get your beer here

had some friends over last night. they brought beer. i bought beer. and now my fridge and cabinets are full of the stuff and a jackhammer (not inside my head; one actually in the street) started thundering in some emergency concrete reconn mission at 6:20 am in the morning. i feel like i haven't slept in years.

and amid all this i had a strange phone conversation with a guy who sort of baited me into a fight or, as he put, into 'sparring.' i had a brief fling with fencing in college, whose lesson was: i am not the jim craig of the saber. (quite sure too i'm not the yaz of the ring, but having never boxed, i abide metaphorical blurring). i'll bottom line-it: phone-sparring's no fun. it ain't gonna get me to meet you. so i sent an email saying that, more or less, since i agreed in spite of my instinct to meet. and he wrote back, very considerately, noting at the least, meeting could yield a friend; and open minds are good; and reading is fundamental.

perhaps it's on account of exhaustion or just on account of my hoping i do indeed have an open mind that i changed it from closed to ajar, and said yes after all to a date. i am the muhammad ali of indecision, the sugar ray of flexibility.