Random Ramblings

April 18th, 2010

This was, I do believe, my heaviest-drinking weekend since I had surgery. I am going to blame that for how absolutely exhausted I am and the fact that I am getting ready to go to bed at 10 p.m.. At least last night I knew to stop drinking once I started knocking drinks over. That has come to be a reliable sign of when it’s time to stop. Or that it’s maybe half an hour past time to stop. And I can recognize it even when there’s no Dave or Todd there to point it out! Yay me. Once I knock a glass over, I only get to drink water. It’s a rule by which to live, folks. The More You Know.

In any case, I do believe I muddled my way through the weekend without causing more than normal offense, and I also had my first CBGB patio night of the year! Whoo hoo! So what if it was cold and damp? It marks the return of an always-interesting season. This weekend I also finished re-reading A Confederacy of Dunces and I am now going to work my way through Sandman Slim, which has been sitting half-finished on my couch-side table since before Christmas. After that it’s on to jPod and then I will let myself buy the new Joe Hill book. Have to get back in reading mode. Have to get back in writing mode, and cleaning mode and art mode and everything else mode. In order to do this, there’s a possibility I may have to give up backyard maintenance. Perhaps I will let it all revert to a Missouri prarieland. I can foster native wildlife, like butterflies and alley rats. That’s what I will tell the nice people from the city anyway, when they cite me.

And so that’s it, the end of another weekend. Full of people and laughter and tears and alcohol and epic WIN and tragic FAIL and nice conversations and not as nice conversations and dining out and sleeping in and ouchy feet and an abused tailbone and all the other things that comprise my life. And I am pretty OK with that, actually.