The Weekend Ahead

So, my friend Len called last night. He wants to go to Milwaukee for a Brewers game on Saturday followed by a Cubs game on Sunday. I know what this will mean---a weekend of greasy tavern food and $7.00 stale stadium beers. So after considering my nearly impecunious financial state, I agreed to go. There is plenty of room on my credit card. And it should be fun.

Had tentative plans with Suburban Melissa this weekend but she's dropped off the face of the earth again---no doubt the result of another family/emotional crisis. Before our first date, she crashed her car. Before our second, she fell and hit her head. In between, she cancelled because her brother had broken up with his girlfriend and was moving in with her. Our New Year's brunch was cancelled due to her hangover. Still, I have to admire the moxie of a 37-year-old divorced mother of three who dyes her hair pink. She'll turn up sometime during the week with a good story and an apology and an offer to cook dinner for me which I'll probably accept. And for all the chaos in her life, at least she's never gone psycho on me. And I accept and embrace a certain amount of chaos. The sheared respectability of suburbia is not for me.

Beth---that was chaos. She burned her ass on a portable radiator before what was supposed to be our first date. Which meant that the intern across the hall was the only one handling her that night. She offered to send me a picture of her injury. I said OK. What I got was a professionally done topless photo.

Marathon pre-training continues. Will try to run 10 this weekend. With Len in town, could be difficult. Only thing he seems capable of running these days is a bar tab.