She's So Unusual

Odd times, these.

Right now, I'm listening to Cyndi Lauper tell me "And once we start, the meter clicks, and it goes running all through the night. Until it ends there is no end. Keep forward with me all through the night.

It seems an apt metaphor right now. I'll not discuss why, but maybe it's good to be melancholy every now and again. Also, I'm really random today for various reasons, so if I ramble more than usual, my apologies.

I think my ill thoughts started yesterday (Saturday) when I went on an exercise in futility to do a bit of shopping. I realized I had committed such a HUGE error in judgment when I couldn't get into a parking lot that was normally empty. I should have cut my losses, circled the lot and left, but I didn't. I did find parking, and I did actually manage to get into Cost Plus. My goal was to buy a "tasteful gift in glass" for two parties I was attending that evening (More on that morose subject later.)

I wandered around and looked at the various wine bottles, and I realized that I was really in over my head. When did "Fine wines from Australia" overrun the market? They do have pretty labels and competitive prices, but are they really good for anything but cooking? I didn't know this bloke well enough to gift him with Veuve Cliquot, besides, I figured it would be unappreciated. The first of that evening's engagements would (and did) appreciate an old favourite, Moet White Star, so I hobbled out with at least one gift.

Baffled and frustrated, I jogged into Osco, found a nice bottle of Skyy (which is still sitting on my table) that I would fit my host more appropriately, and came home to make preparations.

First party was believed to be a dinner engagement because it started early. Well there were some nibbly things, and some very nice people, none of which I knew, so it balanced. In all, I enjoyed myself, and pressed on, as many of the attendees were going to a concert. I should have gone with them in retrospect.

Enter the hinterland. I apparently didn't write down the directions properly, because I was hideously lost. I called everyone I know in Fishers in an effort to get turned right, but since most of Hamilton County is a mess of new housing, each with a name more pretentious than the next, my "Bradford Knoll" fell upon unknowing ears.

I finally found a road that appeared on maps, and made tracks to the big city, just in time for the Bingo Parlour to let out.....ugh! I don't know when I've seen so many slow-moving people in my life. In all, it turned into a really lousy evening. I made dinner out of a beer and some polite conversation with the lads online, which explains why I'm so voracious now.

So, here I am today. As promised, the "mild spell" did end with just a bit of snow on the ground this morning. Not a great deal, but just enough to make things look pretty, which is brightening my spirits somewhat. That said, I'll go find a nice cup of coffee somewhere, read the morning papers, and press on.

If this world makes you crazy and you’ve taken all you can bear you call me up because you know I’ll be there.