to the part about Kate screaming at the gas station I about choked....I could totally envision that whole scenerio....I miss you.

posted by: chicalookate (reply)
post date: 06.23.05 (4:39 am)

I love the "I'm takin' the babies with me" moment. God that was beautiful.

It seems like you have been gone so much longer than a year. Geesh. Can't wait to get out there in Sep.

posted by: themarina (reply)
post date: 06.23.05 (8:05 am)

YIKES! I've heard of loving your pets but that seems a little excessive.

And though I know nothing about the gas station the going back to momma and taking the babies is pretty funny! :)

posted by: Cristin (reply)
post date: 06.23.05 (8:16 am)

HAhaHA...I remember you telling me this story (the cat story). How strange...not sure what I would have done! I can't believe this happened a year ago. How time passes so quickly!

posted by: anditos (reply)
post date: 06.23.05 (3:41 pm)

"I love the "I'm takin' the babies with me" moment. God that was beautiful."

What's funnier (and sadder at the same time) is I have heard PWT scream this during an argument live and in the flesh during my high school graduation "all night party" at Demetria Stowe's house.

I have yet to ever visit a man's house w/ a beautiful view and a stuffed cat.

posted by: BerlinBear (reply)
post date: 06.24.05 (3:53 am)

Oh my goodness. You have the coolest and weirdest stories. I'm impressed. Am I the only one who thought that the Butterfly Effect was an utterly CRAP movie? I saw it with high hopes, but thought it was just vacuous bollocks.

posted by: lynne (reply)
post date: 06.26.05 (1:19 pm)

I used to think I wanted to hve Fred stuffed but when he died, I couldnt afford it. Oh well.

posted by: Verlaine (reply)
post date: 06.27.05 (8:19 pm)

Reply to: anditos
Excuse me, but did you say "Demetria Stowe?" How you gonna run your mouth about my baby momma like dat? You best ta check ya' befo' you wreck ya!

And....check your facts, dog.

Just reading Ghandhi right now and saw that inscription.

love, Verlaine

posted by: Verlaine (reply)
post date: 06.27.05 (8:21 pm)

Reply to: BerlinBear
A favorite drag-queen once told me that I am, "too real for color TV!"

I try to live up to that. Mostly, my whack life is an accident and I happen to be paying a lot of attention to the details.

posted by: MaryT (reply)
post date: 06.30.05 (6:21 am)

OMG - ROFLPMP - you really need to post a "spew" rating at the top of your entries. My monitor now has rivers of coffee running down its face. Mary

posted by: Andaloo (reply)
post date: 06.30.05 (10:29 am)

These are the type of stories that make home the place we all want to run to.

posted by: SusanofPudlin (reply)
post date: 07.06.05 (4:31 pm)

Are you SURE it wasn't one of those stupid stuffed animals made from bunny fur? Which is a whole nutha problem, fo schizzle.

posted by: sheree (reply)
post date: 07.07.05 (8:43 am)

I'm loving the "you really need to post a "spew" rating at the top of your entries." comment from Mary T--- spew rating
you need that Gayr....

posted by: Verlaine (reply)
post date: 07.10.05 (12:06 pm)

Reply to: sheree
Sheree and MaryT, you actually know each other from Arbor. I believe MaryT once screamed, "Back off, Barbie!" to you.

posted by: Verlaine (reply)
post date: 07.10.05 (12:07 pm)

Reply to: MaryT
Sorry about your computer screen! You just have to know not to be drinking liquid when I start telling a story!

posted by: sheree (reply)
post date: 07.13.05 (6:32 am)

reply to Verlaine: The fact that she could come up with such a line as "back off Barbie" is just too funny!!!! I can't remember why that ever came up though...I'm bummed about that. Wish I could think of a good come back. The "spew" comment is in the same vain for sure. LOve it! S

posted by: Cristin (reply)
post date: 07.19.05 (8:19 am)

Are you still reflecting? :)

posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 07.31.05 (6:05 pm)

Hmmm. I was so sure I would have oodles to catch up on, having wandered off for some time, but... that doesn't seem to be the case at all. I hope you are gathering more stories out there.

I have run in to a few situations that caused 'perma-grin' (that sudden smile that frezzes in place when you are too scared to release it)... but I don't think that would have covered the stuffed dead cat on the 'sofer' - yeesh. Good thing you never went back. Would hate to read a blog somewhere about a strange encounter with a guy who had a stuffed former date adorning his living room. Coo Coo!

Hope you come back soon. :)