Wired Mesh

I Want to Kiss You

Not to toot my own horn (which is, if nothing else, a disturbing image), but I've had quite the two weeks here. I finished my last two classes at Covenant (including a test, a cumulative final, and two papers), wrote eight stories for Pulse, moved one roommate out of my apartment and another in, celebrated my sister's birthday, drove my friend Morris Yaegashi to Atlanta, and pulled my first all-nighter since I was editor of the Bagpipe -- all while working my usual shift at the office. I still have a hard time remembering most of last Thursday, after staying up all night; I remember finishing my final, swerving down Lookout Mountain to my office, holding a short phone conversation with my mother ("I can't feel my legs right now," I remember mentioning), grabbing a 20-minute nap and driving to Northgate Mall, where I spent three hours with Andy Montgomery, reporting for Pulse on the life of a mall Santa Claus. Then I got up the next morning at 6 a.m., drove the Japanese Jukebox to the Atlanta airport, and hosted a Hanukkah party for about 40 people that night at my tiny apartment.

I knew I was exhausted (and maybe a bit drunk on Jack and Coke), when I had the following conversation with Rye-Baby concerning a Covenant student wrecking her automobile.

"Man, I drove by her today, and like 15 minutes later she pushed her tree into a car."

"No," said Ryan gently, "I don't think that's exactly what happened."

"I'm sorry," I said, correcting myself, "she crashed her tree into a car."

This, silly as it was, was not the most embarrasing conversational display in the country this weekend. That honor goes to Joe Namath. (You see how I just transitioned from a personal story to a pointless link? They don't teach this kind of thing. It's a gift.) He wins the exciting prize of never being interviewed again on live television for the rest of his life. I really wish I had seen this.

By the way, look for the Santa Claus story in Pulse this Wednesday. It features some fine photos by Mr. Andrew Mongtomery of small, cowering children hiding from that wretched old elf.

Posted by mesh at December 22, 2003 04:09 PM | TrackBack