Yesterday was Tuesday, right? Okay, let me think. I woke up kinda early because we thought that Greg was gonna come over and try to fix the pipes "first thing" in the morning. But there was a message on the telephone saying that he and his dad would be coming around 5:45 that evening.
Carrie had a 10:00 meeting with Blitz & Co Florist to iron out the final details of the flowers. Flowers are done now, baby! Yee-haw! She went to work after that.
I made a new link to Flying Omelette's Kitchen, and spent much of the day dinking around that site. I did some BF work as well (mostly class stuff and PSBF stuff). I had lunch around noon and watched pretty much the whole middle act of The Rundown in the bedroom. Then I showered. This all sounds pretty boring, huh? Well, my mind has been kinda foggy the last couple of days. It's like I'm sitting on a beach, just looking out at the ocean, not thinking about anything. I know there's plenny I should be thinking about, but right now it's just kinda "La, la, la..."
Anyhoo. When Carrie came home from work she informed me that in the evening she would be going to Trevor's 6th grade band recital and asked if I wanted to come. While I do love hanging out with Carrie as much as possible, the thought of sitting through a 6th grade band recital, even Trevor's, didn't really fill me with excitement, so I declined.
Greg and his dad Dale came over (with Buddy the big cute dog) and set about trying to fix pipes and whatnot. Carrie made breakfast for dinner (which I always like) then headed out with Brandy to watch the band show. I stayed around to make sure that nothing got broke in the house and that Fantastico didn't escape (which she did anyway). While I was working on the computer here I heard this strange gurgling sound from the bathroom, and upon investigating discovered this dark brown gunk coming up the tub drain. I informed Greg and Dale about it and they were fascinated and confused as to how it was physically possible.
They eventually left and Greg came back with this black plastic bottle of highly toxic stuff that he poured down the tub drain. It said to let it soak down there at least an hour but preferably overnight. I didn't really want to wait around so I decided to head on down to Panamonica's. First, though, I took the old Ford to the nearby gas station (learning which backroads to take in the process) and filled its front two tires with more air. It drove better after that, and I continued to my favorite speakeasy/cafe/art center and hung out at the bar there, drinking Mike's Hard Lime and eating a Crazy Turkey sammitch. I was going to bring I, Robot: The Illustrated Screenplay and just kick back and relax and read, but I realized that I had left it in the Toyota, which Carrie had taken to Fife. So instead I brought my notebook and made some Static notes and some sketches for some painting ideas I wanna do. 'Twas fun. I was talking to the bartender lady and I noticed that her earrings looked kinda familiar. That's because Carrie had made them, and the bartender lady had bought them. Coo-ool!
I'd accidentally left my cell phone at home (which I've been doing a lot recently—what's the point of a cell phone if you leave it at home?), and Carrie tried to call me after the band show was over. She showed up at Panamonica's right before I was about to pay up and leave, so we left together. In separate cars. But we ended up at the same place: our house.
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Wednesday, June 09, 2004
This strange gurgling sound
posted by Christopher at 8:12 AM 
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