I suppose I should write my Friday report, before I'm washed to my doom in this flooding.
(DISCLAIMER: I know that some people have real floods to deal with. Some people lose everything they own, even their lives, to flooding. But I don't know any of those people, so it's okay.)
When I left my house to go to Rich O's last night it was pouring down rain.
I got there at about 8:00 I think. Doesn't really matter. The place was fucking packed. I ordered a Bell's Kalamazoo Stout (470) and sat at the island with some people I know and some people I don't know.
After a while, the voice of one of the people I don't know started slicing through my skull and vibrating all of my brain cells into mush, so I grabbed my shit and moved to the bar. It was either that or murder her.
And there I sat.
At the bar, I spent most of my time talking to the ghost. It was nice to see her again. I also texted RockGirl and I also talked to some stranger who was sitting at the other end of the bar.
The Bells's wasn't tasting very good. Probably my fault. So I ordered a bottle of Avery The Reverend.
And then I sat some more. I was really enjoying the solitude. Really. I sorta wished that I'd brought my notebook though. I could have written down the conversation that I had with the ghost.
Well The Reverend turned out to be too much for me and my semi-empty stomach, so I didn't quite finish the bottle (158).
When I left Rich O's it was pouring down rain. When I got home there was water seeping into my basement. It sucked. It still sucks.
Anyway, I was bored so I was going to go to this Korner Kitchen bar near my house but NotHideousGirl texted me so I went to see her instead. I went to this Mac's place that I don't like and I drank about a million Diet Cokes and talked to NotHideousGirl until they closed the place down at 3:00 and kicked us out.
On the way home (again) it was still fucking pouring down rain.
The main road to my house was blocked because of flooding, so I took the alternate road. That road featured about a dozen telephone poles in various states of scatteredness. These were I guess new poles that somebody had stashed somewhere so they'd be available when it came time to install them.
Brilliant plan, asshole.
The first pole I encountered was completely blocking the road, but I was able to shift into 4WD and drive through the ditch next to the road. Then there was a truck coming my way so I waved to get him to stop and told him about the pole. He told me that there were a dozen more poles waiting for me in the direction I was heading.
Most of these poles were not completely blocking the road so I could just drive around them. But one of them, the last one in fact, lay across the road at a point where there was no way to go around.
So I shifted back into 4WD, and drove right over the fucker.
That was pretty cool.
So I made it home and spent some time sucking water off of my basement floor with my shop vac.
When I went to bed it was still pouring down rain.
As I write this it's pouring down rain again.
I think I saw an ark go by earlier.