Well, I missed last Thursday's Drinking Liberally because there was simply too much going on. Friday, however, I made it to meet my mother to give her a carload of junk from my dorm room, to VW's house for a cook-in (V's mom was there from Kansas), and to see Kat Williams singing the blues at La Rues. It was great. Later that night, I realized I was starting to get sick.
Saturday, the moms, Jen's grandmother, Jen and I went to Malaprops to see Rue McLanahan. Oh man, it was awesome. She looks just the same, and we got a picture with her. She was awfully tired by the end of the book-signing, but that didn't stop her from letting the line go all the way through. Mom bought her book for $2.15 more in large print. She kills me. We went to T.G.I.Friday's for dinner and I came back to their room to get my frogs.
Oh yeah. The frogs. We bought two: Gilgamesh and Enkidu, and sure enough, Gilgie was being a big baby, thinking he's a god, hiding in the sea shell all damn day. Subsequently, he died, and we went back to buy a younger, more lively frog, which I named Utanapishtim, which is also from The Epic, but it means "he who has found life."
If you don't remember Utan, he's the one in the story that Gilgamesh finally made it to meet (after Enkidu's death), and he was supposed to live forever. He was spared by the Flood and he set Gilgamesh up with a test to brink Enkidu back to life. Of course, Gilgamesh failed.
I guess, even though I didn't want any frogs to die, it does the story justice that this time, in my tank, Enkidu survived instead of dying at the wish of Gilgamesh's mother. In the story, Enkidu died for Gilgamesh, and in my tank, Enkidu and Little Utan live. They grab life by the horns, ladies and gentlemen, and I love them both very much.
I'm also taking care of Jen's fish, Edgar, for a while. The things you do for love...ah. :)
So, now, I'm home, coughing, sneezing, and drinking a Coke. I'm getting ready to go to sleep to the sound of Bill Hicks: Sane Man in the background. Tomorrow brings less snot, with any luck.
Thanks for reading. Take care.
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