It seems that life never loses the opportunity to give my spirit a youthful vigor and kick in the teeth.
Some of my old college colleagues collected in a collage of colloquialistic collaborators, most collared with the collet of matrimony. And that'll be a bonus 10 points for me for such outrageous alliteration!
So anyway, the House of Warble has held a Christmas party in their central Pennsylvania home since that glorious day when we all fled from that hellish place known as Grove City College into the world. Up until now, however, I had never made those trips for some reason or another, mostly because they lived about five hours from my former home. Now that I live in eastern PA, though, it's only about a 2 hour trip. That I can handle.
All went OK, and I got to see people I hadn't seen since I moved down here, including me arch-nemesis, the evil Louie, who thinks he's all cool just because he can leg press 750 lbs and chicks dig him and he can beat me in hockey by cheating ruthlessly. To add to his already long list of grievances against my person, he quite evilly and with malice aforethought broke my glasses just as the evening was getting going. I had considered putting my contacts in, but NOOO, I figured, why should I put on eyes for these bastards? So he snapped my glasses clean in half. Sure they were old and, in fact, predated my ex-girlfriend-turned-evil-backstabbing-'ho, but STILL.
That was just as we were heading out, too. First we went to the hospital to visit the Warbles' newest addition to the family, a baby boy named Steven who was unfortunately a bit of a preemie, so there is hard-core finger-crossing for all concerned. They told me he looked cute, but I couldn't exactly TELL since I was kind of BLIND due to Louie's evil.
Then we went to the Hershey park Christmas festival, which they TOLD me was quite pretty with all the lights and everything, but again, I COULDN'T TELL. In case you haven't caught the hints, I'm quite terribly blind without my glasses. In fact, were a normal person to don my spectacles, they could see into another dimension.
So overall, my night as a nearly blind person was not half as enjoyable as I thought it would be. I have never appreciated my eyes more. Actually, come to think of it, my eyes SUCK. It's modern opthamological methods that I really appreciate. So now I'm wearing a pair left over from my friggin' high school days. At least I can see, though.
I also ate venison, which tasted a lot like meat.
