Been a long time, and though I'm known for that kind of thing, I'm still sorry. Let's get down to business.
First of all, let me just say that I'm in a hotel room in Shreveport getting fucked up. Then I'm gonna go eat, find a shitty bar, and get more fucked up. I'm in Shreveport for a funeral. A lot of my extended family (Mom's side) is here, too. By here, of course, I mean Shreveport, not the hotel room. If you haven't read my last post, now would be the time to do that, since it covers all of the depressing family shit and has a prediction in it that came true. At any rate, my Mom is here. I haven't talked to her in AGES. And there's a real good chance she'll be at the service tomorrow. So in addition to mourning the passing of Mimi, I gotta worry about seeing Mama. Lacking someone live to talk to, I'm getting tossed and writing. I have no idea what to say or how to act if she does show up, and usually I'm a whiz at that shit. Hopefully an overnight drunk is a good way to prepare for tomorrow. Time will tell, I guess.
The other shoe in a pile of poop is the fact that my goddamn car broke on the way here. Some crucial pulley froze up, a belt blew, and then my car started barfing smoke. Luckily at the next stop there was a service station. So at this service station is the worker guy and the owner. The service guy is an earnest country fellow, and I tell him my problem and tell him I'm trying to make a funeral, he springs into action. He was awesome. He figured the problem out, got me an estimate, and then the owner guy offered me a ride to a car rental place. We talked mortgages. I urged him to hold off on a refinance because his current loan was just fine. Anyway. They were so nice it was silly. And I made it. Hooray.
On to better things!
Thing one: I finally finished this video/slideshow thing I've been working on. It's from the pub crawl I went on in San Diego for my friend's 30th birthday. It's at the end of this post, since putting it in right here would almost be like I was forcing you to watch it, and it's just a bunch of pictures and video of awesome people getting drunk and having a good time, including riding a mechanical bull, all set to great music, and that might not be your thing. You know, looking at other people get polluted. But it's great. It's down there. The visit associated with this pub crawl was also fantastic, and it further cemented in my mind the fact that I need to move back to San Diego.
Thing two: I am moving back to San Diego. I am most likely bringing Texans with me. My friends Daniel and Adam, who have both visited San Diego with me at some point, have decided to come on this adventure with me.
They are awesome guys and I couldn't be happier or more excited. I am sure this will be a wonderful move and I hope to get back in school and become a teacher, because the work I'm doing now crushes my happiness to a degree I did not think possible.
Thing three: I have been cooking a lot lately and I love it. I'm starting to understand why my dad loves it so much. Part of it has to do with the part when everyone digs in and you can tell that they think it's delicious. I just made five people happy with food that I prepared, you think. That feels really good.
Well, that's all I got in me for now. Talk to you all later. I leave you with a different song, a happy (if not downright ridiculous) song. Peace out. Sorry for all the italics.
Until next time...
