I'm tired after hanging out with Ash - for those of you who don't know, he's my personal Yoko Ono - and Vic at Wal-mart last night, reading the backs of cheap romance novels with our voices extra breathy.
Vic's particularly good at that. She'll find ones where characters are named "Ridge" and "Lynetta" or something. One of them is usually a vampire. The other is a shapely truck stop waitress. And the big challenge to them will be whether to sacrifice eternal life for fiery desire or something.
Ash and Vic got along well. He helped her pick out a shade of nail polish.
We also spent some time at Waffle House, where we had hash browns and played Hangman. I almost stumped everyone by making them guess "EQUUS," but Ash figured it before the final body part was added.
The jukebox at the Waffle House didn't have Patsy Cline's "Crazy" on it. Instead, we played Matchbox Twenty and Earth, Wind & Fire.
The night started at the Barnes & Noble near Gwinnett Place, midway between our homes, where I read the first chapter of Marilynne Robinson's "Gilead." It was excellent.
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