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I was tipsy by eight from the State of the Union drinking game we were playing between the pool tables at Sam’s Billiards. I would have been drunk if I’d chosen a word like the winner’s – freedom – or even like second and third: surge and the American people. But I’d picked bipartisan because I haven’t been drinking a lot recently so my tolerance is down. Freedom would have put me under the table. Plus I’m optimistic. I only got to drink twice, officially, during the SOTU (No Child Left Behind and social security), but the Democratic response brought me up to speed with progress and earmark, at least.By nine I was having one of those fun walks home where all the lights are extra colorful, and I was chatting with a nice engineer I’d met at the bar. HELLO my name is Any Nonsense Word, his nametag read. He was engaged, of course, because apparently back in 2007, everyone who wasn’t already married got engaged. I’m happy for all of them, really, but it’s kind of a bitch for my social life.
Consequently I went home and crawled into bed and spun up some Pedro Almodóvar, and did you know that Pedro Almodóvar worked for Telefonica, Spain’s national phone company? As an administrative assistant? For twelve years? Which just makes me appalled at how complacent I was with my life sometimes when I was a barista, like, Oh I can’t do anything important because I don’t have an important job. And I find ways to do that still, waiting around to get asked to do meaningful work as if accomplished people just happen to have been assigned to good projects.
Almodóvar worked at the phone company and wrote a novella at night and, at 35, started playing with a Super 8. Kind of fabulous, don’t you think? Who knows what any of us might get up to at any moment. It’s the beginning of a new year at the end of an old presidency and I’m remembering the part where we wing it.
posted by tortaluga @ 11:42 AM
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