In the past three days, I’ve managed to watch Star Trek the movie, go to a CG party*, a birthday party, the vicinity of a comedy show**, and brunch, and I have a lunch meeting planned today. I had no idea I was such a social creature.
But still, somehow, I don’t feel social enough. This is weird, considering a passage I just read yesterday in David Foster Wallace’s Consider The Lobster, in which he points out that people on the coasts are always on the move to go see someone, while people in Bloomington, IL are always on the move to go watch TV with someone.
So, I’m thinking about joining a Meetup or something. I don’t know how I’d find the time. I don’t have the time to do any of the things that I do, but still, somehow it happens, right?
*The Central Gays are what I call them. It’s a group of professional gay men who meet around Central Square in Cambridge, who—if you were to replace “Lawyer” and “Doctor” and “IT Specialist” with “Hitman” and “Thug” and “Mobster,” would probably be the most deadly and effective form of organized crime this side of Five Points. As they stand right now, they’re deadly to red wine stains and effective in comparing Italian social theory with French social theory.
**It was sold out, so a friend of a friend (who is now my friend) and I hung out in the bar next door until the show was finished so we could congratulate the rising comedienne star, Kenice Mobley.
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