how droll it would have been

12/22/04

Oh, how I would like to entertain you, fair readers. Sure, there’d be trenchant witticisms, fleeting persiflage of pique, effervescent bon mots spilling down the page. Oh, the political commentary, the cutting observations on popular culture, the well-baked theorems on cosmology. Oh, how we would have laughed!!!

But it’s 5:05am and I’m in a hotel room outside Fort AP Hill, Virginia.

Perhaps a commenter can fill in something delightful while I try to drive to Texas in 30 hours straight?

0 thoughts on “how droll it would have been

  1. Laurie from Manly Dorm

    Man, you get around! NY, Newport, Fort AP Hill, VA (exactly where is that??), and then Texas. Hope your back holds up! I am stuck in my cubicle, with my grumpy boss hovering, waiting for the day to end so I can get the hell outta here and have a real Christmas with my little family. Yes, this is indeed the kind of professional future I had envisioned when I was a bright-eyed student at Carolina! Oh, the glory that is mine at my Job! The stress! The tedious meetings! The borderline personality co-workers!
    Oh well, here is something delightful. This morning, as I was getting ready to leave home for work, my daughter burst out of her room and ran down the stairs. She said, “Mama! I heard you leaving, and I wanted to give you a huggy kissy before you left for work! Hope you have a wonderful day! You are the best Mama in the world!” God, I love that kid! She is the total reason for my being, and I am so excited for you and Tessa. There will be days when you feel as though your heart will burst with love for little Peanut.
    Hope you have a wonderful Christmas. Drive safely! You have precious cargo in that car!

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  2. brent

    There’s a world outside your window
    And it’s a world of dread and fear
    Where the only water flowing
    Is the bitter sting of tears
    And the Christmas bells that ring
    There are the clanging chimes of doom
    Well tonight thank God it’s them instead of you
    damn those silly Europeans are dark

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  3. CL

    Keep your foot hard on the pedal
    Son, never mind them brakes
    Let it all hang out ’cause we got a run to make
    The boys are thirsty in Atlanta and there’s beer in Texarcana
    And we’ll bring it back no matter what it takes…
    West bound and down, loaded up and truckin’
    We gonna do what they say can’t be done
    We’ve got a long way to go and a short time to get there
    I’m west bound, just watch ol’ “Bandit” run!!
    Oh, well, another strike against our generation…you ask for original thought, and we give you ’70s and ’80s song lyrics…

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  4. Sean Williams

    You’re driving to Texas? Two days before Christmas?
    Man, that seems like an absurdly bad idea. Maybe you should just go home.
    No, no, I’m sure you have your reasons. I’m just recommending that you don’t go. I’m not insisting, it’s really just, y’know, advice.

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  5. Greg

    As an alternative to Laurie from Manly’s morning experience, my 2 1/2 yr old son refused to even look at me this morning as I left and broke out screaming when my wife suggested that he give me a hug and say bye-bye to me. Oh, well. Sometimes you’re the statue, sometimes you’re the pigeon.

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  6. Laurie from Manly Dorm

    Greg, believe me. . . I had many Days of the Pigeon Droppings when my daughter was 2 1/2! For some reason, (maybe proper alignment of the planets?), age 5 is all about love, huggy kissies, and pronouncements of how wonderful I am. I will need to cherish these days. . . especially when she is a tween and does not want to be seen with Mama!

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  7. Andrew

    Greg: You are a true Tar Heel hoops fan to have the pigeon/statue reference so readily available.
    A safe and happy holidays to all.

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  8. Lisa in Maui

    For a long time your only entertainment was the pleasure of sunsets.
    “I really like sunsets. Let’s go look at one now…”
    “But we have to wait…”
    “What for?”
    “For the sun to set.”
    At first you seemed quite surprised, and then you laughed at yourself. And you said to me, “I think I’m still at home!”
    Indeed. When it’s noon in the United States, the sun, as everyone knows, is setting in France. If you could fly to France in one minute, you could watch the sunset. Unfortunately France is much too far. And you would watch the twilight whenever you wanted to…
    ~from “The Little Prince”
    Where ever you are celebrating your Holidays this year, here’s wishing you a Mele Kalikimaka & Hauoli Makahiki Ho! (Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!)
    Aloha from Maui!
    ~lisa

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  9. eric g.

    Ian,
    From the deepest recesses of my Cub Scout memories, I recall Fort A.P. Hill, Virginia figuring prominently in the world of scouting, specifically on the pages of Boys’ Life magazine. Maybe it’s the site of the annual Scout Jamboree, where scouts meet to discuss tolerance of boys of all races, creeds and orientations…oh, wait, that last part was a dream…

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