November snuck up fast than a rattlesnake in a sleeping bag. I remember fantasizing about how all this life stress would be behind me some May and I would be sailing the seas of clear dolphin filled happiness come summer and yet, here I am. Daylight savings just came and went as well as any semblance of nice weather but there is a light at the end of this tunnel. Thing is, there seems to always be a light waiting for me and I think for all of us, at the end of our tunnel.
So with that, I have decided that I am going to build a lantern and not worry about that warm fuzzy promise up ahead. I've been spending too much time looking down the road instead of pointing my nose to the ground and appreciating the beauty of what's in front of me.
Last night I booked Improve 2 at the Magnet theater, Sundays 3-6. I have been neglecting my brain calisthenics for far too long.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Run in
Tonight was an interesting one. Josh and I met up for a drink and a burger in my neighborhood. That in of itself is fairly interesting because no one ever comes to brooklyn from Manhattan unless it involves a baby shower and the parties in question are related.
Anyway, we found ourselves munching on burgers and having the same conversation people who have known each other for more that 10 years have (the same one) when we were delighted by a group of old friends. My Ex-wife's parents. Celebrating my former mother in law's 60th birthday. And they sat right next to us.
Thank the good gods of chance that my first interaction with them (whom I adore, but havent had a chance to really heal with, or speak with in a year) wasn't with my new special friend (read: girlfriend who is anxiously awaiting me signing my divorce papers). Thank the good gods that said special friend happened to have signed me up for an improv class for my birthday, and I just happened to have just come from earlier that afternoon. Thank Jehova, Jesus, Mohammed, the easter bunny, Buddha, Tony Robbins and Jack Daniels that I was able to pull off a Harold in that moment of shock.
The references to Hansel and Gretel and Lindsay Lohan were quite good.
We'll all be playing at the Magnet Theater next Thursday at midnight assuming my ex and my girlfriend dont find out.
Anyway, we found ourselves munching on burgers and having the same conversation people who have known each other for more that 10 years have (the same one) when we were delighted by a group of old friends. My Ex-wife's parents. Celebrating my former mother in law's 60th birthday. And they sat right next to us.
Thank the good gods of chance that my first interaction with them (whom I adore, but havent had a chance to really heal with, or speak with in a year) wasn't with my new special friend (read: girlfriend who is anxiously awaiting me signing my divorce papers). Thank the good gods that said special friend happened to have signed me up for an improv class for my birthday, and I just happened to have just come from earlier that afternoon. Thank Jehova, Jesus, Mohammed, the easter bunny, Buddha, Tony Robbins and Jack Daniels that I was able to pull off a Harold in that moment of shock.
The references to Hansel and Gretel and Lindsay Lohan were quite good.
We'll all be playing at the Magnet Theater next Thursday at midnight assuming my ex and my girlfriend dont find out.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
9 days
9 days. 9 days away from each other. Apparently I am co-dependent because I was at a complete loss as to what to do with myself. Plus my 36th birthday was that week. Plus my dad had a stroke. Plus we found out that he has been having an affair because we got his cell phone while he was in the hospital and wanted to intercept calls and was pleasantly suprised (JKD) by text messages from his at that time unknown mistress.
9 days. Thank god my liver is well conditioned.
9 days. Thank god my liver is well conditioned.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Ten things I don't want to die doing.
using a real doll
blogging about john gosselin
playing air drums
auto-asphyxiating myself
checking work email
playing chat roulette
reading a dan brown book
setting myself on fire from frying a turkey
losing a joust at a renaissance fair
going back in time and accidentally killing my great great great grandfather
using a real doll
blogging about john gosselin
playing air drums
auto-asphyxiating myself
checking work email
playing chat roulette
reading a dan brown book
setting myself on fire from frying a turkey
losing a joust at a renaissance fair
going back in time and accidentally killing my great great great grandfather
Memorial Day 2010
This was a memorial day weekend that, well, I'll remember. I can't remember a time going up to my parents farm when I had so much fun and satisfaction from every minute of the day and still wanted to keep on going. Even the roosters beckoning me from my sleep at 5AM were met with, if not joy, tolerance. Funny thing is, it was so jammed with fun I can't keep the chronology straight, so here goes a stab at it:
Day 1.
After punting on leaving Friday night Alayna and I agreed that we should embark on travel upon the morrow (so to speak) So, we left with little difficulty early Saturday morning with my cousin Matt and his companion fast asleep in the guest room.(another story)
Arrived at the farm after a pleasantly traffic free drive in the Lancer (1961) on an overcast saturday morning. Upon arrival we met with Mom and Lenore and Ellie and had a quick meet and greet. After surveiling the landscape we realized the place was depleted of sufficient supplies for the weekend so we embarked on a trek to the local shopping centers. First I had to address my lack of a finished present for my brother Rob's birthday which fell on the 31at (monday).
