I’m pretty tired today. Last night I went to an art opening. Being a kind sort of person, I brought some people back to my place for an after-after-party. They cleared out at about five. I think they spilled more gin than they drank. Left quite a bit on the table too. But they did bring some snacks, which I thought was quite nice.
While it’s nice to clean up sans hangover – removing old martinis while your blood brims with gin can be a herculean test of endurance – I still wish that I had a robotic house. Rudy the Roomba does a fine job but I’d love to have a little humanoid who knew when to remove the glasses and wash the dishes. His touch would need to be as soft as a bird-dog’s mouth.
This summer I’m going to my local WalMart, where I’ll attempt to purchase a midget. I’ll ask to be shown to their midget section. I’m betting that I’ll get the same comedy routine they deliver whenever I’ve asked to see anything. They’ll have no idea what I’m talking about and I’ll be referred to other ignoramuses, who also have no idea what I want. Should be entertaining though.
