In which I party with the girls.

After my last post, hubby and I went out for a drink. Well, several drinks. I sat with a couple of women and talked and drank, and Bread went off with an old friend for awhile to go look at something somewhere — some boy thing. When he came back, we had another round then went for dinner at the Dead Cock with AmmZon and BoSe.

Raybo and Gorgeous showed up. After awhile, Bread and BoSe left. Bread gave me his cash to pay the dinner check. The girls started buying shots. I drank them.

Around 10:30 or so Bread called me from BoSe’s. He was ready to go home. I was drunk, and of course not ready to go home. I walked up and down the sidewalk in front of the bar with my phone to my ear, hemming and hawing. I didn’t want to get in a fight with him, but I didn’t want to go home either. Either he disconnected, or the call was dropped. He didn’t call me back. I didn’t call him back. I went back into the bar and Gorgeous bought another round of shots. I drank mine.

An hour later, Raybo and Gorgeous and I went to Gorgeous’ house and sat in her basement and talked. Later, Raybo and I crashed in Gorgeous’ living room. I woke up twice during the night, concerned that I’d drool all over the pillow I was using. I dislike drooling on other people’s pillows.

This morning Gorgeous took us to Raybo’s car and headed to her day job. I stayed at Raybo’s house while she went to her new job. I texted Bread.

NLW called. God, I’m an asshole. I was supposed to accompany her to Des Moines today, but I’d totally forgotten! And since Bread’s leaving town tomorrow I figured he and I had a bunch of stuff to do (like hit the bank and get the jeep some tires so I’ll have a car while he’s gone) so I took a rain check. I apologized profusely to her; I should have remembered about our plans and called her yesterday to cancel. We hung up and I texted Bread again.

At 11:30, I texted him again then took a shower. I went and got coffee, cigarettes. I went to the employment office for awhile. I went to the bank. I paid the mortgage. It was hot as fuck, walking around town all over the place. I hung out at the job services office a little longer than necessary because they had their A/C set at, like, 72 degrees or something. It was winter in there, and felt awesome.

I called Bread from Mi-T-Mart. He didn’t pick up so I left a message. I sat on a curb and smoked a cigarette and watched heat radiate off of the pavement.

I walked back to Raybo’s house, and I’m sitting in her basement using the computer–

–Bread just called. BoSe is heading out to let his dogs run around the farm, and I’m gonna go catch a ride…

Later: I’m home now. Bread’s doing laundry. I’m applying for jobs through iowajobs.org.

I found one, an office position at a music company, that looks pretty interesting. The ad doesn’t say, but it appears to be a sheet music company. They encourage people with musical backgrounds to apply. Sounds like a fun place to work, too.

It’s hot as hell:

A HEAT ADVISORY REMAINS IN EFFECT UNTIL 7 PM CDT THIS EVENING.

TEMPERATURES RISING INTO THE MIDDLE 90S TO AROUND 100 DEGREES WILL COMBINE WITH HIGH HUMIDITY LEVELS TO CREATE HEAT INDEX READINGS OF 105 TO 110 DEGREES THIS AFTERNOON. THE HEAT ADVISORY MAY BE EXTENDED FOR PORTIONS OF THE AREA DEPENDING ON THE PROGRESS OF AN APPROACHING COLD FRONT.

THE POTENTIAL EXISTS THAT THE HEAT ADVISORY MAY HAVE TO BE EXTENDED INTO WEDNESDAY FOR PARTS OF THE AREA.

A HEAT ADVISORY MEANS THAT HOT TEMPERATURES AND HIGH HUMIDITY WILL COMBINE TO CREATE A SITUATION IN WHICH HEAT ILLNESSES ARE LIKELY IF PRECAUTIONS ARE NOT TAKEN. DRINK PLENTY OF FLUIDS… STAY IN AN AIR-CONDITIONED ROOM…STAY OUT OF THE SUN…AND CHECK UP ON RELATIVES AND NEIGHBORS.

The incredible heat has caused BoSe’s lawn to spawn a strange, fast-growing mushroom. I took pictures of it but my cell phone’s decided it doesn’t want to send pictures any more. The thing was doughnut-shaped on Sunday, and yesterday — less than twelve hours later — it had grown even more huge, and flattened out into a fungusy satellite dish. BoSe thinks it’s contacting the aliens, so keep an eye out for the Mothership, y’all.

 

3 Responses to If you were jobless, you could be this irresponsible too!

  1. Logan says:

    Oh mah Ghod — mutant mushrooms, and you can’t take pictures? That’s the closest equivalent to being rendered completely vegetable that I’ve come across in a long time.

    In the event that all hopes for pictures are lost, you must pick this ‘shroom and send it to me immediately. Capisci?

    But, but, but what if it’s completely evil bad toxic?! -m

  2. naomi says:

    to heck with the mothership!! to bad there wasn’t a fungologist (or whatever mushroom experts are) to tell you if it was edible or not. wild mushrooms are the most fabulous eat so long as they’re not, like, poisonous. some of the best are puffballs that we used to pick at the golf course (i think it’s nature’s way to see if golfers are smart enough to live. if they mistake a puffball for their golf ball then lightening will strike them just as they tee off.)

    I have great respect for fungus, since that time in college when I ate some of the psychotropic kind and couldn’t speak a word for six hours. Now I give them a wide berth. -m

  3. Ammzon says:

    My guess is that it was growing out of dog piss. I saw it and it didn’t have that ‘eat me’ vibe.

    Exactly. It had that ‘I’m contacting the Mother Ship’ vibe. -m