I am waiting. In 48 minutes I get to give the dress to the mama. In two and a half hours, I get to go home. In two and a bit days, I get to finish my work-week, and drive south on my anniversary trip. In three and a half weeks, I get to visit my sister. In half a year, it gets to be Christmas again. In two and a half years, I get to start trying for a baby. So many things to wait for! Usually they sparkle out before me like a delectable buffet, all the things to try and do and enjoy…but just occasionally, with sugar bouncing through my veins and the promise of glee around the corner, I hate to wait, and the time seems all too slow.
And I only killed 6 minutes blogging. sigh
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Spider-Man
You should kill two hours by seeing Spider-Man 2. And you call yourself a fanfoo. Pah!
Re: Spider-Man
I would think the crowd-density today would render it impracticable.
Re: Spider-Man
The crowd density yesterday didn’t render it impracticable for me to see it. You just like to whine. :P
Re: Spider-Man
No, I like to be comfortable. There’s a difference!
Re: Spider-Man
Sometimes the crowd density only enhances the experience. Anne fandangoed the tix for “Fahrenheit 9/11” so all Mike and I had to do was breeze up to the front door, cast a glance at the hoi polloi waiting to buy tickets, and shuffle into the thyatah where da Boz was saving our seats. It was sold out—one of those cool old thyatahs with a balcony and thematic decor (Neptune!). People clapped, cheered, laughed, and booed at points throughout the movie, and one person yelled “We hate you Britney!” when her Spearsness appeared briefly. It was energizing.
Re: Spider-Man
Boz? What Boz? Are you hanging out with Zombie Dickens without lettin’ me know?