I think I might stop titling my posts a la the blogfather. They are never as witty as I think they are and usually don’t provide much insight into what end up writing about since I usually title a post and then write but ramble into a direction I didn’t intend.
F-train has a great post up. and surprisingly my partner in crime has a post up as well. His post is an homage to a great writer and one of his best friends.
I distinctly remember that winter of 2004. I was at Tool’s for homegames all the time. He was twisting my arm trying to get me to go to Vegas. I had no way to get there. The trip was a mere two weeks before my son was due and I am not that good of a salesman. The wife was fully preggers and completely uncomfortable. She needed a lot of help as she was still working 40-60 hours a week and exhausted doesn’t begin to describe her state of being.
I have only seen her more tired one time. While on her oncology rotation as an intern she was eating dinner on a tv tray while watching tv. She fell alseep sitting up while chewing food. I had to wake her up because I thought she might choke to death.
So anyway, no vegas for me in the December of 2004. Instead I was rewarded with the cutest, most lovable thing known to man. After the holidays homegames continued and I was regaled with tales of final tables, drunken color-blind hippies, solo ragers and of whiplash prop bets/drinking games.
So a a couple of months after the WPBT Inaugural Winter Classic, my friends told me about the plans for the upcoming June event. They gave me a set of instructions. First, start this thing. Next, email this guy. I had a blast. Sure enough, it happened again in December and then again this past July, and now its December all over again.
I can’t keep up this pace.
I probably only have one Vegas trip in me next year. That trip is reserved for a
very special episode of Blossom drunken bachelor party. When are you going to set the date for that anyway? My daughter is set to be born around the first of April. That eliminates two trips between April and September. Then, knowing who is invited I am expecting that the party will be at the end of August, beginning of September, making two trips in four months unlikely so December is out. I was optimistic that this bachelor party might mean three vegas trips, but it will really mean just one.
I have retired from the ranks of professional drinkers. I turned that card in officially on New Years Eve 2003. That was the New Year’s party that my friend Troy opened up his bar for all his friends and let me play bartender. Anyone who witnessed the carnage said it was like D-Day for drinkers. I spread the bodies across the floor. On girl laid on her back and puked straight into the air. My wife puked multiple times on the first and second floor. Someone actually made it outside to puke in the gutter. I passed out on a couch and puked all down my front and side.
Troy closed that bar and opened another within days of New Years.
So I might be drunk, but I have not desire to hang with the big dogs. Just like I wouldn’t play heads up with Phil Ivey, I won’t go drink for drink with Al, STB or any of the other pros. I will stand back and laugh as drunken dwarfs make fun of pink shirted cowboys and their bra-less girlfriends. I will also watch out for flying escalators. And douchebags min raising pocket aces.
The wife flys to Texas today. She has to take her board examination tomorrow morning. She is stressed, I am stressed, the kid is stressed. Its the freaking stress olympics around here. The past couple of months and especially the last two weeks have been long a drawn out. Hopefully her test goes well and I survive Vegas so we can enjoy a holiday/birthday season of joy. The boy turns 2 the day after xmas so we have lots to celebrate.
I am thinking of preparing beef instead of turkey or ham for holiday dinner. I have never done a roasted tenderloin, but I am looking forward to the challenge. I did a ham last year and the year before. I am tempted to bust out the turkey fryer either way. Yes I am that guy. The one that drinks beer and fries turkeys. It is now December and at no time during the past 12 months did I fire up the charcoal grill. Between the move and other stuff there was never time. Besides, the new house has an electric grill built into the cooktop, so its not like I didn’t grill, I just didn’t do it properly. And no, if you think you are superior because you have a gas grill, you are wrong. Gas grills are for punks.