Almost Spontaineous
Advetures in Atlanta.....
Now, those that know me know that I'm not exactly the most impulsive creature on this Green Marble..... a trait I have developed as a defense mechanism against my genetic luck deficiency and history of poor judgement.
Yet, despite this I somehow strive on occasion to force myself to do things that I inherantly know will be "fun".......grudgingly charging forth with as much a sense of cautious optimism as dread.
Yeah, I'd lost my glasses white water canoeing (still haven't recieved the replacements), got stood up on a blind date (a blessing in disguise?) and sprained the wrist of my drinking hand.....all within the proceeding 5 days. But when a friend invited Zaron and I to attend his opening performance for Ministry at the Masquerade in the ATL, I grudgingly mustered my pluck for yet another adventure.......admitting that I did, after all, have a great time on all three preceeding occasions despite loss, injury and/or peril.
I donned black, had a hellova road trip, drank, listened to loud music with unintelligable lyrics, smuggled a bottle of Cuervo past cops in my pants, drank more, partied like the friend of a rockstar, participated in the trashing of a hotel room and forgot about life's difficulties for a whole 24hrs......despite an attack of flatulence that I'm told (but honestly don't remember) resulted in my breaking wind in the face of very hot girl.
Not a bad time indeed. I'd say more but, I have some needlepoint I gotta get done.
Now, those that know me know that I'm not exactly the most impulsive creature on this Green Marble..... a trait I have developed as a defense mechanism against my genetic luck deficiency and history of poor judgement.
Yet, despite this I somehow strive on occasion to force myself to do things that I inherantly know will be "fun".......grudgingly charging forth with as much a sense of cautious optimism as dread.
Yeah, I'd lost my glasses white water canoeing (still haven't recieved the replacements), got stood up on a blind date (a blessing in disguise?) and sprained the wrist of my drinking hand.....all within the proceeding 5 days. But when a friend invited Zaron and I to attend his opening performance for Ministry at the Masquerade in the ATL, I grudgingly mustered my pluck for yet another adventure.......admitting that I did, after all, have a great time on all three preceeding occasions despite loss, injury and/or peril.
I donned black, had a hellova road trip, drank, listened to loud music with unintelligable lyrics, smuggled a bottle of Cuervo past cops in my pants, drank more, partied like the friend of a rockstar, participated in the trashing of a hotel room and forgot about life's difficulties for a whole 24hrs......despite an attack of flatulence that I'm told (but honestly don't remember) resulted in my breaking wind in the face of very hot girl.
Not a bad time indeed. I'd say more but, I have some needlepoint I gotta get done.
posted by Solderjunkie | 3:42 PM
1 Comments:
I ate your mother's lint pizza last night... extra cheese. and mushrooms I think.
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