I am currently having chocolate cake for breakfast.
And with that, the birthday debauchery ends.
I am currently having chocolate cake for breakfast.
And with that, the birthday debauchery ends.
I just got back from a surprise birthday dinner. netgoth let me choose a restaurant, so I picked the Maraconi Grill. The food was superb, the service was excellent, I had an operatic serenade of Happy Birthday in Italian, and I got to spend the evening with the most wonderful woman in the world.
In short, it’s one of the best birthdays I’ve ever had.
And the evening isn’t over yet. 🙂
Seriously, though. The dining experience in and of itself was so great that I’m going to write a letter to the company to thank them. I know Macarnoi Grill is a chain, but if the location here in St. Petersburg is any indicator of the rest of the locations I’d highly recommend it to any of my friends.
And on a completely unrelated note to the evening, but a highly relevant one in stuff I’ve been dealing with for the last few days, I bring you a quote from today’s Something Positive.
Everyone hurts someone they care about. It’s just part of being human…One day you’ll do something that’ll hurt me, but you know what? I’ll hurt you as well. No one means to do it. It just happens. Sometimes the measure of friendship isn’t your ability to not harm but your capacity to forgive the things done to you and ask forgiveness for your own mistakes.
– R.K. Milholland, “Something Positive”
“My sister says you play Dungeons and Dragons. We should be friends.”
“Want to go to a fourth of July party?”
“Why didn’t you pull out?”
“eh, just break down and get a domain like the rest of us.”
“You should check out this bulletin board.”
“Nice leash.”
“What quest u guys working on?”
“Son. I’m sick.”
“It doesn’t look good, Mike.”
“The size of your sons head is proportional to yours, Mr. McGreevy. You have big heads. You also make beautiful babies. Go make some more.”
“I saw a job online today that I think you’d be perfect for.”
“I’m directing a show. It’s a rock musical, and I need you to come audition for it.”
“I’m giving you one of my access codes. You really need a live journal.”
“She didn’t make it.”
“No, he’s not coming back. He left. With Mary.”
“I’ll see you and your fucking kids in court!”
“Why don’t you take your son and get the fuck out of this house?!”
“Did you mean it when you said Kimmie could move in with you?”
“If that’s really what you two want to do, go do it. Now.”
“We’ve fallen in love with each other.”
“Have you seen the news? We’re under attack. They’ve bombed the World Trade Center!”
Perhaps more later as I think of them.
Got any of your own?
So it’s been a while since I’ve made a post with any significant personal content. Figured I’d do a little thought dump here on this fine Saturday afternoon and catch all of you up on what’s been going on in my life.
Been sick since Thursday. I seem to have gotten over the worst of it at this point, but waking up is still a horrid experience. It’s like during the sleeping hours my body stops protecting me from the aches and pains of the illness so that when I wake up I’m a mass of sniffles, aches, and general bitchiness. After an hour or so I feel fine. Very odd. Sleeping a LOT too.
Maybe that’s why I’m achy. I’m sleeping too much.
Have seen some great shows recently. Caught the preview of Frankie and Johnny in the Clair De Lune a few weeks ago, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Much of the show reminded me of the first night I spent with netgoth, to be honest. I even cracked about that afterward. I guess you can say that, like Johnny, I’m a bit intense.
Also got to see Henry Rollins do a spoken word show earlier this week. Just…wow. This is the third time I’ve seen him do this kind of show, and he keeps getting better. The only downer of the evening was this INCREDIBLY drunk woman who was sitting behind us and making a complete ass of herself. Talking, yelling, and being generally obnoxious. She even rubbed my head at one point and asked what I was wearing under my kilt. K. finally complained to the ushers about her, and she got a “talking to.” She left not too long after that. Not sure if she was asked to or if her friends made her. I heard one of them make a comment about having to come back the next day, so I think they may have worked there and wanted to make sure their job wasn’t put at risk.
After she left, it was a joy. Especially since we got to share it with J. and etcet.
I’d talk about stuff in Warcraft, but I know most of you could care less. So it goes.
Went and had lunch with my Mom last week out at Ricky T’s, which was nice. Haven’t spent a lot of time with her recently, but with the holidays rapidly approaching I know that’s going to change.
Yay for the Fall! Party season!
A. and his baseball team have been doing great this season, winning pretty much every game they have played. I think he’s getting better personally, but he’s limited in that by the fact that he is made to play “outfield” most of the time.
Outfield – The black hole they stick you in when they don’t think you’re good enough to play a “real” position.
I can’t quite figure out how to feel about this. It makes me angry to see him relegated to those positions, but at the same time I know that if he wants to move infield he needs to practice and get better. It’s the fine line between being a protective parent and doing what is best for him as a person. I trust the coaches, though. They are good men, and they work very hard to build up the boys instead of bringing them down. So as it stands, I’ll just sit back and do what I can to help him on my own.
New coffee place up on Park Street called Jitters. Might try it out if I feel better tomorrow.
My Uncle Mike from Seattle called me the other day. Nothing major, just calling to catch up. Was nice to hear from him, and made me pine for a trip to Seattle (as talking to him always does). I’m also craving a trip out to Vegas again. One in which I didn’t have to get up at 6AM every day.
Goth Cruise can’t come soon enough. Need a vacation. A real one this time. No computers, no early morning wake ups, no house cleaning, no kids. Just friends and fun.
Oh yeah. I’m digging it.
Haven’t fully decided on what I wanna do for my birthday yet. A party of some sort, of course. Dinner out? Oh yes. Would like to go up to Jacksonville on the 5th to catch the Merry Widow/Cruxshadows show, but not sure I’ll be able to swing that one.
All in all, life is great. Money is tight, but the bills are paid.
And Avenue Q is some funny shit.
I’ve been staring at this blinking cursor for about 20 minutes now, all sorts of things swirling through my head and nothing pouring onto the screen. Which is especially bad considering that I’m at work at the moment. I’m on lunch, so I’m not all that much of a schlub, but I still look stupid sitting here and staring at my monitor.
Something happened to me last night that could possibly have a profound effect on my life, but I’m afraid to talk about it. I’m afraid to think about it. I’m afraid that if I even acknowledge the possibilities that last night’s events revealed to me I will make them disappear.
So instead I stare at a blank screen and try and think of something witty to write.
And it’s just not happening.
Oh well, I’ll try again tomorrow.