Blog of Billy

Texas was a swanky time where I got to meet a bunch of new people, and have some care-free fun. The wedding was very pretty, and had some very tasty food including a big pork roast that was really juicy and tender. I really like pork. (Stomach grumbles.) There was some celebrity excitement when Huey Lewis himself was outside just sitting enjoying himself after playing some nearby engagement and signed some stuff for Lizzi and Tiffany, along with hitting on them. Six Flags wasn't quite as much fun as it would have been if I didn't have a distaste for roller-coasters, but ever since I watched blood run down Allen's head after riding the Silver Bullet years ago, I really am not compelled by arguments about safety vs. entertainment value. Not a very good birthday for him. That and I just don't like the taste of adrenaline mixed with fear at the top of my mouth the way other people do. The only exception I can think of is that I think I'd like to go skydiving at some point. I've had the quiet dream of being a small craft pilot for years and years, and I've gotten myself convinced that that kind of height isn't that scary. It's the ground rushing up to meet you at that kind of speed that makes me think my neck is about to snap around from the necessary redirection. I like the idea of being high up and free for a while, then gently drifting toward the ground before it started looking like it was speeding towards me.

Tiffany wins the prize for being the first girl I can find that knows the word "ennui." Missing it by about 6 hours is someone in a comment to last week's post. This kind of vocabulary knowledge is renewing my faith in humanity.

I talked to Rosie's dad, who has always been a pretty reasonable person. He's going to try to intervene in the whole "$1000 annullment" thing, so I can afford some car insurance and whatever else.

Your heart felt good. It was dripping pitch and made of wood, and your hands and knees felt cold and wet on the grass to me.