Friday, October 03, 2008
I hate days that peak early, then crash later.
You can chose your friends, but you can only have one mother. ~ Max Shulman
While my "only one mother" has been gone almost 21 years now, I'm still choosing friends (and sometimes vice versa). So Thursday, Mrs. Dada and I ventured north to the High Desert Brewing Company in Las Cruces, NM, for a little pre-debate distraction. It was a rendezvous suggested several weeks earlier by a ball of light, occasional commenter here at Dada's and other blogs. We'd never met, but a ball of light said he was going to be in the area for a couple of days while on a chile run and had e-mailed me asking if I'd be interested in sharing a repast over some excellent ale/s at the High Desert.
I thought if this was a cover by some covert governmental security agency to rendition me off to endless darkness in an underground dungeon in Syria, a ball of light had chosen the perfect bait to land Dada. I accepted his invitation. But to have witnesses of my demise, I suggested a ball of light might also enjoy meeting those balladeers, Tom and Brenda, who so aptly captured Sarah Palin in their clever Redneck from Wasilla You Tube several weeks ago. A ball of light agreed.
We decided to meet at precisely 3:17. This would allow us plenty of time before the nightcap to a perfect day, the vice presidential "debate." We enjoyed making a new friend and reuniting with old ones for the next 2 and 1/2 hours. We touched on a wide range of topics, none in any great depth. We discussed Sarah, the impending debate, religion, synchronicity, the mysticism of the world of the quanta, super colliders, predictive linguistics and what it might portend for us all later this month and, yes, where the hell everyone's been for the past half century plus.
Too soon it was time to go. It had been a pleasant afternoon. Mrs. Dada and I made the hour drive home just in time to watch the debate with Editor Sam. I don't remember how far into it I got before shutting down the tube. (Mrs. Dada saw it through to the end with Sam.) But it was after being asked a question and Palin stood there silent for a couple of moments, I suspected she was wired, i.e., she was waiting for her "feed" to tell her how to respond. But I guess the realization there was no pit -- there would be no mud-wrestling this night -- I shut it off.
Unlike the afternoon, the evening was a huge disappointment. I concluded that once more the old saying, "There are more horses asses than horses," still rings true.