Entertainment at its Finest
Friday’s run was super-challenging; I managed to run the entire four miles but never quite got into a comfortable rhythm, making the experience far less gratifying than usual. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when, by the end of the day, I was experiencing severe pain in the hip joint on my left side. When a ninety-minute massage failed to alleviate the pain, I knew I was in for the long-haul and, truly, it is 7:00 p.m. on Sunday and I am finally able to walk without a limp. The chances of me making it through tomorrow’s run are pretty slim but, I’m going to try.
Oh my god, I have the runner’s disease. Kill me, kill me, now.
Hey, that wish for death reminds me; The Teenager and I stayed up late on Friday night to attend a Twilight party at a local video store. We arrived at the venue shortly before midnight, secured our copy of New Moon as well as a place in line and commenced with the people-watching. Or, in this case, we commenced with the freak-show.
I’ve managed to block a majority of the horror but, I do recall seeing a large amount of metal embedded in adolescent faces, grown women sporting Team Jacob tee-shirts, a redneck family of four who practically wept with joy when they won a set of Twilight shot glasses, a minor brawl over the last Edward collectible doll and a toddler wandering the aisles carrying a poster larger than her own body.
The parenting on display in that incidence was, how can I put this, somewhat lacking.
In addition to the horrifying sights that night, we also experienced the robust smell of marijuana exuding from the teenagers in line ahead of us and, when The Teenager declared herself “starving and in need of French fries” when we left the store, I immediately chalked it up to a case of Munchies by Proxy.
That didn’t exactly thrill me, to say the least.
Plus, one of the little pot-heads kept shrilly declaring herself a proud member of TEAM EDWARD! WHOO! WHO’S WITH ME!! Yeah!! And, although The Teenager is totally on Jacob’s side, she felt bullied into declaring false allegiance lest the loud pot-head out her in front of the mob.
Nightmare stuff, that.
But, despite the fact that I dropped a good fifteen IQ points while standing in that line, the whole experience served to bond The Teenager and me in a way that watching the movie from the couch with a bag of popcorn and a box of Milk Duds just could not accomplish.
And, Saturday, following the Man-Cub’s wrestling tournament (Third Place!), Hugh and I got dressed up and attended the local community theater’s production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream and, there is nothing like three hours of Shakespeare to restore IQ points.
Unfortunately, Shakespeare is no remedy for irritated hip joints but, I can’t ask for everything.