I'll give you a list of my holiday season to spare you the long rant. There should be some things that might mean some glimmer to each or all of you.
Love. Fried chicken. Bojangle's biscuits. Steak and Shake. New T-shirts (no Toque las llamas!) Beer and more beer. Guitar hero. Awakening. Remorse. An ENTIRE huge jar of macadamia nuts all by myself. Regret. Heartbreak. Chinese buffets (twice). Younger overweight cousins playing video games for 10 hours straight. Playing Freebird on Guitar Hero, on Medium, and rocking it like yo grandma's chair. H&M scarves and hats. Pot stickers. More love. Family. Bitching about old friends. Rediscovering the joys of playing music. Introducing someone else to just jamming with a band at 3 am, drunk, high, and retarded. Friendship. An entire box of CVS cookies. God of War 2 (sorry, SJB, my cousins were getting antsy). Fear. Football on Monday, on Sunday, then on Monday again, then on Saturday and Sunday again. Realization. Taking family pictures. Forgiving. Noticing how my cousins look nothing like my brother and I. Sitting on massage chairs. Waiting. Wonton soup. Longing. Falling asleep as my father goes to work at 7am. Shame. Morning dehydration. Old friendships rekindled. New friendships broken. Phone calls from Durham. Growing up.
Hickory smoked thick cut bacon double cheeseburgers with a strawberry shortcake chaser at 3 am with old friends. Watching the Raiders getting stomped two weekends in a row, and resisting the urge to text a virtual smirk to the resident jooboy. Cooking the uberwhite turkey, stuffing, potatos (suck it Quayle), and ham. Confessions. Explaining the significance of the Pats-Giants game to family members. Playing Klonoa 2 again (joy!) Pondering the wisdom of my recently long locks. Watching "How I met Your Mother." Heineken, Miller Lite, Harp, Michelob Lite, Beck's Premier Lite, Grolsch, Newcastle, Labatt, Bass, Guinness, Bud Light, Franziskaner Dark Hefe weissen, and a single glass of red wine with Christmas dinner.
Phones snapped in half. Phones replaced. Gifts given, gifts received. Boredom. Excitement. Anxiety. Coming in from a smoke to find someone you would never expect dancing with a redneck chick in a bar called "crocs." Laughing. Groaning. Crying. Smiling. Hoping. Eating. Eating. Eating. Eating. Drinking. Drinking. Drinking. Drinking. New Books (On Beauty). Old Books (The Sorceress of Darshiva). Missing. Sobriety. Intoxication. Invisible letters. Spiderman 3.
Just two short weeks. What the laziest two weeks can produce is astounding.
I love you all (or at least most of you), and I hope we'll be in contact soon. And I hope that your Holidays were as simultaneously empty and full as mine.
...And be goddamned grateful I didn't do a summary of the year. So suck it.
7 comments:
1. OK on God of War 2.
2. Do you have no NFL allegiance, but only root for the teams playing the Raiders?
3. I am switching my endorsement John McCain (where I was last year at this time). Huck turned out to be like one of those girls you see in a country western bar, that looks really hot from a distance, but then you go up and say "hey baby" and she's got like nasty teeth and is missing an eye. Plus, I really liked McCain's article in Foreign Affairs, and thought that Hillary sounded like a nimconpoop. Which is fun, because then I get to use the word nimconpoop.
4. Happy New Year.
I've played with you guys at least one night each of the two years previous to this one. It's just not the first activity that springs to mind every night like it is for you guys.
1. God of War 2 was crazy looking. But then again, who cares? God of War 3 is in production.
2. To proclaim NFL allegiance at this point would be disingenuous. The potential teams based on my past and future homes are, in order: 1) Bengals 2) Lions 3) Panthers 4) Rams 5) Pats 6) Jets/Giants. I could pick any one of them, except the Pats because I fucking hate Boston, and I haven't really felt any pull (or ability) to watch any of those teams play this year.
3. Good for you with the Huckabee thing. The more I listened to him speak, the more nervous I got. Why did "those people" flock to him? Because he's crazy too.
3) Happy Jew Year.
In a news conference Deanna Favre announced she will be the starting QB for the Packers this coming Sunday. Deanna asserts that she is qualified to be starting QB because she has spent the past 16 years married to Brett while he played QB for the Packers. During this period of time she became familiar with the definition of a corner blitz, and is now completely comfortable with other terminology of the Packers offense. A survey of Packers fans shows that 50% of those polled supported the move.
Does this sound idiotic and unbelievable to you: Well Hillary Rotton Clinton makes the same claims as to why she is qualified to be President and 50% of democrats pollled agreed. She has never run a City, County, or State.
When told Hillary Clinton has experience because she has 8 years in the white house, Dick Morris stated: "so has the pastry chef".
That is just plain stupid. Please don't tell me you were persuaded by that logic. Logic from the mind of someone who thought "Hillary Rotton Clinton" was clever, helpful, and correctly spelled. (I assume that you cut and pasted that. Oh god please tell me you cut and pasted that.)
I found it humorous, but not in the way the writer intended. Especially rotton. That was priceless. I was merely pointing out to that my side has foibles as well.
RS
Thank god.
You found it necessary to point out that your side had foibles?
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