Thursday, May 26, 2005
The Holy Trinity
If you thought yesterday's ethnic etymology lesson was fun, today will be a friggin' blast.
I have found the "Trinity."
Trinity Gray, former 800 meter standout from Brown University? Nope.
Trinity University, an independent, liberal arts and sciences university of approximately 2500 students located in San Antonio, Texas? Nope.
Trinity College Dublin, home of the Book of Kells? Nope.
The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. God bless, but no.
This Trinity? Oh, no.
This piece of shit? Nope.
Trinity. From Canada. She's one of those Canadians you may have read about. They live four hours north and say oooot & abooot and eh. They like The Tragically Hip, ice hockey, ice and skating. They drink Molson. They have a queen and coins for one and two dollar amounts.
But I'm of Canadian decent. So I love them. All. A to Zed.
So tonight, when Trinity emerged in the bar, I noticed her. Why?
Well, generally, around these parts, you need to stand out. You need to get all gussied or foofed up. Trinity? She was macked out in a ballcap, a gray tee-shirt, and shorts. She had just finished playing seven innings of softball. And she glowed.
It takes alot for someone who just got done working out to light up a bar. But Trinity pulled it off. And so did I.
We talked our about our favorite subjects: baseball, blackjack, how people are bars suck, how beer at bars rules, how people don't hold hands enough, how guys try too hard at bars, how girls do too, and how the two of us needed to get out of there (and how I was without a ride home and she needed to give me one. I know that's not sexy, but sometimes a guy just has to be practical.)
Was there some sort of Ethan Hawke/Julie Delpy "Sunrise" story cooking? No, sorry, no sordid details. A number, a slight kiss goodnight, and the promise for a promising Monday.
Was at a charity golf outing tonight for my man Sean. It's always one of the best days of the year. Good friends, good times, good food, good door prizes and good beer. This year, I finally won a prize. Two pimp tickets to the (coughcough World Champion) Red Sox and Yankees. September 10. Good on me.
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Ok, for all five of my dedicated readers...thanks. I do it for the kids...and you. To the rest of you, enjoy Memorial Day. Go Sox. Go me. And Go You!
One.
I have found the "Trinity."
Trinity Gray, former 800 meter standout from Brown University? Nope.
Trinity University, an independent, liberal arts and sciences university of approximately 2500 students located in San Antonio, Texas? Nope.
Trinity College Dublin, home of the Book of Kells? Nope.
The Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. God bless, but no.
This Trinity? Oh, no.
This piece of shit? Nope.
Trinity. From Canada. She's one of those Canadians you may have read about. They live four hours north and say oooot & abooot and eh. They like The Tragically Hip, ice hockey, ice and skating. They drink Molson. They have a queen and coins for one and two dollar amounts.
But I'm of Canadian decent. So I love them. All. A to Zed.
So tonight, when Trinity emerged in the bar, I noticed her. Why?
Well, generally, around these parts, you need to stand out. You need to get all gussied or foofed up. Trinity? She was macked out in a ballcap, a gray tee-shirt, and shorts. She had just finished playing seven innings of softball. And she glowed.
It takes alot for someone who just got done working out to light up a bar. But Trinity pulled it off. And so did I.
We talked our about our favorite subjects: baseball, blackjack, how people are bars suck, how beer at bars rules, how people don't hold hands enough, how guys try too hard at bars, how girls do too, and how the two of us needed to get out of there (and how I was without a ride home and she needed to give me one. I know that's not sexy, but sometimes a guy just has to be practical.)
Was there some sort of Ethan Hawke/Julie Delpy "Sunrise" story cooking? No, sorry, no sordid details. A number, a slight kiss goodnight, and the promise for a promising Monday.
Was at a charity golf outing tonight for my man Sean. It's always one of the best days of the year. Good friends, good times, good food, good door prizes and good beer. This year, I finally won a prize. Two pimp tickets to the (coughcough World Champion) Red Sox and Yankees. September 10. Good on me.
-----
Ok, for all five of my dedicated readers...thanks. I do it for the kids...and you. To the rest of you, enjoy Memorial Day. Go Sox. Go me. And Go You!
One.
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