Had a pleasant Thanksgiving in Florida, was somewhat overwhelmed by all of the spacious sweaty hotness of it all, all that land and all those houses and all those shiny cars, no signs of winter rust or salt-induced holes in the floorboards. Big cars and big roads, big bridges and big yards. Can't imagine having a winter there; I don't know why they bother to call it that other than to get along with everyone else. It turned room temperature outside and people put on sweaters and showed nasty blue icicle graphics on the weather channel. It's a different way of life, one with plants that don't come from where I come from. Instead of lots full of evergreen "Christmas trees", there were lots of what I would call palm trees, and be wrong, but correct in that they all look like palm trees to me when they are that gray-green and sheep-dog flappy. The kind of trees you could dust with.
Retreated to the frigid northeast and enjoyed immensely lugging the immense suitcase through the throngs of superior modes of transportation. Passed some time unpacking and reflecting and giving up on the novel, doing some programming and wondering what I get out of all of this. Ended up at the Comedy Connection to see John Heffron perform, a Last Comic Standing winner, someone from my generation and my neck of the most important woods on Earth. Phenomenal comedy, but I don't know why, I laugh myself silly at jokes that maybe are supposed to facilitate our along-gettingness, but that might make things worse if we want to go about things a different way. Do you know what it means when a woman leaves a full trash bag in front of the back door? Also funny was the crowd, whom I accused of being middle-aged before being rebuked by my companion. As white as snow, though. Color seems to be important when it comes to comedy, or maybe it's just Boston. I spent both testicles on some mediocre alcohol and enjoyed the sounds of my new shoes sticking to the floor on the way out. If there were a fire, everyone there would die. Unless you think that a 3.5 foot wide 50 foot long windowless hallway is an effective exit for a gaggle of amazed bystanders.
I liked Faneuil Hall on a Saturday night the same way I liked recess.
Tonight I poured my heart and soul into my Amazon Wish List, tiz the season to wish maybe people wouldn't buy me anything but a drink, but I do like books. Though my eyes hurt, I still feel lucky.