planning with poor prose

The previous entry regarding Great Lakes Brewing company got me thinking about how wonderful our lives are. Interestingly, the mechanics behind planning our "busydome" are greatly underplayed by most, I think. My wife and I have to plan our time together in perfect tandem due to the sick nature of my busy schedule.

As I responded to one of her e-mail requests for a date with me (yes, we still "date"), I determined that it became worthy of blogging. This illustrates but one of a multitude of epitomic schematics employed to synchronize our time together--seems most of the time, we plan via e-mail.

Anyway, here's the transcript of the e-mail . . . she first writes:

-----Original Message-----
From: Sharon
Sent: Aug 21, 2006 3:31 PM
To: "'Bryan' (E-mail)" Subject: Lunch DateBryan,I'd like to invite you on a lunch date for this Wednesday @ 12:00 for the final summer lunch/concert @ Cascade Park in beautiful downtown Akron. The sun will be plentiful, and we can feast on Pizza, hot dogs, or a Philly Sub. Later we can stroll down for dessert @ The Peanut Shop.I understand if you are unable to attend as you have a busy agenda for that day and evening (Board Meeting & Great Lakes Brewery Beer School) but...I would be ever so happy if you are able to accept my invitation.
Sharon

Geez, I thought . . . who writes like this (what a strange way to ask me out . . . e-mail is generally so laid back). So, I find myself writing back . . . equally as strangely:

-----Original Message-----
From: Bryan
Sent: Tuesday, August 22, 2006 3:25 AM
To: Sharon
Subject: Re: Lunch Date
Golly, the way you have written it seems so . . . formal. Almost as if someone else was reading over your shoulder as you wrote it. What's with that? You're freaking me out.
In any case . . . I appreciate the invitation. Since your request was so oddly stated, I figured it demanded an equally strange response. So I crafted a little prose for you . . . enjoy.
You give great consideration of my time, my dear
And on August 12th, I thank you for that - year after year.
The Board meeting, and Brewery, which both, me demandYet I am still young, and remain in complete command.
Alas, my dear, my dear, you have forgotten
With whom I work, it's like hell, and so rotten.
The night prior, you may recall, I am on dutyAsking me to awake for this, just may make me moody.
Your invite though queerly stated, consideration I do owe,
It might be simpler for me to just say, "No".
I reported to work Saturday past, oh so prematurelyAnd banked the extra time worked, so Wednesday I could leave early.
My arrival home Wednesday, 5 hours of rest will it afford,
Should I forgo more sleep, so you I may escort?
However, so clever, sounds like you just may be in luck,Considering these calculations, I might just say, "What the . . . [heck]."
See you Wednesday.

Though it appears that I have "too much time" on my hands, the opposite couldn't be truer. Isn't this perfectly illustrative of what society has become, these days? I recently spoke with someone who didn't attend a funeral because he didn't know when the calling hours were, which were e-mailed to him - he wasn't in receipt of this e-mail until AFTER the funeral! Though my making light of this scenario might lend you to thinking that I detest this sort of geekery; but rather, I embrace it.