Uh, musing?

Family,

Apologies for not being a more active contributor thus far. I assure you all that I’ve been religiously reading these early posts and biding my time before dropping my first blog dookie, if you will. The truth is, I am now a lump (in a very literal sense of that word). Following the acrostic stylings of Matthew Jones, you could say I’m a

Listless

Unmotivated

Meat

Puddle.

Here’s a shortlist of my summer so far (maybe I’ll embellish some details to make this post worth skimming):

1.  I  joined twitter.

2.  I watched 4 seasons of Mad Men (and the first 2 episodes of the 5^th season).

3. I visited Cambridge.

4. I got a car.

1. Yup, twitter. Matt won me over and I do admit that I enjoy it. It’s a cool way to absorb a lot of different tidbits – useful information and nonsense alike. Though I’m finding short-form written comedy difficult to grasp and I have like 4 followers. Frankly, twitter, I need more validation from you if this is going to work out.

2.  I absolutely demolished Mad Men. If you have time on your hands and appreciate 1960s misogyny like I do, it’s a must watch. Don Draper is to Manhattan as Paul Mathis is to Harvard a cappella - they both have smooth voices and they both really get around.

3.  Being on campus was strange. I felt like I was wandering through the Limbo of Inception – vacant buildings reconstructed from memory, time rendered stagnant, imaginary wife-monster trying to kill me at every turn.

I met up with some track buddies and brought my friend Ricky along for the night. First we got Al’s and drank beer we bought at C’est Bon (just like the good old days, huh gang?). Then we moved to Border where I spent a whole lotta dough on drinks. At one point my friend Ricky started chatting up some cute girls at the bar. Bold. I soon turned and joined him, accidentally blowing up his spot – he told them he ran for Harvard Track (“What? No, I ran for Harvard.”) Oops. It turned out to be a running joke that night, so no harm done...I think.  

These girls were really fun. Turns out they are going to grad school at Harvard for English. It also turns out that Ricky has no game. And that’s coming from me. At one point he asked one girl, Emmy, if she spoke Spanish (she looked vaguely Hispanic). She didn’t. But despite a few verbal blunders on his end, I kept up a conversation with a blond named Liz for most of the time we were there. She was hotter and smarter than me. I got her number before we took off and she told me to call her when I’m back in town. I’ll keep you guys posted on that one. Clearly I’m proud.

4. It’s an Accord.

That’s all for now. I’m visiting Michelle in DC from Saturday to Wednesday. I’m very excited to sloth about and drink heavily in another part of the country. Paul I’ll call you. After that I’m going to Long Island to act in my friend Jenny’s film. Turns out the script calls for me to make out with…my friend Jenny. Sheesh. That’s gonna be really, really weird. Yolo? I’m sure I’ll have a story or two after that wraps.

I wanna hear from the rest of you guys! What’s the happy haps? Oh and Jane you’re a boss on the diamond, and a diamond on the boss. I have no idea what I mean by that. It’s probably a compliment.

Brian