My Waiting for Godot

"Vladimir: Well, shall we go?
Estragon: Yes, let's go.

They do not move."

One of my favorite plays I have ever read (which isn't saying much) is an enlightening piece about a pair of men who do nothing with their lives but wait for an unknown, never-gonna-come, Godot. The play depicts some rather bizarre life circumstances, including references to routine beatings, sleeping in ditches, and a slight reference to autoerotic asphyxiation, if one is so inclined to interpret it as such. All the while they wait and banter on and on about nothing while Godot never comes.

I am waiting for my own Godot right now. Perhaps we all are, but I am especially attuned to the fine art of waiting for an event to happen which may or may not come soon enough. I won't enlighten you as to what my Godot is, for that would ruin this quaint reference to Samuel Beckett's symphonic "play about nothing" by giving you something in my reference for which he did not. I will, however, give you a rundown of my day's work...

Today, Friday the 13th.
I wake up for breakfast before the sun rises, eat, check my email (Godot is a no show), check the sports scores, check Google news, go to the bathroom and sleep once again.

I wake again much later and take my brother's roommate to the airport so she can go visit San Francisco, the area I was just in prior to San Diego. I take some time off to reflect and be spiritual, only I miss the appropriate venue by just 5 minutes. I then sit in my car for a good 5 minutes debating what to do next and where to go. I decide I want to go shop for some electronics.

An hour later I am driving home with a new webcam and miss my exit. My navigation system starts beeping for a U-turn. I hate taking the same route twice when a better (but longer) one may present itself. I trust my instincts and get stuck in a long traffic jam up near the Marine's base. Luckily there is a Friday afternoon air show by some Tomcats or F-16s or whatever and I occupy myself trying to snap a shot on my Razr. Without leaving the car and my line, I can't get a nice one.

I arrive home a few hours later than anticipated, and get quickly online. No Godot, but a good conversation ensues with a close friend and the outcome of a baseball game greatly benefited my likes and my people (Michiganders).

I get bored, so I watch a few episodes of Scrubs, my new "in" sitcom (read old post). I then start to cook a nice large meal for 3, which I eat alone (with my good Friend Zack Braff).

I then get a call to join my brother and some friends for dinner. Great timing, but I join them anyway (might as well have dessert with them). They are eating at a pizza place where no dessert is served. Our conversation encompasses the creation of a new phrase (homo-erratic), Disneyworld, cryogenic freezing, North Korea, horror films, and Brad Pitt's butt (see homo-erratic). I leave for home to have my dessert.

I arrive realizing we are out of milk, so my early breakfast will be slightly less than I had hoped for, unless I go out shopping. My brother gives me a list of things he wants but has no time to buy and I research online which market is open after 9pm. Only one in the area.

I go out, I buy $20 worth of food for over $40, can't refill our water bottles, and am stunned at how such a market can even exist. The people here really want to live the high life, rather than save some money and actually be worth something.

I come home and write in my blog, and still no Godot.