flew down to lost angels for thanksgiving. spent it at hmc’s oma and opa’s (does that make it oma and opa in-law for me?), which is always nice, but after all that starchy american food, i sometimes yearn for those nice taiwanese holiday dinners at my parents house. i used to try to hit both in one day, but man, that’s a lot of 1. driving and 2. eating for one afternoon.
so while at the laker games this weekend, in between watching them pound the spurs and then the pacers, i picked up a $5 knock-off lakers cap. not for me, but for this customer i work with who keeps pestering me to replace the other cap that i gave him which he subsequently gave away. what, am i made of caps?
where this actually comes into play: when i flew back into sf this morning, after taking bart back from the airport, i step out of the bart station to be unexpectedly confronted by rain. what the hell? so unprepared for this. my torso’s covered because of my fabulously utlitarian rei one jacket, which protects me from the wind and rain, but as for my head, well, it was all nekkid and ready to be soaked. however, some clever thinking on my part resulted in using the $5 knock-off laker cap wrapped in a plastic shopping bag over my head, which ended up keeping my head and face dry, and still preserving the cap for swag presentation. however, i did notice that i did look like a big fat dork. so it occurred to me that this is what getting old is all about: being willing to look like a dork to do what you have to do. i think this is where it all begins, eventually leading to walking around downtown carrying a sign protesting “13 galaxies united against president bush for crimes against the zorastrians.”
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