A job offer came on Friday. Wrapped up in German smiles and
Monopoly money, it promised Long Island City freedom
and casual Monday through Fridays,
but at $9/hr and no benefits I kindly refused.
Sunday we saw that Richard Gere movie.
Richard’s face appeared and Ali whispered, “He’s like a wine.”
Saturday was nothing to speak of, except for Fast Food Nation
furthering a deep love for Greg Kinnear
and Blood Diamond furthering
a curiosity about the Rhodesian/Zimbabwean accent.
Friday we were irresponsible citizens, choosing to drink an excess of red and white wine during the presidential debate. “If they made blue wine,
we would be patriotic right now.”
“Money bailouts, Pakistan, pork-barrel spending?” “Hard to swallow.”
“Orgy of spending.”
“Jim Lehrer is surprisingly handsome.”
Note: Planning on being sober for Thursday’s VP debate.