The Chill Cometh

I will be retiring for the night to my bed. I shall sleep below a sleeping bag, a non-down comforter and a flannel sheet. I will fall asleep to the sounds of my loud space heater. I shall be serenaded by the strong winter gusts against my windows. City light will keep me awake ala Married with Children. I Must...think...warm.

Tonight we went to the old sports bar to watch our alma mater play basketball. This particular bar fancies itself a 'badger bar'. That means alumni will show up to watch these games on the numerous TV screens. For me, it means I get to see a lot of the same faces that populated my business school. Most of them were the social climbing, Greek system loving Abercrombie and Fitch sporters. In business school I was the guy with long hair, cargo pants, and I didn't stand around to "network" if I didn't have to be there. So I see these same faces and it takes me back to feeling like I was in the business school again...uh, where I would occasionally feel like I was in high school again. Two observations:

1. I spotted a former next door neighbor from the year we lived above the laundromat. This girl was sort of...well, stuck up. They weren't that cool, they made us turn our stereo down on the last exam day of the semester, and their slumber parties would keep Jake awake at night. The point of the story is....with all that fake tanning over the years, this girl looks 25 going on 40.

2. At the table next to us, this very pretty and attractive alum sat down at the table, put her purse down, and said to her identically sweatshirted and "dressed down" friends: "Look at me, I look fuckin' disgusting." Wow....I'd like to see what she looks like when she's not "fuckin' disgusting." Some people's self-images are so warped...it makes me laugh.

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