Tipsy

Well it is Tuesday night, but feels like a Thursday, as thank fuck we get Thursday and Friday off for American thanksgiving. Halle-fucking-lujah! Praise Buddha, praise baby Jesus, praise Mohammed and G-d Himself. It feels like a Thursday as I have had a few beverages too many and can take solace in the fact that nothing I do at work tomorrow morning will have any lasting impact (well, hopefully). I need not be coherent or even semi-coherent, and I have (obviously) used this to my advantage by pounding back several Black Velvet's in quick succession. To the uninitiated, the Black Velvet is the beguiling sweet yet bitter combination of cider and Guiness (one of the most beloved beverages in the world). It revolts newbies yet thrills everyone else. Try it at your own risk.

I am at this very second torn between confiding the thoughts that are racing Schumacher-like through my head, and...well, not confiding them. Evidently I am not confiding them, but let me tell you friend, it is tempting. The reckless, alcohol-fueled portion of my mind says, go nuts, let it all out. The responsible yet fast-relinquishing-control portion says, get a hold of yourself you fucking lunatic. No more drunken raves and rants.

Alas, I have always listened to the sensible part of my brain and will do so again. Something tells me I will be happy about this in the morning.

G'nite people. Be well. Have a great long weekend if you have one. If not, HAHAHAHA. Suckers.

I spoke too soon

Turns out my come-back-from-the-dead re-appearing blog trick was just that. A trick. Because not for the first and certainly not the last time, my mind is filled with thoughts which my fingers steadfastly refuse to type.

In fact, I've just deleted a paragraph of text that is just a little too personal, even for this blog. It's soppy and romantic and, of course, it's about a girl. It's at this point that I am reminded about an observation I made in one of my first posts. How opening up your blog to friends and family really diminishes what you can write about for reasons of sheer dignity and self-preservation. And how funny and ironic and strange it is that it is easier to open up in this personal forum to absolute strangers who I will never know than to the people who I have broken bread with for most of my life.

So rather than wax on philosophical,
In an attempt to be comical,
I will again depart in a goodbye so crushing,
But not before I introduce you to my blog about nothing.

Marto

p.s. I changed the name of the blog not only to reflect the infrequent nature of upcoming updates, but for privacy reasons as well. I feel like Gene Hackman in The Conversation. Only "not".

COMING SOON......

New update coming soon. Lots of new material. Can't put a date on it yet, but it is in the works.

Stay tuned hombres y chicas.

Marto