I had a total blank slate for my weekend when suddenly the cosmos intervened this morning. My pal Roxanne emailed me to see if Iwas at all interested in taking in a Red Sox game. The bank she works for has been going through some arduous and mysterious “conversion” (I suppose, though, that it remains so mysterious only because I’ve never been sufficiently interested in what exactly THE CONVERSION entails, so I’ve never quizzed R for details) and as a reward for all their extra time & effort the big wiggies gave out Red Sox tix to some of the peons. It’s this package through Milne Travel where a bus carts you to & from the game. So that’s the plan for Sunday.. Red Sox game w/ Roxanny. I’m not the most avid of sports fans…ahhh, well, not avid at all really, but I am pretty excited nonetheless. Roxanne pitched the notion of skipping the game and taking a taxi from the stadium to Faneuil Hall to shop & lunch & sight see , & I was pretty damn tempted but ultimately I vetoed that plan. It would be wasting FREE TICKETS for one thing... and also I have never been to any pro sports game..I feel like it’s something I ought to experience.
I was thinking about Boston because of the terrible thunderstorms last night. I was driving home and there were these GINORMO-COLOSSAL bolts zig-zagging across the sky…it would go from these massive bolts to the 360 degree radius around me lighting up to midday brightness. Intense! I’m not afraid during a T-storm as long as I’m inside…I definitely am skittish about going out in it. I always feel super safe when I’m in my car. Thunderstorms are actually pretty rad to drive in... as long as your visibility isn't getting f***ed up by torrential rain. Last night I kept hydroplaning all over the damn place, which freaked me out , so I dropped down to like, 10 mph under the speed limit. I could practically feel the vexation of the truck behind me. Maybe I imagined that but seriously, the dude was right on my ass my whole ride home.
Anyways, I always think of that show during a lighning storm (I think it’s a real testament to the effectiveness of the lightning show that I’ve carried it around in the foreground of my cluttered noggin for nearly 20 years now) . Now, thunder makes me think of Poltergeist, when Craig T Nelson--or maybe the chick that played the mom-- was explaining to the dorky son how to determine how far away a storm is by counting between thunder rumbles (I’ve heard that before --outside of horror movies. I don’t really see how that’s scientifically feasible) this is on the same night that the creepy tree swallows him up, but of course prior to the creepy tree swallowing him up..and OK I KNOW the name of the actress who played the mom (and if pressed I will name names) but my acting like I didn’t know was a passive aggressive means of complimenting Craig T. Nelson via indicating that he is my fave Poltergeist parent by a large margin. I hope he remains untouched by that ghastly “Poltergeist Curse” ...he seems like a cool shit.