Journey to Old Town

I took my sister and Tim to old town today for some Mexican food with Jeremy and Jodi. We started off with some margaritas, and then hurt ourselves with way-too-much food that I’m much less used to eating these days.

We walked to the Natural History Museum to see if there’d be any good imax flicks playing.  A girl named Rachel was working at the front desk, but I pretended that I’d never met her before and that I was unaware she had some kind of history with my friend Ben Standage during his stay in America (instead of England, or Canada). I presented some margarita-induced charm to her, but I wasn’t very good at it, and she didn’t really care for it. And somewhere in the conversation, I think she pointed at the “closed” sign that was being turned at the front door.

Along the way, I stopped to look at a group of statues that had some kind of southwestern significance (?), but I chose to focus on a statue of Mother Mary and Baby Jesus prancing along on a donkey in the midst of murderous Spanish conquistadors while bearing an expression of approval.

Real Life

We had a family gathering at the house to celebrate my sister’s stay in ABQ for a few days. Tim, my sister’s boyfriend, flew in to join the family bash today. Everyone brought their dogs along with things like chips ‘n dip.

My camera went missing for about 10 minutes, then I found this picture on the camera when I got it back:

Mum made pork loin for dinner. I often get curious about what new company may experience at our dinner table. There’s never really a stable conversation exchanged about usual life-things; mostly a lot of gags based on previous jokes. I don’t even know if our interaction is funny or even understandable to outsiders.

After dinner, Mum and I had a conversation about her encounter with a spiritual medium when she was a teenager, and how most of the medium’s predictions about her life came true. I asked her if she thought it was an overall positive or negative experience. She said that at first she thought it was silly, then later was a little freaked out about it, and came to think it was evil. Intrigued, I told her about past semi-psychic experiences I’ve had where some of my dreams contained events which later came true, which seemed to be positive for me.

These are the conversations I like to have with my mum.

Still going to cool-bars.

Birthdays seem to have multiple celebrations in my family, so they’re more like birthweeks.

Today Erin threw a surprise party for Josh and a group of us played pool at a cool-people bar, where the prime selection of women and men appear to be manifestations of an MTV reality show cast. It’s always better for me to leave these types of bars before coming down from a beer buzz. Otherwise a part of me buys into the illusion that I don’t belong on this planet.

What I found particularly interesting is how the server girl came to our table multiple times through the night, and would ask everybody individually if they needed anything, skipping me each time; no eye contact, not even a glance. I traded seats with somebody, same result. I thought maybe it could be that she liked me or something, but then I remembered that male/female interactions don’t really work that way after elementary school.

Pizza Blister

Today was Josh’s birthday, so I went over to join the mini-party. As you can see, Erin burned the pizza. For about an hour I smelled the aroma filling the apartment. I thought she just had the oven on some kind of slow-cook mode. The fun part was when she poked the black crispy cheese bubble, and smoke shot out like a steam whistle. The pizza let out a dying scream. Then I ate some because I was starving.