Sunday, October 29, 2006

David B, please report to the ticket counter

(bisque bowls prepared for glazing, now see above for the after)
Last night’s dreams included a return to my last term in college, which was a disoganised mess and I was happy to wake up and find I am not a disorganised mess. Speaking of which:

OK, important news. I noticed, using my special James Bond style software, that I have had visitors to this blog from far and wide, including, of course, Denis in Vermont, and also another of my oldest pals, DAVID B, of Brighton England, sometimes Japan. At 17 I went to college, and landed in a suite with 8 other geeky losers, OK, that’s not nice, I wasn’t a geeky loser like them, and Denis was two doors down. David, fresh from the UK was next door. Havn’t seen him in almost 20 years, havn’t written in a few, but DAVID, YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND! WRITE A COMMENT OR SEND AN EMAIL! PLEASE!

4 comments:

denis said...

"At 17 I went to college, and landed in a suite with 8 other geeky losers, OK, that’s not nice, I wasn’t a geeky loser like them,"

that's true. you were much worse!

hey, gar, i've observed that the more you blog, the more your sense of humor comes out. keep on bloggin'

gr said...

You're right, I was worse than all you guys, but at least not psycho like two or three other guys or foreign like David and Marcelo. Didn't Marcelo like to lie around in his birthday suit and read poetry to himself while scratching where it itched?
The chicks liked Marcelo for some reason.

denis said...

that's true. those memories are flooding my mind now. yikes.

gr said...

Marcelo was very hairy