Good Things, Bad Things, Foreign Things and a Chauffeur.
So last week was pretty much the best week of my life. I don't exaggerate. I really don't. But, as they say, all Good Things must come to an end. I'm not sure why though. Why must all Good Things come to an end but Bad Things can just keep on going? Like the series finale of Veronica Mars, for instance. Even though Veronica and Logan were so totally on the verge on something happening (you could tell from the eyesex they shared after Logan beat the crap out of the Russian dude), the show ended with Piz and Veronica still together. Therefore, the Bad Thing will be eternal and the Good Thing will, as far as we know, stay unresolved. It's unfair to say the least.I attended about a half an hour of a poetry festival today. I'm still wondering why the Hispanic man with his three six page (at least) poems felt the need to recite not only his poems in Spanish, but also have his translator buddy read them in English as well. Not to mention, the translator used the same waving hand motion in such rapid procession, I felt seasick.
I'm going to prom in a few weeks. No news to give as to the dress yet, but I assure you, it will not have feathers. My mom is getting her panties in a bunch about how I'll get to and from. You see, when my sister went to her four proms, she always went by limo. Limos aren't exactly scarce in Las Vegas, as you might imagine. But now we're on an island, and, when I brought up my question about a limo rental, I was laughed at. So I'm thinking of calling the Island Transit people and seeing how ridiculous it would be to rent a public bus for the night a la Party Bus. Although, since the kids here have probably never been on a Party Bus, they would probably laugh at this idea as well. But guaranteed we'd be the only people arriving to the prom via public transportation. Now that's class.
But I got off topic. The topic was: last week was the best week of my life. "Why?" You ask? Well, I'm not really sure. I don't quite remember. That's the thing about Good Things coming to an end and Normal Things replacing them. They're gone and so they start to fade and you start to question whether they really happened at all and, if so, were they really as good as you remember them being. I guess you just have to have faith and hope that the next Best Week of Your Life is better documented.
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