Inauguration Day
Last night, I called my friend Joe. I had four things I wanted to talk to him about.
Number 1. I fixed my vacuum cleaner. This seems minor, I know, but I have two cats and, as any studio apartment dweller with two cats can tell ya, I gotta vacuum REGULARLY. The layer of cat hair and litter gravel that had accumulated throughout my apartment had reached such epic proportions, I thought I was going to have to move. So, while I was watching the NBA draft, I decided to break out my IKEA tool set, which still smells like moth balls for some reason, and the ailing vacuum cleaner and set to work taking it apart. Turns out, at some distant past point, I had run over a pen, which then lodged itself in the curvy part of the hose, and a 4-inch cylindrical tuft of cat hair, my hair, dust, litter, and God knows what else had backed up behind it. It sounds gross, I know, but I can’t tell you how satisfying it was to pull that chunk outta there. I put the thing back together, which was a LOT harder than taking it apart, and plugged it in. The familiar and pleasant whirring sound assured me that soon, all that cat hair would be living right where it should: in a bag in the vacuum cleaner in my coat closet next to my laundry basket.
I felt pretty smug about this accomplishment, I gotta say.
Number 2. For the first time in history, three guys from Washington state had been drafted in the FIRST freakin’ round of the NBA draft. Two of them in the first six drafts! That would have been cool enough, but to make me even weepier, two guys from the starting line-up of the Championship Tar Heels team went to Charlotte. I’m not normally a big basketball fan, but I got really into March Madness this year (it was a boyfriend thing, don’t ask). So it was really fun to see all these guys I’d gotten to know become instant millionaires. Plus, I heart Sean May.
Joe said that I’m the only person he knows who cries during the NBA draft. I’d just like to point out that it’s not true: did you see those boys’ mamas?
Number 3. I got some, um, good financial news. Yeah, that’s it. Or potentially good financial news. We’ll leave it at that for now.
Number 4. I wanted to start a blog. Joe has his own awesome site; a good college friend and her husband have started one to document their move to Boston for more school; I read gawker, like, everyday, OMG!; and I just started reading dooce.com with a fervor I never knew myself capable of. I’m fascinated by blogs, and as I read them, I keep thinking about all the random, funny, brilliant (even if that’s just in my own humble opinion) thoughts I have throughout the day, and what funny, brilliant posts I could turn those thoughts into. (I mean, seriously, did you read Number 1 above?!)
So, here it is: my very own blog. In this democracy of Hickopolis, population 1, I have elected myself mayor/president/grand ruler of everything that is righteous and good (because in Hickopolis, everything is!). With a lot of help from my…er, um…advisory team, this site will be up and beautiful and all of that soon. In the meantime, you will have to be content with just my ramblings, which, by the by, are pretty damn brilliant so far, don’t you think?