In the sad wake of Notre Dame burning yesterday, I mentioned getting engaged there. Oso said she enjoyed hearing it, but that was only a tiny part of the story.
Here I will tell a complete version of my history. I will start at the beginning.
In January of 2000, a close friend of mine, Rick, invited me to an “Ignore The Super Bowl Party.” The idea was to keep the sound off during the game so everyone could chat, then turn it on during the commercials, so everyone could laugh. That was back in the days of the Dotcom bubble, and the commercials were hilarious.
During the week before the game, if Rick asked me once, he asked me five times if I was coming on Sunday. I told him yes each time. But when Sunday came I really didn’t want to go, but I thought, “Fuck, I told him five times I was coming. I’ll just go and stay for a drink and say I have to get up early in the morning, then leave early.”
So I went.
May 21, 2019
“I don’t give two shits if people think I’m nuts, it’s no worse than being called homophobic, denying trans people the opportunity to be mentally unstable, thinking that race is irrelevant, not liking sex or not liking a sex I don’t know but I hate that bitch, Hillary.”