and she said.. "how you interpret the dream is probably more important than the dream itself"

Bunnie mentions theFamily Guy today, which is funny because fairly recently I, too, was watching the DVDs with my pal KC and heck if it didn't help us out last night at trivia:

The Plagues are...

frogs
lice
locusts
diseased animals
darkness
etc..

and.. what is the last one?

I hadn't a clue. Luckily, KC piped up:

Hey.. wait.. remember, in the Family Guy?? When the son dies? The cross falls on him or something? Death of your child or something?

Close enough. Death of the firstborn. Who'da thunk we'd ever be using the Family Guy as biblical reference?

So the doktor was in. Have a few beers and call me in the morning was essentially the gist I got from last night. Given that, I believe I will try and just sleep this one off.. screw another visit and co-pay.

I came in late, with KC, to a table full of friends and a full bar and immediately noted, with my keen sense of doom and all, that the doktor was back this week in her normal spot. I did my best to ignore her. At this point I felt like, given triple bagging and the lack of ability to make a simple call, she was probably not something I could handle. I'm an adult. I know when I'm beat. I also know a fair game when I see one and try to avoid any contests that I won't either win or gain insightful experience from.

My friends who were already in the joint informed me that, before my arrival, there was much looking and gawking by the doktor group. That made me feel like I had at least a little game so I worked it like only I would.. I ignore her even more. I had and have said over again that I was going to play this round passively and without direct attack. I wanted to see what sort of general she was and how she would react and position her troops in the face of an impending seige. Would she come head on with all her divisions? No, not likely. She has already proven to be a shifty foe, relying on ancillary units and scouts in a sort of Minutemen-beat-the-Red-Coats style. Well, in that case, would she send out spies? No, she is no commie. I knew she'd do her own dirty work.

Finally, when I was going by with a beer, she sent out the diplomatic unit to meet me.

She smiled and beckoned me over and since I was right there anyway I leaned in to hear what she had to say.

Hey... how are you?

"Oh, fine.. Great actually. Wonderful. How are you?" I tried to sound chipper cause I actually was. I was having a grand old time. These are the moments that make life worth getting up for in the morning.

eh.. alright I guess

"Oh? What's not to be happy about? Sun.. nice weather.. beers"

Yeah.. I guess.. I've just been really busy She scrunched her face up in distaste.

"Uh huh. Clearly." I infused my voice with the slightest hint of doubt.

yeah.... so.. uh.. maybe we can still get together one of these days?

I looked to the ceiling. I chuckled.

"Yeah.. Maybe"

and I walked off.

Okay, so perhaps not the best overall game plan but I had to get my jabs in while I could. I won't play second fiddle to some girls other extra-curriculars and maybe that's narrow minded of me and maybe that ensures I'll never play any fiddle for that girl but if she doesn't even have some common curtesy then it probably wasn't going to work out in the first place.

So I guess I'm supposed to call again. HAH.

Luckily I am off to Montreal in a day and I will be there through next Monday so I won't even have the urge to call. It's time to make her sweat. I suspect she doesn't sweat, though.. but I'll just go ahead and think she does.. it's easier on me that way. Montreal or not, unlike the bunster, I have the patience of a turtle (that born of necessity) and I'm as stubborn as a steel battleship so I will manage. The next time I will see the doktor will be in a week at trivia night again. We'll see how she wants to play the next round then.