Wouldn't you know it? I have a few minutes to post and BLOGGER is down for maintenance. The nerve! Especially when you think of how efficiently I use my every waking moment. I took Thursday and Friday off this week and got very little done. I did a little, but only a little. I should have been writing, I should have been cleaning and putting away Halloween decorations. I should NOT have been playing round after round of
Gazillionaire or watching TV programming that bored me (as much as I love
Law and Order, how many times should I watch the same episodes?).
I did manage to escort this year's army of pumpkins to the dumpster (to the appropriate lawn waste dumpster, unlike certain neighbors), to oil the patio furniture and to go jogging; but I'd didn't set the world on fire. Thursday night I went to a happy hour at the
Contemporary Art Museum of St Louis and had an awesome time. Thought provoking art, $1
drinks, a DJ and a cross section of interesting people. Despite my constant whining that I should do more, I have a pretty fulfilling life.
Last night we rented
Kingdom of Heaven. AWESOME, I highly recommend it. This reasonably historically accurate movie about the crusades made the
Lord of the Rings seem pedestrian (ok - maybe not, but close). The first time I ever saw a movie that mentioned the
Knights Templar and didn't start questing for the
Holy Grail (ala
The DaVinci Code).
The Templars are frequently associated with crazies and conspiracy theorists, so I'll use that into a quick segue regarding my trip to the gym this morning. I go to a gym in
St Louis Chase Park Plaza at the
Central West End. It's a very colorful and eclectic area next to
Forest Park, home of the 1904 World's Fair. Anyway, I'm crossing the street from where I parked to get to the gym when I notice someone cross the street further down from the other direction. He was nicely dressed, about 35, respectable looking. The moment I saw him every alarm went off inside my head. "CRAZY PERSON, CRAZY PERSON, He's going to talk to you - RUN!" {I have a lot of experience with this - for some reason crazy people LOVE ME}. I turned as casually as possible heading parallel to the gym but putting more distance between me and the man I was sure was crazy. In less than a minute, he closed a gap of 30 feet and started talking to me. "Are you going to the gym? I go to that gym. I went there this morning and hit my head." Maybe the reason that crazy people like me is that I hate to be rude to them. I just kept nodding and making "Oh really?" remarks and wishing that the traffic would clear so that I could cross the street. I started crossing sooner than was safe, but I wasn't convinced that it was safe to stay where I was. Crazy Person (CP) was right in my space yelling into my year. "I was doing gymnastics in the gym and I guess I had too much tomato juice this morning cause I hit my head." He said spinning in huge circles like a dervish and pacing me across the street. "When I was in the Marines they said that pain was just weakness escaping the body. I eschew that line of reasoning now." Yes - the type of crazies that approach me say things like "I eschew that line of reasoning now." FINALLY, I was near the gym door. Still trying to be polite, I was moving at top speed. As I bolted through the door he said something that sounded like, "If you see that Asian guy Mark - tell him Evan said Hello". I really should think about getting my psycho magnet removed.
You might find it interesting to read about
Baton Bob, another Central West End character.
Well, I feel like I've written a lot about very little, but hopefully it is more interesting than my constantly going on about
Liguori Publications (you didn't think you'd get away without any reference did you?). I wonder how long it will be before (if it hasn't happened all ready) that I'm described as a local character giving an area flavor?
Peace,
P. Del Ricci -
Dark Glass