Uneventful Thanksgiving, mostly: Wednesday I got to DC, stayed out til three dancing, got to Charlottesville early Thursday with a hangover, went out Friday with Nat and Peach and Joel and Savage.
I met some Charlottesville geek types who had actually heard of my book, which was cool: I was, as they say, “fanboyed” for the first time. Saturday, I saw Master and Commander, which was OK. They did show some relatively accurate moments: bad surgery, someone trying to take a dump in rough seas, and of course rum and lashing, but they skipped the sodomy.
And then, Sunday, the ride. Joel’s friend Will and Will’s father were going up to the Skins game and offered us a ride to the Metro in Vienna. They arrived at our house and we offered them coffee or snacks. Will’s father said, no, I’m havin’ the breakfast of champions, and pulls out a couple Bud Lights. So we drove off, Will (thank god) at the wheel. They had bourbon, soda, beer, wine, and no food. The father said he has his boots on and so they won’t need to buy booze inside the stadium either. He drank three or four bottles of beer and then started to pack a bowl. About five minutes before we get to Vienna he realized he’d forgotten the tickets, so they dropped us off and turn around to go get them– his wife was going to meet them halfway, in Warrenton.
Yeah, it was good to be back in Charlottesville for awhile.
Secretly Ironic 