It turns out that if you don’t have any vodka around the house, but are craving a White Russian, you can use a quality tequila and it will still turn out pretty good. And if my drinking buddy Niels will wrap up his epic game of pinball over at Bar of the Gods and get over here, we can get this show on the road.
What’s on the menu tonight? I don’t really know. But I wanted to drop by and wish you all a happy new year. Cheers!
I can physically feel the last few days of our arbitrary calendar year slipping away, and I wish they’d just hurry up and go, because as these last few hundred hours of aught-seven whirl around the hourglass before funneling away it seems like they squeeze together with a phenomenal pressure, and does anyone know if we have any major holidays coming up soon? because I sure can’t keep track and I could use a day off.
Even more friends are rolling into town, all flying home to roost this week, and my sister too, and when I called her today at her hotel in San Diego she kept going on and on about how cold it was there after another year in the Caribbean, and I didn’t have the heart to tell her that her low was our high, and I really hope she has some fleece socks tucked away some place because it will only get colder.
I just need to make it a few more days and then things will relax a bit; in the meantime I still get the weekends and some Mexican beer to help ease this old year on its way out.
So I realize that this comes a little late to count for the actual Reveal Your Blog Crush Day, but what can I say, I felt like being an underachiever. That and I pretty much wasn’t home yesterday.
Anyway. Who is my blog crush? Well, let’s see…
There’s Jenny, and there’s Sibyl…
…and KJ’s not really a blogger which is a shame because I’d totally read her if she was, because her applied ketchup science is unbeatable, but anyway there’s Dustin…
…and I guess there’s Brandon, too…
…and let’s not forget Asia, who sure is hard to photograph because of her ninja powers, and she always seems to evade my camera, but you can see her better off to the left in this one:
But I suppose if I had to pick someone for my biggest blog crush ever, it’d have to be Shari.
And I had to go back and get some archival footage to get a picture of Shari, because zomg I haven’t seen her in, like, forever, and I was so looking forward to seeing her last night, but then I guess that a horse cart overturned and spilled apples all over the road and choked off the single road leading out of the remote mountain kingdom of Wenatchee, and then from what I hear they were overrun by Huns, and the local constabulary peed their pants in terror and it was up to Shari to repel the invading hordes all on her own using only her legal prowess, a pair of nunchucks, and her six-pack abs.
It’s a shame she couldn’t make it, because then I had to give my lone herpum to someone else, I think it was Brandon, and that just ended up making the other patrons of the Doug Fir really uncomfortable. Maker’s Mark is still on my list of proscribed drinks this month, but that’s okay because I’ve taken to drinking Tanqueray and my street-cred has only gone up from there. “Fatty dump” joins the list of proscribed words, but we added such great new terms to our lexicon like “cat wrangler” and “coug meat.”
And as usual, I wished the night would never end, but even as I write that my liver is giving a silent prayer of thanks that it did, and wants to know if I can’t please go and get another drink of water because cleaning up after me is hard enough as it is.
And there you have my blog crushes, although to be fair I think they already knew I was crushing on them.
One of my oldest friends called me to break my heart all over again by telling me that between wildfires and art commissions and biology finals, she just couldn’t make it to the conference in Portland this week, thereby wrecking my carefully crafted plans to walk the city with her in the middle of the night as we’ve been known to do, and having my adopted city seduce her with its charms so that she will finally agree to pack up and move here.
But she’s not coming after all, and I guess this makes us about even in the heartbreak department after all this time, and luckily I had enough presence of mind to use her guilt about canceling to wrangle a number of concessions from her, getting her to agree that this is the year she will start dating again, and that she’ll make time to visit this coming April, which is a far more effective time to get someone to visit if you really want to impress them with this fair city. I did all this without giving up a single concession of my own, which is all well and good because I think I may have committed to running two marathons this next year already, and not too long ago I pinkie-swore over a pint that I would bike the Seattle to Portland ride like I’ve wanted to for years.
In the meantime I can console myself with the knowledge that I will be completely overrun with visiting friends this week, who will cure me of any lingering heartache, and not a moment too soon. I’ve been burning the candle at both ends this week at work, trying to crunch my way through all the work created by our clients trying frantically to spend all their money before year’s end. I’ve spent the last few days so hopped up on caffeine that I live through a handful of subjective minutes for every one that ticks off the clock on the wall, and it seems like Friday should have been here several times over already. I’ve probably aged an extra two years already, but I’m fine with that because I plan to laugh so much the night after next that I’ll no doubt age five years in reverse and come out ahead.
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