I am alone in my cavernous tomb of a home. This is not a normal state of affairs. My wife works from home and I have a 13 year old son. Even when she does go out somewhere he is usually here.
Those of you who live alone probably take this for granted. You can do whatever you want whenever you want. You can surf Internet porn, invite people that your SO disapproves of over, get falling down drunk, smoke dope, snort coke, gorge on verboten foods, dance naked to old songs, play air guitar, masturbate openly, anything really. Those who don't know exactly what I'm talking about here: Living peaceably with people involves compromise---lots of it.
Tonight my wife went to my stepdaughter's house, where she is babysitting the other stepdaughter's baby (Valentine's Day, don't you know.) Out of the blue my son received an invititation to sleep over at a friend's house. So here I am, by myself for once.
I almost feel as though I should be doing something naughty. But I don't have any interest in Internet porn, partially because it always seems to entail such a hassle. There's always this bait and switch aspect to it. I don't have any drugs stashed. Whenever my wife returns from the baby thing we will no doubt go out and eat, so that's out too. She'd be like, why aren't you hungry? I've long since lost touch with all the pals she disapproves of, so we can't get together for a drink or anything. I could do what I did the last time this happened, which was go out to a bar by myself. I would not recommend doing that to anyone, no matter how desperate their circumstance.
AMC is showing Scent of a Woman. Al Pacino, my favorite actor, won an Osar portraying an irrascible blind guy in it. I guess I'll watch it and pour myself another glass of champagne. Happy Valentine's Day everyone!
i can't let you turn a goose egg on this post anna.
i too was alone on love day. the outside world was full of swinging hand holding, clandestine make-outs in the city alcoves, and a slew of googly-eyed stares. pretty much the same as any year i reckon.
for some good al pacino next year, i highly recommend glengary glenross.
by lajo at February 17, 2004 4:17 PM
I wasn't alone but I couldn't move. Amy and I dined on Percocets and watched TV. I would've loved to have been able to take her out but at least we were together. I feel ya though Anna. Amy and I haven't been apart for any significant amount of time in eight months or so and I can imagine how weird it would be for me to have her gone. I really wouldn't know what to do with myself. I don't want to get back in the bar scene so I'd probably do exactly what you did. Veg alone.
by Ezy at February 17, 2004 4:35 PM
Well thanks Lajo there's something lonely bout the goose egg. And speaking of Pacino I almost bought a print of him from Scarface. It had the caption "Make way for the bad guy." I would have preferred, "That piece a chit, I never did like him."
Ezy that's what I did. But the champagne I'd bought as a romantic gesture did take the edge off my loneliness. Too bad no Percocet.
by anna at February 17, 2004 6:27 PM