So, it August

We have had our 10 days of spring and have move directly to August.
I would complain, but I can’t really. This year I was actually in town for spring. It was lovely. I should have known it was the end on Saturday. They said it was going to rain for weeks; they had been wrong every time. So why would I believe them? Except for the fact that by 7:30am it was already warm and muggy. The skyline disappeared into a haze of water vapor below the clouds that seemed afraid to fall the 40 stories back to earth. The weather spent the day like that. Completely indecisive. Humid, flash storm, sunny, humid, flash storm.
R has been working on this graphic thing tied to music but it includes a simple game. So he wanted to check out the light and music show at the planetarium.
It had already rained and was sunny and muggy so we thought we were safe (but take an umbrella, we don’t want to taunt the weather too much). So we left for the pier for dinner before heading over to the show.
Lovely and freshly swept by the rain we sat outside and ate, talked, drank, talked, drank, missed the first show, drank, talked, watched the sun paint the skyscrapers and watched the pinks and oranges, found only in sunsets, run down the shiny shear sides into the lake. Finally realizing our bar bill was tripling our meal we left to catch the next show.

It was a way to spend 30 min. It was nice. Ug what a horrible thing to say. Please don’t tell the controller guy, he was so desperately hopeful that someone would have a question. He mentioned it before and after “I’ll be available for questions…!” What kind of (obviously ridiculous) questions could you ask? “Hey does MTV2 let you pick your own music? (Yes because magnanimous MTV loves the choices of planetarium workers) Who makes the graphics? (Graphic art students who think this is a project for a grade) Do you have creative license? (Over running the star projector?...) I can’t really say all that much about it except I always wanted one of those tripy LSD experiences and thought that is what they looked like. Apparently I’m not the only one because lonely projector guy told us that while we were free to leave at anytime we could not be reseated. Not because it’s dark and they don’t have the cool little ushers in red caps with flashlights (although they do not have them) nor is it because the opening door will ruin it for everyone else (which it might) but because “Many people experience the feeling that the floor is moving” Huh? “Cool show…where is the floor going? Hey you, floors come back here”.
But it was merely nice. No euphoria. No earth moving experience. No trance.
Yeah, I have a question. Is that what acid is really like. Like everything else, such a let down from all the build up.