Another fun filled week of scary ladder placement in order to get tape and glaze to the ceiling line means another few nights at Hotel Auntie. I think there might have been at least one night spent at Villa de Mom as well but last week was such a blur that I barely remember my name let alone what bed I slept in when. In the old days of college that would have been something to brag about but now it is just exhausting. Come to think of it, waking up in strange beds was fairly exhausting back then as well but since I was only in my twenties my body did not seem to scream at me as much. Maybe it was all the booze. Or the sex. Either way, it is clear it is time to move again.
While at Hotel Auntie we watched a movie that I probably should have seen by this point in my life, Blazing Saddles. I am not generally a fan of Mel Brooks movies, mostly because I am not a 12 year old boy and because I find it difficult to channel that part of my personality for half naked women jokes but I have to admit most of the movie was really funny. The premise (for the one other person in the world like me who has not yet seen it) consists of the old west and a bunch of white men enslaving a bunch of black men to construct the railroad. When they hit quicksand the track needs to divert in a direction right through the middle of a town and somewhere in there one of the black dudes hits one of the white dudes in the head with a shovel. Instead of hanging him, they decide to send him to that town to become its new sheriff, thinking that it will all work itself out naturally and that little town will be history in no time, opening up the railroad possibility. Since it is a Mel Brooks production you can imagine this is where the hilarity ensues.
After the movie was over we were talking politics because nothing follows up a Mel Brooks movie like discussing the fate of our nation. Who will do a better job of running the country? Who is the least likely candidate to bomb other nations for no good reason? Who is the least experienced? Auntie made a point to mention that Obama’s lack of political experience scares her, wondering if it would become an issue when he is dealing with other nations. I just said hey, we all saw how it worked out for the sheriff so I think we’d be all good. Nothing stops a political discussion faster than proving your point through comedic timing.
March has now descended upon us and no matter what Punxsutawney Phil decided I wanted so desperately to believe that spring would come sooner than those six weeks. Last night however the snow and rain moved in yet again and here we are racking up the record snowfall in another place I have lived. Everyone has told me I am not allowed to move to San Diego due to the potential ramifications but I look at it from another angle. Personally I think this is fate’s way of whispering “get out” when I walk down the stairs to the dark basement. Those idiots in horror movies usually stand around paralyzed with fear and always end up a bloody mess later. When I hear that little voice in the shadows I am running my ass off in the other direction thanks. All this snow is just the axe murder pushing me towards the door.