In which I tell you somethin’ really gross!

My brother rolled into town last weekend so Kaje and I have been busy dragging him ’round with us, getting him acclimated and introducing him to everyone. We took him out for drinks on Monday, and again on Wednesday, and again on Friday.

My employer had me switch desks again – this is my fourth desk in ten months – and work felt all new and different last week. Now I’m directly across from Kaje so I can throw things at him. We’re thinking of buying Nerf guns so we can shoot each other, or maybe an R/C Dahlek so we can use it to pass notes. Hell, maybe both! We’re at opposite ends of a hallway, in niches that weren’t really designed to be workspaces but into which desks fit. And since Kaje has the highest close rate in his department and I have the highest call numbers in mine, we can probably have the occasional brief Nerf war without getting into too much trouble.

Last night we had a super fun night: I fed Kaje his First Sushi Ever (from here, which is an okay but not brilliant sushi bar), and then we all went to a big party out in the country. Dogs, kids, bonfires, roasted corn, and live music! In the country! My brother and I played with RB and two other guys I didn’t know as soon as we arrived at the party around nine. A woman walked up to me between songs and offered to be my stalker. (I agreed, natch.)

Kaje used to work at this particular farm, so he dragged me around all the outbuildings and told me stories. We ended up having s’mores and wine with the property owners, and when we got back to the party proper Jayrob was playing with Feedback. I sang a little more. We hung out with all kinds of musicians. Jayrob found a bass player he really grooves with. I kissed on Les S. and Mikey because those boys are adorable. There was lots of stumbling around in the dark and laughing.

Ironically, both Feedback and quite possibly my own band suddenly find themselves looking for a drummer the self same week my brother rolls into town. Jayrob might be stuck here in Wallyworld if he doesn’t watch hisself.

After the party, we – Kaje, myself, Jayrob – went to Shari’s for breakfast with Becca and D. Here’s the gross part I promised you: after we’d all finished eating and were just sitting around making small talk, I built a ‘sandwich‘ of leftover food. In order: slice of marbled rye, a leftover piece of vegetable omelet, Tabasco sauce, grape jelly, a slice of onion, a slice of tomato, lettuce, yellow mustard, an entire packet of Sweet’n’low, another slice of rye, and a serving of half & half creamer. We stuck a frilled toothpick in the thing, and then I sliced it in half. D, for no apparent reason whatsoever, decided to pick one of the halves up and bite into it. We were all totally freaked out; there was no dare, no money on the table! He just did it all on his own!

And he swallowed. Boys are crazy. Srsly.

Kaje and I crawled into The Taco around three in the morning, and slept until noon.

Today’s Sunday drive involved buying two dozen ears of corn from a farm in Milton-Freewater, and then heading south to a nice little park. I got stung by a bee, which sucked; but I didn’t go into shock, which means I’m still not allergic to them. After the drive I bought a floor lamp at Walmart to put next to my desk at work next week. The fluorescents over my desk may ‘mysteriously’ quit working sometime after everyone else goes home for the night.

Tomorrow, three new employees start at my place of work. I expect management to be so preoccupied with them that all hell will break loose, and I will probably be overworked and mildly aggravated. Doubly so for Kaje, since he has to do some of their training because they’re all in his department. It’s been hella busy around there lately, and taking people off the phones to deal with the new recruits probably means I’ll be buried.

Good thing I prefer being busy to being bored!

Right now I’m eating chocolate peanut butter ice cream.

Next weekend my aunt Peggy is coming to visit, and my band will be playing the Pepsi stage at the county fair on Sunday. Oh, and I bought myself a new (well, refurbished) PPC last week, so it should be waiting for me when I get home from work on Tuesday. Yay!