Not too much has been going on. On Saturday, we celebrated my buddy Dan’s 30th birthday, and a day was made out of it. It got to the point where exhaustion hit, and I was drinking water most of the night so I could drive home safely. The afternoon was spent at CNY Brewfest, which was a great event. There were so many different crafts that were never tried before, so indulging was the way to go.
While looking for a card for the guy–love picking out cards, and please reference Kevin James’ stand-up segment on card choosing–a few gems came my way. I love blank cards, because most of the time the messages are dull to me; writing personal messages are more sentimental. Cards are bought for reasons just because, and they are saved for rainy days or appropriate occasions.
The card for Dan had a rabbit on the cover, and it was covered with bumps. Near him sat a sling shot. In a tree a beehive hung with a hole in it. The inserted message: Do something insane. It was perfect.
This one could not be resisted:
We headed to Blarney Stone to get some food in us, and it was obvious to go big. I got the standard burger with the works: tomatoes, lettuce, onions, pickles, mushrooms, and bacon. For those who have not experienced The Blarney Burger, it’s probably one of the most delicious things to eat in Syracuse, and your wallet will still be heavy after you eat it. Your stomach will be as well, but that’s another story.
However, while on route to the bar at Blarney Stone, a female asked me, while in passing, what I was getting. I said, water, because I was dehydrated and the clear, alcohol-free beverage sounded as delicious as appropriate. She called me a pussy, and went on her merry way.
Whether this was her flirting with me, trying to start a conversation, or trying to be funny–it just took me back a little bit. I rolled my eyes and commented to friends about this, and they were as baffled as I was.
Speaking of women:
I referred to my relationship counselor, Erin, my brother’s girlfriend (I’m sure she’ll get a kick out of my referring to her as this after she reads), about a couple of women. She gave me her opinion on a girl who I inquired about, calling her a wet noodle. My brother, who arrived mid conversation was asked about this particular girl as well; he called her a wet noodle as well–funny. Erin gave me a suggestion that I would be cool with. And later at Rosie’s that night, a composed girl dancing in the distance caught my eye; of course, no progress was made with that.
I’m able to to have a good time drinking water at a bar. Getting hammered is not the intention, because I’m usually driving places. It’s standard protocol. When I am not driving, I will indulge, but I won’t over indulge. My cusp-of-31 body cannot recover like my 21 year-old-body. Who wants to feel hungover?
Needless to say, I went out with Dan and his girlfriend the following morning at Quick Cup, and they expressed their not feeling up to par. My best imitations of them were displayed, and they got a kick out of it. The birthday Saturday was a great time, and it was felt by everyone by the time The Walking Dead came on. We all expressed our being tired.
Speaking of pussy:
Lou celebrated his patience with his indoor life by lying (as always) on the vent today. It’s more than obvious that he has a personality. During the winter, Lou gets demanding; this includes scratching furniture that should not be scratched. He sits by his toys and gives me a glare. When it’s time to be fed, he sits by his designated spot in the kitchen and meows. When he has to go the bathroom, he sits by the door and announces his desire to be let out. Begging is a must with him. If he smells butter or eggs, he thinks he is getting a treat.
I don’t know what his issue is, but he B-lines for the butter, and he’ll even jump on the table for a lick or two or three or four.
At mealtime, Lou does take a seat at the table.
Now, I’m finishing my early evening coffee, debating on whether to try out for And Then There Were None. Not sure what I want to do. Back in November, I explored my desire to audition for the adaptation at Central New York Playhouse. Due to my lack of work, who knows if I’m staying in Syracuse. I could have a job next week, and be U-Hauling it to Nevada.
The seesaw is teetering in that leaving direction again, so I don’t want to commit to the play if I have to move. It’s an honest reason why not to try out, because screwing the playhouse and play director over is not my intention.
However, all-in-all, life is good. I feel good. That’s important.
I play with words and invisible objects.
A mind, a pen and a piece paper have the best relationship ever.
"Remember this--if you shut your mouth, you have your choice."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald