A Good Day

This post is inspired by a splendid conversation I recently had with a capital fellow. 
Sick and drifting from couch to bed, bed to couch, consuming exclusively a diet of tea, truffles and the occasional Airborn tablet, I didn't have the energy to do much more than nap and watch movies for hours on end.
Meh, and so it was, my plans for the day.
From Ace Ventura to Liar Liar to Hook and finally to Apocalypse Now - I agreed with this CF of a dude in not being able to compile a more brilliant lineup. 
It was noted how Marlon Brando, as a bald Kurtz, reminds me in a way of my dad.
I was the receiver of a sassy friend and the introducer of a genius new album collection.


During this marvelous exchange, I was obliged to endure my "percussionist" lower neighbor's little drum sesh, complete with cow bell. I don't know...maybe, I'm just not hearing what he's hearing, because from the third floor, it is truly deplorable; a smattering of cow bell between these long off-rhythm solos from which only the top floor is safe. I'm a little jealous. 
Good thing Drummer Boy is a good guy - he usually is gracious enough to end the lesson(?) before midnight. Otherwise, I'd be forced to debate on either agreeing to the suggestion of dropping cinder blocks at random, or perhaps rearranging  my living room that instant.


Anyway, tomorrow I have decided for every inquiry I receive, I shall reply exclusively with lines from Ace Ventura. This will be quite the challenge since answering phones is a major part of my day.
BUT, I've already set my mind to it. 
What's the worst that could happen?


I'm in the mood for scallops.