When someone says something like “Starting Monday after the Superbowl!” it sounds like this to me:
“You are invited to my house for dinner. It starts an hour before sunset three days after my eldest cat’s birthday.”
or
“This report is due the first weekday starting with a T following the full moon.”
I’m just not feeling the joy of the local team’s game-winningness this time around. Last time, I’d just made my third move back to Pittsburgh and I watched nearly every game with my excited friends. Just being around their intense emotional reactions to the games was in its own way engaging and I had a really good time. (Plus it often involved Sunday brunch at Piper’s! Salmon boxty and a pint! Guaranteed good time, right there.) When the team won that year that was as exciting as it could get, and having been part of that season’s spirit I guess I just haven’t felt the need to do it again. Onward and upward, you know? There’s so much else to experience, and the games just take such a huge chunk of time. I don’t have that kind of time.
One thing is certain though, I am stoked for my friends who are fans and I hope the outcome increases their fun and excitement threefold.
Anyway, unrelated, seven minutes after my fourth application of lip balm the day before today I was pleased to discover that I’ve still got it.
See? Isn’t that awful? I promise I will stop doing it after as long as it takes the ice to melt + the estimated wait time at an inexplicably popular chain restaurant.
Oh shit. I can’t even help myself.
