Daily Recap for 4-1-6

“How do you feel about Drew?” – Me
“It’s a small liberal arts college.” – Cliff
“You didn’t answer my question.” – Me

Cliff was expectedly late arriving. I predicted he’d just walk into my room and startle me. Even with my headphones off, he caught me off-guard.

I was hungry, he hadn’t eaten. I rummaged my kitchen and we had bologna and cheese sandwiches. None of that oscar mayer crap? Heh. Cliff eats fast. We started off with a rousing game of Candyland. He handed me my ass, he did! Then we played Shoots and Ladders.

Then we settled into Life. I ended up getting a liberal arts degree, making $16,000 a year. Cliff was a physicist making 30K. Cliff tamed lions, banged his wife a lot and filled his van, bought a yacht, a helicopter, two horses, and had to bail out his uncle a lot. I uh. Stayed single and struck oil, racking up over two million dollars with my liberal arts degree? I wonder if I could write a story based on random turns of The Game of Life.

A lot of time on our hands, I drafted my mom and we attempted to teach Cliff how to play Pinochle. He didn’t do that bad, relatively speaking. He had more issues holding 25 cards in his hand, than anything else. I’ve been doing it for so many years, I just.. have gotten used to holding so many cards between my thumb and forefinger.

It was 5, but I wasn’t in the mood to cook yet. So we yanked Smash Bros out of the N64, and played some Star Fox. Somewhere in there, I started taco meat. Part of me wasn’t really in the mood for something so .. fatty. But I reminded myself that I teaspoon out all the drip-able grease. There’s a cup of fat in the freezer right now, that is not in my arteries! WOO HOO!

Gotta remember to throw that out before I forget.

It was almost time for Liz’s shift to be over. I suggested we watch Amelié, as I know Liz has been wanting to see it for a while. She’s a sarcastic little weasel, but I knew she’d appreciate the gesture. (Sarcasm, in reference to yesterday’s outburst about how Cliff’s spending time with me while she has a job.) Liz fetched, she was rather excited about something. We drove back to my condo, fetched Amelié, and we drove both vehicles back to Cliff’s house.

Cliff read the acceptance letter to Drew slowly and began affecting an accent. Liz was ecstatic. I felt foreboding, more than anything else. He dodged my question, as there were too many ears around. But I already know. Complaining about dorms and possible questionable food are just excuses. This is just another step down a path he didn’t pick. Like me, buying time, warding off parents in the hope we can find something else to do with ourselves. Why Drew? One, it’s not Rutgers. (His dad went there.) And, he’s not Princeton. (His dad went there.) That’s two big pluses right there.

“Just give it four years, son. If you don’t like it, there’s always a job waiting for you at my firm.” – Father, Not Another Teen Movie

“I don’t want.. your life!” – Jake – Not Another Teen Movie

Ha ha. We quote that waaaaaay too much.

Cliff stated that he was going to cut back on soda. I smiled and wondered aloud if I’m being a bad influence. Is it possible? Can one person make a difference?

To which Cliff replied, “It’s not the man, it’s the idea!”

A laugh.

Liz then went on a little rant about how we’re both unemployed, she’s the only one with a job, so she has a right to pig out and be fat. To which I pointed out that neither of us said she should eat better, and moreover, I like fat chicks.

We finally got Liz to sit down, and.. movie started. I knew Liz would love it. Cliff did better than I expected, but still couldn’t take the movie entirely seriously. Not the way I did. It used to be my cry-movie, whenever I needed to release and cry. I need a new cry-movie.

I know I’ve felt the Perfect Moment. Just a feeling. Complete harmony. It’s possible. The nighttime returning its beauty to me. To look at the stars not with any expectations, but just appreciation.

:: emits Aura ::