I walk the dog.
Multiple times a day.
All over the damn place.
I like 'variety.' I want the dog to be well rounded socially and I, personally, want to be 'less well rounded' (but I continue to eat crackers and cheese and drink wine). So we walk.
I am not allowed to be checking email on these walks because, well honestly, I walked into a tree once. And someone saw me. And the dog looked up at me like "really?" And I looked at him like "oh shut the hell up." And then there is that awkward pause where the universe grades everyone and you come up intellectually short of your canine companion. And everyone agrees on it.
So largely these walks are digital free. But I have this other bad habit where I was born a WASPy white person who is actually a Japanese tourist with her hysterical addiction to taking photos of every damn thing around her. I have no end game on how to manage my image storage needs either. I'm just like America in that sense.
This morning, while walking Buford, I came upon the lacrosse wall at the Crofton Park fields and was surprised to see a very strange 'installation' of sorts.
Isn't it great?
Can't you just see the guy dragging his date out to the park in the night? Having had his wingman there before them anxiously trying to light ALL of the votives duct taped to the wall IN VAIN. As anyone who has ever hosted a large event knows - it is almost impossible to light multiples of these successfully. LET ALONE that these are all sideways, leading them to drip wax and extinguish any candles below them. I'll bet this was a total disaster. But I stood there smiling at the wall for about 10 minutes. Inspecting. Trying to ascertain if they attempted to light them from top to bottom or left to right. There was hardly any wax on the ground and most of the wicks had fallen out. I reject the idea that he would light them and then stick them. The letters are too perfectly placed. I expect the "P" is malformed because they tried to switch lighting strategies mid campaign.
What a delight if he had been successful in getting his vision to fruition.
I mean if it had been me being the one asked to prom, I surely would have thought this kid was a psychopath as I saw the word PROM in flames on a wall in the distance - walking towards it. Run! would have been the correct instinct to obey. What was that movie? Rosemary's Baby? Was that the Prom one?
But how charming otherwise. Right?
I really want to know what happened, don't you? This made me believe that Romance isn't dead. At least temporarily.
Would you have said yes to this?