Tuesday, January 06, 2004
Last night on the way home from Robie Food, after a long anticipated meal, I re-discovered the joys of garbage day.
I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw a perfectly good television just sitting by the curb. I have to admit, I sometimes genuinely enjoy television...fuck it...I love television. What better way to put oneself to bed then to watch the Daily Show? I envisioned many a cold night watching Jon Stewart on my new buddy.
I was pretty excited and that excitement turned to euphoria when I saw a tabletop hockey game sitting in front of the next pile of trash. Sure it looked a little beatup, but if all the parts were in order, well then I'd be the talk of the Northend.
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Oh, I'm going over to Bloomfield to play a little tabletop hockey and discuss the merits of Eunoia."
"How delightful! I was there last week with Rebecca Eckler the fiance drinking brandy."
"That young Master Black knows how to throw a party!"
"He has a love for tabletop hockey and a hatred of Tiki Torch Religions."
I was so assured that I would be the hit at my new residence. Philip and Jeffrey would be bowled over and utterly convinced that I was the best choice for a new housemate.
Things went bleak when I realized that not only was one of the defensemen missing, but so was one of the centremen. Prospects for a tabletop hockey tournament grew grim when Jessica informed me that the trash pile I was going through was the one in front of my own house.
I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw a perfectly good television just sitting by the curb. I have to admit, I sometimes genuinely enjoy television...fuck it...I love television. What better way to put oneself to bed then to watch the Daily Show? I envisioned many a cold night watching Jon Stewart on my new buddy.
I was pretty excited and that excitement turned to euphoria when I saw a tabletop hockey game sitting in front of the next pile of trash. Sure it looked a little beatup, but if all the parts were in order, well then I'd be the talk of the Northend.
"What are you doing tonight?"
"Oh, I'm going over to Bloomfield to play a little tabletop hockey and discuss the merits of Eunoia."
"How delightful! I was there last week with
"That young Master Black knows how to throw a party!"
"He has a love for tabletop hockey and a hatred of Tiki Torch Religions."
I was so assured that I would be the hit at my new residence. Philip and Jeffrey would be bowled over and utterly convinced that I was the best choice for a new housemate.
Things went bleak when I realized that not only was one of the defensemen missing, but so was one of the centremen. Prospects for a tabletop hockey tournament grew grim when Jessica informed me that the trash pile I was going through was the one in front of my own house.
