October 7, 2003

  • ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL?!?  Lol, NOT.   Missed the game, but had a good excuse.  Friday afternoon, walking home after Marketing class, I somehow stepped wrong and pulled a muscle in my back.   There was a sudden little stitch that seemed to subside just enough so I could make the two blocks to the house.   But as soon as I went to lie down, my entire mid-upper back seized really badly and I could barely move but for the stiffness and the pain.   So I was in bed the whole weekend with a heating pad and aspirin around the clock.   No sitting on a noisy hard bleacher cheering on cue and trying to follow a boring game and where on turf our team player was for me.   No, my fate was to lie quietly and reflect while the others were gone, perhaps see what reading could be done.  Brett rolled the TV in for me before leaving, the sweet thing.  Of course, he offered to stay behind, but you know how that is.   


    I wonder what did it.  I work out, do regular aerobic walking, keep my weight down, and am in excellent shape, so it's not poor tone.   Must've been the bike ride Thursday with Jeremy; I'm just not used to holding onto somebody's back at high speed for dear life (at least, not that way).  Yeah, that's what I get for cheating, if one could call it that.   Oh, hell, I was craving excitement, I'd always had a secret thing for Meatloaf in TRHPS, and there J. was with his brother's new used Harley Davidson chopper.   "Wanna take a spin?"  He took me a couple times around the block to see how I liked it.  Then, once I was sure I wasn't gonna fall off at every turn, we headed out towards Mulholland to see the sites.   It was really cool having all the greasers stare at us stopped in traffic, the sun dimming behind the pink and orange haze, the resinous exhaust blowing hot against my legs like a sauna bath.   Jeremy slowed down to motor scooter pace as we were right above Beverly.   While we rolled through the soft foothills, our spirits lifted by the cool breeze, swimming pools glinted from the tree-lined hollows like blue mirror sequins on a suede Fedora, and smoke from a multitude of oak barbeques tantalized our nostrils.


    Back at the bottom of the hill, he showed me his house, where his parents were gone for the evening.   We shot pool for a while in their library cum gameroom.  It was fun. 


    Almost back to my old self today.   My wonderful roomies are yelling at me now to "get the fuck off line, you silly nerd!" and go with them to the polls for the California governor recall election, so seeyas!