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Thursday, 01 September
I Resent Other People's Happiness

Labor Day weekend is coming up, and boy, am I looking forward to . . . not relaxing! Well, some relaxing, I guess. Like 3/4 of the non-service economy employees in this country, I'm taking Friday off for the good old four-day weekend, because, hey, I can. (Working for a nonprofit may not get me serious wages, but boy do I rack up the paid time off--also, I rarely call in sick.)

And I need the spare time, because the wife and I are attending two fucking weddings over the weekend. I've said it before and I'll say it again: WHY MUST OTHER PEOPLE'S HAPPINESS INCONVENIENCE ME SO? Honestly. Would it be so bad for other people to be lonely shut-ins? It worked for me when AOL started up.

Saturday is the first one, and it's totally the wife's fault. They're friends of hers, and she also has spent time caring for their little boy. In fact, they set up the whole deal (at their house) in that cutesy way where they make it seem like the kid is throwing the party. "Don't tell Mommy and Daddy, but we're having a party!" And all that. They're totally nice guys, really, but . . . please, don't do this. Because now when I eat some overboiled carrots, I'm going to think that junior just wiped a bunch of shit on them. Also, is the kid going to know where they keep the Tanqueray 10? This stuff is important.

On Sunday, it's our friends J. and P. J. is some sort of web designer thingy (I have a complex understanding of these things), and P. works for NPR, so I assume there will be a short communion with virtual dolphins. I'll be very disappointed if this doesn't happen. At the very least, I expect to play WoW with the bride and groom, preferably underwater at a kelp garden. I've got this Drow Cabbage that will KICK THEIR MARRIED ASSES, and I haven't even mentioned my Icy Manipulator and Oubliette cards.

Well, hell, we'll see what happens. I'm kind of intrigued by the idea of the kid running the show on Saturday. Because maybe then, instead of the usual tired "you may now awkwardly jam the ring on to her finger," stuff, we'll get someting different.


And then? Duh. We play trucks.

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"(I have a complex understanding of these things)"

I don't think anyone believes that you have a complex understanding of anything. A simplex understanding , maybe, but complex? No way...

Comment number: 005994   Posted by: Jado on September 1, 2005 05:47 AM from IP:

Here's some happiness that others can resent YOU for:

The founder of Seablogs, a Seattle Weblog site, named Izzle Pfaff as among his favorite Seattle blogs... going so far as to call you "consistently funny and entertaining."


Comment number: 005995   Posted by: Allie on September 1, 2005 10:32 AM from IP:

Years ago I went to a wedding where a little boy walked his mom down the aisle. When the priest asked, "Who gives this woman to be married?" he piped up, "I do!" And everyone in the congregation said "Awww ..."

The refreshments at your friend's wedding this weekend may feature Ritz crackers & peanut butter. Also, a a lemonade stand instead of a cash bar. Good luck.

Comment number: 005996   Posted by: Mickey on September 1, 2005 06:14 PM from IP:

Why do you assume a couple getting married represents "happiness?"

Comment number: 005997   Posted by: Neil on September 3, 2005 10:59 PM from IP:

Big ups to the drow!

Comment number: 005998   Posted by: kaf on September 6, 2005 09:53 AM from IP:

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