I was in the mood for a cornish pastie and two bottles of Miller Lite tonight so when I got home from work I grabbed A Confederacy of DUNCES and headed over to the Britannia Arms up the street. As luck would have it, it was some policeman’s retirement party and the joint was packed to the gills with Drunk O’Malley’s. I took a seat outside on the patio and started reading while, no fucking lie, a 13-piece drum ‘n’ bagpipe policeband jammed inside the bar. After a while, they came outside on the patio and played more bagpipe melodies. I giggled to myself a few times imagining Ignatius J. Reilly’s reaction to such a cacaphony. His valve woulda closed for sure. Proper geometry and theology and all that, you see. I’ll now excerpt an exchange between Ignatius and his poor momma that made me laugh out loud tonight:
“What in the world do you and that old bawd babble about?” Ignatius asked.
“Thank you. I see that things about here are as cheerful as ever.”
Tomorrow is nose-to-the-grindstone day at work, then Friday I’m flying off to sunny San Diego. See sceizzer, if you lived here in the bay still you’d only be an hour flight from slumming on wwhazz’s couch in sunny San Diego. Instead you’re stuck a jillion miles away in the middle of a deep freeze.
… oh by the way: Aaron Moneypenny is engaged to be married… to a girl!
— well I’ve got my pride/and a blue steel forty-five/and I’m waitin for the other shoe to drop