Going to the Hudson valley Mall is always an adventure, mostly one associated with the scene in The Lord of the Rings where they have to go through the tunnels under the mountain and are attacked by orcs. Luckily this wasn't the case and we survived unscathed. Once we secured Rob's supplemental birthday gear we made our way to Gander Mountain. Actually, we hit GM first, but for the sake of not rewriting this, lets assume that I have the timeline correct.
Gander Mountain. A more unseemly place of filth and camping gear and awesomeness one has never seen. I was dissuaded from spending my gift card on a turkey fryer and walked out with a smart choice of picnic accessories and an extremely heavy cast iron pan. Success! Next stop, Miron liquors and the beer distributor!
To say I felt like a kid in a candy store at Miron liquors only makes me feel like I need to be honest with myself and enroll in a rehab center, so lets just day that this is the best place for both the enormity of choice and value of alcohol in all of Ulster county. I was elated. We left, turned the corner and hit the "beverage distributor" for beer. That mission was quick and dirty, not unlike a kill and destroy black ops mission. One cannot spend too much time in a beer distributor without signing up for a local stock car event or succumbing to buying tobacco one puts in their lower lip, or DIP.
Now flush with booze and clothing one might wish to get for their birthday if one likes to spend time in loose fitting clothing we returned to the farm. Upon arrival the sky opened up to let some of the humidity out just in time for us to pull into the driveway and not have to fret over the questionable functionality of the windshield wipers. As Alayna and I pulled in we spotted Marc making his way to the driveway with a large umbrella and he courteously came to Alayna's side of the car and escorted her in without spilling a drop. I on the other hand got soaked in the process of unloading our things, but it turned out to be the best way to cool off short of jumping in the creek.
Alas, jumping in the creek would have to wait until Sunday, but we made due. Once back we met up with Rob and Katie and their baby boy Paul who always has a look of consternation as if everything is not quite to his liking. Of course once you get him banging away at any given instrument or noise making device this 18 month old is happy as a clam.
That night we grilled enough redmeat to warrant a beef holocaust and slipped into a nice warm food coma.
This was a memorial day weekend that, well, I'll remember. I can't remember a time going up to my parents farm when I had so much fun and satisfaction from every minute of the day and still wanted to keep on going. Even the roosters beckoning me from my sleep at 5AM were met with, if not joy, tolerance. Funny thing is, it was so jammed with fun I can't keep the chronology straight, so here goes a stab at it:
Day 1.
After punting on leaving Friday night Alayna and I agreed that we should embark on travel upon the morrow (so to speak) So, we left with little difficulty early Saturday morning with my cousin Matt and his companion fast asleep in the guest room.(another story)
Arrived at the farm after a pleasantly traffic free drive in the Lancer (1961) on an overcast saturday morning. Upon arrival we met with Mom and Lenore and Ellie and had a quick meet and greet. After surveiling the landscape we realized the place was depleted of sufficient supplies for the weekend so we embarked on a trek to the local shopping centers. First I had to address my lack of a finished present for my brother Rob's birthday which fell on the 31at (monday).
Going to the Hudson valley Mall is always an adventure, mostly one associated with the scene in The Lord of the Rings where they have to go through the tunnels under the mountain and are attacked by orcs. Luckily this wasn't the case and we survived unscathed. Once we secured Rob's supplemental birthday gear we made our way to Gander Mountain. Actually, we hit GM first, but for the sake of not rewriting this, lets assume that I have the timeline correct.
Gander Mountain. A more unseemly place of filth and camping gear and awesomeness one has never seen. I was dissuaded from spending my gift card on a turkey fryer and walked out with a smart choice of picnic accessories and an extremely heavy cast iron pan. Success! Next stop, Miron liquors and the beer distributor!
To say I felt like a kid in a candy store at Miron liquors only makes me feel like I need to be honest with myself and enroll in a rehab center, so lets just day that this is the best place for both the enormity of choice and value of alcohol in all of Ulster county. I was elated. We left, turned the corner and hit the "beverage distributor" for beer. That mission was quick and dirty, not unlike a kill and destroy black ops mission. One cannot spend too much time in a beer distributor without signing up for a local stock car event or succumbing to buying tobacco one puts in their lower lip, or DIP.
Now flush with booze and clothing one might wish to get for their birthday if one likes to spend time in loose fitting clothing we returned to the farm. Upon arrival the sky opened up to let some of the humidity out just in time for us to pull into the driveway and not have to fret over the questionable functionality of the windshield wipers. As Alayna and I pulled in we spotted Marc making his way to the driveway with a large umbrella and he courteously came to Alayna's side of the car and escorted her in without spilling a drop. I on the other hand got soaked in the process of unloading our things, but it turned out to be the best way to cool off short of jumping in the creek.
Alas, jumping in the creek would have to wait until Sunday, but we made due. Once back we met up with Rob and Katie and their baby boy Paul who always has a look of consternation as if everything is not quite to his liking. Of course once you get him banging away at any given instrument or noise making device this 18 month old is happy as a clam.
That night we grilled enough redmeat to warrant a beef holocaust and slipped into a nice warm food coma.
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