Part IV of V
Saturday evening was some quality time with Karla, which is always awesome.
Not even a little bit drunk
Then came the news of an unexpected girlfriend in a situation I’d hoped to visit elsewhere on my way back to Ithaca, which was disappointing and nothing if not Proof of Loki. Soon I’m seriously going to come up with a Loki Seal of Approval. Point, Loki. Advantage, Loki. No love for me, which I realize messes up this loose metaphor, except that the source of the term in the tennis world is the French for egg: l’oeuf, arising from the nice round emptiness of the zero. WHATEVER; I wanted to sock someone in the gut. I’d even shirked my normal social anxiety in the face of the opportunity. But as most of you know, it drops perfectly into the story of my life.
Sunday, Paul came for the afternoon, which was also, as always, awesome.
Can you see a fly or maybe a basketball in my nose?*
He’s an especially good buffer with my parents.
*If there's anyone who gets that old Letterman reference (and there's more to it than that), I will write you a post of great praise.
... Dave.
Just one more in the series; keep on keepin' on, gentle reader!
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