Feb 10 2006
Highlights and Lowlifes
On Tuesday, I was still bored from the Stuporbowl on Sunday, even though I wasn’t in the same room with it. I had been assured that it would all be over at 9:00, but when the half time show started at 8:00, I began to have my suspicions. Next year, I’m going to hang out with K in her civilized antique house and drink wine and watch Gilmore Girls and pretend it isn’t happening. We might make a few prank calls to sports-watchin’ guys we know, but that’s as close as we’ll get.
To recover from the proximity-induced tedium, I went to have my hair highlighted. It was the first thing on my to-do list for the year, and voila! It’s done, even though it’s only February. I met up with K at the salon – she was getting preened to attend the freak show in Madison Square Garden next week, also known as The Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show as a reporter. To get an idea of the level of freakosity we’re talking about here, check out Best In Show.
As K and I, newly re-glamorized, left the salon, we noticed a fist fight in progress on the pavement. The fistfight was taking place in what appeared to be a pool of vomit. I’m not sure if it originated with one of the two contestants, or with one of the numerous spectators and/or casual participants, but we didn’t wait to find out who won or who was the one. As a police car turned the corner, we fled the scene.
K sighed, “That’s always happening when I’m here.”