Prior to moving to the WordPress format, I still did some writing, as evidenced on Varentines Day, but didn’t actually post due to the fact that I was in the midst of the transition.
Well, the transition has occurred, and I’ll be the first to admit, that it feels kind of silly that I’m posting rants, brogs, and opinions about events that are now several weeks old, and technically no longer valid. But the way I see it, I don’t have the heart to delete the words that I chose to write in the first place, and the longer I wait, the more invalid they become.
I wrote the following about three weeks ago, when I was snowed-in at my parents’ house, which was supposed to be a relaxing weekend with the family, celebrating my mom’s birthday. Instead, Mother Nature decided to take a great huge dump on Virginia, and ironically, this is prior to the so-called “Snowpocalypse.”
Originally written on January 31, 2010
I spent the past weekend in Virginia. And if I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t have, if I knew that it was going to transpire like it did. Not only did Mother Nature take a big crap all over my fairly basic plans, but I’m also not working – despite the fact that no companies, except for the one that I’m temporarily extradited from actually works on weekends, I’m not working – no income is coming in to cover for the lesser cost of airfare that I put towards travel.
But those are just the fairly public and friendly excuses, but the truth of the matter is that I just didn’t really have any good time being up here, and I would have rather have been home, saving my money, and playing more Mass Effect.
Long story short is, I came up despite warnings of inclimate weather, found out that the “just a few inches” turned out to be 7-8 inches that came all day on Saturday, and pretty much left my family resigned to house arrest while our initial plans of getting a nice family portrait with the third generation, and then the much-anticipated trip to Buca di Beppo for dinner were flushed down the drain. My mother’s a good sport, and mostly ambivalent to the idea of her birthday to begin with, but my sister and I had put forth a good bit of enthusiasm for the occasion, and for the snow to come literally on the one convenient day or all of us to slam the door on it, kind of makes me perturbed.
It’s funny how that works out, as kids, we’re conditioned to always hope for the snow, since it’s something to play out in, and most importantly, it forces the schools to close. Little did we realize back then, the havoc it created on the roads; it’s bad enough people can’t drive to begin with, to make matters worse with snow and ice is like throwing kerosene into the fireplace sometimes. But as we grow up, and try to live our lives in places outside of our cul-de-sacs, our homes, and our territories, the snow turns out to be this inconvenient son of a bitch that has the mutant power to effectively ruin plans.
So pretty much confined to the house for all of Saturday and most of Sunday, I had a lot of time to myself, or with my family. Which, more or less becomes a ticking time clock to when I’m going to get lectured by someone. The worst part is that I’m the only one on the other side now. The other side of the line that divides married, child-bearing adults who apparently have all the right answers, from me, the apparent youth, whom no matter what he says how fine is life is, is clearly wrong, and needs to be told such, and that he’ll come to his senses eventually.
Fuck that.
My saving grace came in my best friend and his wife, whom picked me up from the airport and we went out to a pizzeria despite the snow and chowed down. And then we got together and watched the Royal Rumble, despite the fact that weather likely caused the delay of a flight that would’ve brought some other close friends over whom I was hoping I’d get to see as well. But alas, it was still a food-filled jovial evening, where I ate too much, as is the norm away from home, and I’m sitting in my old basement typing away, while I’m looking forward to going home tomorrow to jog off a few of these calories, and finally get a chance to prep my WordPress to customization. And if I’m fortunate, I’ll maybe get some callbacks from a job that might not suck.
Edge won the Royal Rumble, by the by, despite massive Shawn Michaels expectations.
