A Rare Good One

My tooth is still a tit, but I had a doggone good day. Through careful scrimping, Roomie managed to save sixty bucks, so we went to our favorite restaurant. Oh, my God, food not from a box. My stomach was so happy that I could have cried. We both wallowed in the unspeakable luxury of being out of the house and in the sunshine. It was unseasonably hot, but the sky was a flawless blue, so I'll take it.

Once our bellies were satisfied, we went to the library to kill time before the early showing of Godzilla: King of the Monsters. The book and bake sale is tomorrow, so everything was in chaos and the staff were in a dither. They set up the long tables for the baked goods in the foyer and thereby blocked access to the bathrooms to anyone not able-bodied and svelte, which is annoying as hell when you have to take a load off, but I've learned long since that there's no use complaining because they'll just wring their hands and get all Bambi-eyed and simper something about Jesus and how they just need to ask me for a little bit of patience for these two days. I'm always tempted to agree and then promptly drop trou where I sit, but I bet that while their Jesus might approve of screwing cripples out of the opportunity to use the bathroom, He'd frown mightily at the deposition of some organic compost beside the future home of the godawful cakes and pies they fob off on the civic-minded, and I'd rather not get banned from the entire library system for the rest of my days.

Our meal out consumed most of our hoarded cash, so we'll not be going to the sale this go-round, but I did find three books to check out from the library proper, including And the Band Played On, which has been on my list for years. While I was prowling the stacks, no fewer than three people came in to ask when the sale was. This despite the ginormous sign that has been posted on the road in front of the library for months and the fliers on the door. I know most of their patrons are older than the Ten Commandments, but does no one bother to read? What with their great love of books. Even better, one old biddy also asked where the audiobook section was while she was standing in front of it and despite the large, clear sign indicating its whereabouts. Drugs. I need drugs to cope with the staggering magnitude of the dribbling dumbassery evident in the populace.

Fortunately for me, my head did not explode like a Martian brain exposed to Slim Whitman jams, so we made the movie. More on that tomorrow, but the short of it is that it was fun, but there was too much focus on the insipid drips in meatsuits and too few monster fights. And justice for Mothra, dammit. She was so beautiful and sweet, but they did that baby girl so dirty. Boo! Hiss! I'm going to have starch in my britches about that for a while.