Skipping past Writober and Nanoblomo . . ? Shit, I dunno. I'm as bored as you are.
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Crossroads
When it comes to summarizing an entertaining and/or eventful night, one should probably sit down to blog that shit when one’s still drunk. That’s why this blog is so boring. Even to me. I’m never capturing the moment. Unless I’m in the moment. Which I almost never am.
So, Michelle was gone for most of the weekend. And it really is purely coincidental that I spent a lot of the weekend making discoveries and assessments about my life. You were warned:
- In the realm of sports-bar trivia, I know an average amount about the career of Oliver Stone. But I might have something of an edge in music trivia, demonstrated the following night when I missed the entire first round of a game, swept into the lead while the competition (literally) sat out, and then held on for victory despite the final-round country-music question.
- Red Bull works. I’d never had one, but faced with four beers on top of a no-carb dinner, and another whistle stop remaining on my Saturday Night Tour of Liver Damage, I decided to give it a whirl. I’m sure it doesn’t hold a candle to the meth-jolt that is Chaser, but it did the job.
- I’ve been in talks about possibly playing some adult-recreation soccer later this year. Not sure how I’d work that in with my current band schedule (and Michelle’s), but we’ll see.
- I’m getting fairly obsessive about my untapped reservoir of poetic talent (a shallow reservoir, but a reservoir nonetheless). I’m almost to the point where I’m thinking of scheduling daily writing time. Maybe I need to bust out the exercises again. Because scribbling down three lines of obscurity after arriving home drunk at 1 a.m. isn’t filling my notebook with the Good Stuff.