What a friggin' week. It started with the trip to Altoona for another week while spending a few days in State College. I was hoping to perhaps end my now two year sexual drought with the help of my Internet 'Ho, an easy chick who has been tormenting with with far away promises of action. Alas though, I was dissed and got none.
So basically I worked, saw Joe Varby (a.k.a. Dr. Dirty), went to the strip joint again (moderate fun, no big deal), and that was pretty much that. The end of the week, theough, I went to Toronto the my company's head office and hung out with one of the founders. It was relatively cool, especially there were a bunch of other offices there with a good share of cute chicks.
But that's not the kicker. When I finally got back, I got a message that one of my friends from undergrad suffered a wee bit of a loss. Her recently born baby had died of SIDS. What an unmitigated pisser. The worse part is that last year she had a miscarriage. No doubt she's reconsidering any procreation plans she had. I saw him, too, about a month ago. He was cute.
The bitter irony is that he was born the last time I was on a road trip. I'm almost afraid of what will happen the next time I go on a trip for work.
Not to sound like a totally insensitive clod, but I can't help but notice how much attitudes have changed. The sad truth is, two hundred years ago the loss of a newborn infant would be roughly analogous to having someone walk through your flower garden: inconvenient, but you can always start again next year. Now it's a mind-boggling sadness when somebody loses a kid. Oh well. Times they are a changin'.
At least that's not something I'll have to worry about. I believe you still have to get laid before you can get someone pregnant.