Paragrapher (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} paragrapher) wrote,@ 2009-04-10 11:23:00 |
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Breakable Gate
I barely post here any more, but let me mention the most noteworthy change in my life the last year: I'm engaged. Jen and I have been seeing each other for 2 1/2 years now. In day to day life, nothing has changed, since I feel the same way about Jen as I have for a while now, and marriage is just the paperwork that follows. On the other hand, we've already spent hundreds of hours looking at reception halls, churches, and photographers, time I could have happily spent playing survival horror video games. We fantasize now about how easy this would be if we were orphans, instead of coming from big Catholic families that schedule their years around weddings.
Breakable Gate
The cave’s steel gate was designed to let bats through but not humans - but Chet wouldn’t let that stop him. He had hiked a whole half-mile to the cave entrance with his girl, a bottle of Southern Comfort and a blanket, and he was going to get them inside this cave. The gate looked like a ventilation duct: horizontal steel slats with bat-sized gaps between them. There was a head-shaped hole on the left, with a laminated warning sign screaming about not damaging the gate. Chet got on his back and stuck his head in the gate’s hole. In the dwindling daylight he saw a padlock on a hinge. Chet felt around for a rock. He awkwardly worked his rock arm in the hole beside his head. His girl said she didn't think it was a good idea, but Chet said this would only take a second. He couldn’t move his arm much, so he couldn't bash the lock so much as tap it. But tapping was getting the job done. While Chet tapped, his girl said that she found a small padlock on the other side of the gate, and was that the entrance? Chet said that must be something else - otherwise why would there be a big breakable lock by a head-shaped hole in the gate? As Chet hit the lock a final time, it snapped loose, clattering up the interior of the steel gate as the guillotine blade it held came clattering down.
I barely post here any more, but let me mention the most noteworthy change in my life the last year: I'm engaged. Jen and I have been seeing each other for 2 1/2 years now. In day to day life, nothing has changed, since I feel the same way about Jen as I have for a while now, and marriage is just the paperwork that follows. On the other hand, we've already spent hundreds of hours looking at reception halls, churches, and photographers, time I could have happily spent playing survival horror video games. We fantasize now about how easy this would be if we were orphans, instead of coming from big Catholic families that schedule their years around weddings.
Breakable Gate
The cave’s steel gate was designed to let bats through but not humans - but Chet wouldn’t let that stop him. He had hiked a whole half-mile to the cave entrance with his girl, a bottle of Southern Comfort and a blanket, and he was going to get them inside this cave. The gate looked like a ventilation duct: horizontal steel slats with bat-sized gaps between them. There was a head-shaped hole on the left, with a laminated warning sign screaming about not damaging the gate. Chet got on his back and stuck his head in the gate’s hole. In the dwindling daylight he saw a padlock on a hinge. Chet felt around for a rock. He awkwardly worked his rock arm in the hole beside his head. His girl said she didn't think it was a good idea, but Chet said this would only take a second. He couldn’t move his arm much, so he couldn't bash the lock so much as tap it. But tapping was getting the job done. While Chet tapped, his girl said that she found a small padlock on the other side of the gate, and was that the entrance? Chet said that must be something else - otherwise why would there be a big breakable lock by a head-shaped hole in the gate? As Chet hit the lock a final time, it snapped loose, clattering up the interior of the steel gate as the guillotine blade it held came clattering down.
