Canto LXXI

So there's a few things that I want to post about, but the first thing is going to be about my wedding ring. I love my wedding ring. Of course, I love the person that I'm married to, so that helps. But it's a beautiful ring. It's a tungsten ring inlaid with a band of gold. It's suppose to be nigh-invulnerable. It's made of freaking tungsten carbide! They make drills that go through steel out of this stuff. And mine broke. Seriously. Here's the photo.



I don't know how it happened. I was watching How I Met Your Mother last night and playing with it on my hand. Then it felt a little funny so I looked down, and there was this crack! And notice that the gold part is OK, it's just the tungsten. I really don't get it. I'm not a superstitious person, but this is a little weird.

I'm watching the Red Sox play the Angels right now, and Youk just hit a 2-run home run over the Monster to tie the game. That's not the interesting part, though. The man who caught the ball was balding, but still had a mitt. And not just any mitt. A pink mitt. Seriously. And I don't care if his wife had breast cancer and he bought this to support research. You're a grown man at the ball park. Already you shouldn't be bringing your mitt, and to top it off a pink one? I thought Boston was a tough town. Of course, the people who can afford Monster seats aren't exactly the most blue-collar. And Jacoby Ellsbury of Madras, OR hit his second home run of the night. Not bad. Did you know Madras is south of Portland?

So this weekend was a little crazy. Just lots of stuff to do. But it was all fun. Plenty of free food, played some Rock Band, went to my first Seder, frisbee. Just a fun time. And there was also the Smoking Club. This is a group of a half-dozen of us enjoying the finer things in life. Like a fine smoke and some Bocce Ball. It was a great afternoon on Marathon Monday.

And to end this post, something funny from last friday. My rather italian officemate came in friday morning and said 'You're a fan of The Who?' It just so happened that I was wearing my Who t-shirt that very day, and he noticed. This was followed up with him saying how much he enjoyed listening to them. He's a huge classical music fan, so this was a bit of a surprise, but The Who are awesome, and had now won a new fan. I felt compelled to find out more. So it turns out he discovered them the previous weekend. But what was the song or album that made him such a fan? Quadrophenia. No joke. I immediately asked if he had heard, you know, My Generation, Tommy, Who's Next. Nope, nope, nope. I gave him all the above, and let him know if he liked those to come back for some more.

UPDATE: So I went to the store where we bought our wedding rings. It turns out the company that made our indestructible rings, and thus guaranteed them, went under. Bankrupt. They no longer exist. Therefore we won't be getting a new ring from them any time soon. What the hell. The guy was kind of funny about it, and they said they can give me a good deal on a new ring (Hah!), but I was SOL about the ring. Shit.