Every year for the past I don't know how long, I devote an entry to coming of Fall. I don't know why, but it is one of my favorite seasons. I have to wonder when Vivaldi wrote his Four Seaons, if he had a favorite season and if one could tell in the composition. haha! I love the crisp air and the cleansing rain that invariably follows, washing things anew.
As I write, the fountain outside burbles rythmically, jazz is playing, Kiki is doing her homework and that cool Fall breeze has started to waft through the sliding glass door. Soon it will be cool enough to light the fireplace, and the experience will be complete.
Today is a total vegging day. Contrary to popular belief (Tiani!) there are times when I just sit on my ass all day and don't harbor a singled damned desire to do a damned thing. I was in my boxer briefs till about 2PM playing Ninja Gaiden II and it was good. Kiki left to go to Walmart and came back with breakfast, err, brunch and I was still in my chonies. And it was good. If I have my way, the rest of the weekend will follow suit.
Kiki gets my appreciation for bringing one of my favorite breakfasts, on her own, KNOWING what I like to eat and not calling ahead first. How motherhumpin' cool is that!?
BBQ that is. It is a damned dangerous thing when there is a really good bbq joint minutes from the house. On the way from work, we debated about the usual suspects of delivery and take-out versus the dwindling inventory of items in the house. From the back of my head, I remembered a bbq joint we were supposed to check out. Kiki suggested a veg night of take-out, videos and the games we picked up for the 360. Fine by freaking me!
So we arrive at the BBQ Pit on Fletcher Highway. I could spell the smoke of a wood, I couldn't discern, but I knew it was a good sign. Good bbq is done over wood of some sort and that is a good sign indeed. We enter the joint and it's cafeteria style. You wait in line to make your order, then the meat is chopped up, sides placed on your plate and you move onto desserts and payment. The line reaching toward the door was another good sign. No one waits in line for shitty food. We look over the menu and settle on a slab of pork ribs, baked beans and potato salad to go.
As we approach our order area, we spy a ham being carved up. Juices are seeping out of the meat, and every slice looks as juicy as the last. While we waited someone brought out a fresh slab of ribs. What seemed to be the pit master mopped the ribs. At home after close inspection, I think these were Carolina-style ribs. Minimal seasons, with a marinade mopped on top.
Ribs, West Wing and a couple of beers. It was a good night!
Something has crossed my path that boggles my mind on the one hand and bothers me on the other. I have been told on a few occasions recently that I am intimidating. Physically intimidating I get. At 6'2 and 325 lbs., the build of lineman, if I square off to most people they generally back down. But no, lately I've been getting that my "intelligence, confidence, self-assurance, drive..," blah blah blah can be found intimidating. I don't get this and frankly it bothers me. Isn't intelligence supposed to be a good thing? I don't think I flaunt that I am smart. After years of getting shit from different areas of my life, I am quite content not 'showing off' or trying to impress people. The useless knowledge in my head is reserved for Jeapardy, Wheel of Fortune and the occasional game of Trivial Pursuit.
I talked to my friend KT, very beautiful and tall woman who gets similar shit. At 5'11, she's waaaay taller than the average chica. And that's just barefoot! When she goes out and rocks the hot heels, she can be taller than me. Height is hot! Anyway, she has heard similar horse puckey because of her intelligence and height. Her modesty won't let her overtly own her hotness, but she is very much so. Anyway, she's heard similar shit from the opposite sex, and chalks it up to lame cop outs. She does have a strong personality, and by no means a push over. Anyway, I hear this from people not trying to date me, people who are my friends...so what the fuck?
What's supposed to be done? Personalities should be toned down? People should keep their true selves on lockdown? I don't mind being called some of the aforementioned. However, I DO mind when that stuff is turned on me. When people who give me shit FOR being smart, FOR being confidence, FOR being whatever. That is simply not fair. One person in particular seems to relish in giving me a hard time, and then turn around and calls me intimidating.
Horse puckey...no...it's bullshit.