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I like teevee
Sunday, September 9 2001
Last weekend was a working weekend. I wasn't earning money doing this work, but I was working nonetheless. The stuff I was doing with Gretchen's people and parents was essentially political work. I had to be charming, intelligent and witty, avoid getting too drunk, and convince everyone that I was made of the stuff of good husbands. It was fun at times but it was also exhausting, and this weekend all I wanted to do was veg out in front of the television set. Ah, teevee. I'm not too fussy about what I want to see when I'm watching teevee. I'm not as bad as John's friend Pinkis; in that I'm not content with QVC. But anything better than that can be entertaining for me. I'll watch repetitive infomercials, VH1 Behind the Music specials, nearly any music videos, and all sorts of advertising (unlike Gretchen, I don't mute the teevee during the ads; I consider them an essential part of the cultural experience). I watched a lot of teevee today, continuing to do so into the evening, concluding with The Shawshank Redemption.
In the evening Gretchen and I met up with her friend Ray and we walked together into downtown Brooklyn to dine at a Cambodian restaurant called (imaginatively enough) Cambodian Cuisine. We stopped on the way to pick from a musty pile of old books, several of which we took. The only problem with our Cambodian dining experience was the fact that the restroom was not "in order" when we arrived. I didn't see what its problem was, but heeded one of the employees advice that I not go in there. Back at the table I joked with the others that perhaps Pol Pot had perpetrated one of his atrocities in there. Har har, Pol Pot, get it?
By the time we were done eating I was so full of fish balls and shrimp that I was uncomfortable. Like a three year old imagining everyone in the world feeling exactly like himself, I had an irrational desire to beseech the other diners just starting into their entrees, "How can you possibly want to eat?"
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