I need to step it up. Two posts a month isn't going to cut it. If Principal Strickland were here, he'd call me a slacker. Luckily, I just remembered that I love writing. For a while there, I thought I only liked it but I actually love it. Some kinds words from a few friends jogged my memory.
My dad told me on more than one occasion how lucky I was to have the friends I did. And do. You know what I mean. Tenses can be tricky when speaking of the dead. But he was and is, very right. My circle(s) of friends has been in perspective lately. You see, my bachelor party in Las Vegas, Nevada is 23 days away. That's less than one day per person attending. That's also a confusing way to say that I'm expecting anywhere from 25-35 people to show up. And by people, I mean animals.
I know exactly how it's going to be, and yet, I have no fucking clue. I just got a report that at least three confirmed attendees were found smacking tennis balls at each other, full force, with no pads and on no sleep, at 7:30 on a Sunday morning. And this is in a quiet shore town. There's no telling what a 24 hour buffet of vice will do to characters such as these. You could probably make a funny movie about it. Probably.
I know the draw is at least 75% Vegas, 25% me, and that's fine. I'm still pumped...wait I don't want to be pumped. That sounds queer. I'm still stoked that everyone's showing up. It's gonna be awesome to see this crew in one place. If this is the first you're hearing of the party, uhhh, sorry?? I quote Hans Aumier, deputy commandant at Auschwitz when he stood trial at Nuremberg, "I had very little to do in the planning of this thing."
But seriously, if you're free the weekend of May 12-16 come on out. Weekends are five days sometimes. I can't wait.
