Go Ahead And Rub It

I'm talking about my freshly buzzed head. What did you think I meant? Hmmm. Anyways. That whole "one drink" rule, that's going to be a hard one to keep this week. And last night. Went out with some friends because people were visiting the city, so we had to show them how fun it was. I did keep my wits about me, however I had three beers. Which is more then one drink. I also put everyone's drinks on my tab, because I am a gentleman. I even dropped the girls at the door before I parked six blocks away and then ran without my coat down iced over sidewalks. The frostbite is worth it though to not have to have a bulky coat weighing you down all night. What we do to look good, right? Right. I have been keeping all the other rules though. And, like I said, it's going to be a slow process. A gradual process. I have been cooking up some delicious meals though. For instance: three cheese tortellini with sun dried tomato and basil mustard, fresh green peppers stuffed with fresh mushrooms and garbanzo beans, delicious red kidney beans with chopped green peppers and cheese, baked beans with elbow macaroni and cheese melted into it. So good. And so yummy. And so nutritious. I'm loving it. And eating it up. I have to reheat something before we all head out for the night. It's a friends birthday tomorrow. So this is night one of the celebrating. I'm going to try real hard to keep my money in check and stick to my one drink rule. But January is going to be hard a month for the drinking rule. Four birthdays! Four! And no one celebrates their birthdays these days for just one night. But, I'm not one to judge when it comes to that. Does any one remember the Extrava-Gaga-Ganza? Yeh, glass house. But everything else is going steady. Working out. Reading. Ohh, have I been reading. I'm re-reading "The Abs Diet" to brush up on my health and fitness knowledge. Also reading through "Psychology: Themes and Variations", it's an old textbook but I love that shit. Also need to hit up the library to get some Nick Hornby, Mark Haddon, Tom Perrota and I can't wait until Joshua Ferris' new book arrives. If it's anywhere as good as his first one, well, whoa! Sign me up now! So far, the only crap thing about today was that it took me an hour to drive home from work. But worse things could have happened. The fact that I'm listening to this song by Shakira makes up for it. "Men In This Town", it's sickly realistic to my life. Which is depressing, but the beat is perfect and she knows how to sing. I like it. Mucho.

"I know what to do with my life. I just don't know what to do with this one night."
— Joshua Ferris

Why It Truly Is The Grand Life

I am on the third day of a five day birthday celebration. I requested off from work and emailed my prof's telling them not to expect me. This week and the coming holiday weekend are strictly devoted to fun and festivities. I think I can safely safe I have been to about eighty percent of the bars in this city. I already had a handle on when to go where on what night, but now I am seeing what bar is known for what drink(s). And I haven't had to pay for anything. It's fantastic. These past few days have been tremendous. Going out at night and not coming home till the early morning. Sleeping until linner time. Walking to the Bell to get some tacos. Or having Jimmy's bring the sammich right to my front door. Reading one of the new books that were gifted to me for my birthday. Or watching the movie I bought with my gift cards. I strongly recommend "The Holiday", it's really got something--or someone--for all who watch it. So besides all the new fantastic drinks, I have once again realized I'm the luckiest basterd around here. My friends are the greatest people who ever lived, and they really all deserve awards. I know I'm swept away in a tide of endorphins, smiles, and Amaretto and OJ's; but I really do know some of the coolest, most genuine, people around. And I strongly looking forward to all the future dinner's, bar crawls, and late night drinking story times that will come along. Also, I had the best of luck when it came to who rang me up or took my order on my actual birthday day. The boy at the Bell was so punk-rock-Armani it was captivating. I nearly invited to meet us at the bar later that same night. And then the boy at Meijer was a skinny version of Chris Evans! It really is the Grand Life. So now I'm sitting in the kitchen nook, waiting for Jimmy's to deliver my country club sammich, after having watched a good two hours of Absolutely Fabulous episodes on YouTube, recovering from last nights events and building up energy (and PR) for tonight's events. Reading "Everything I Ate" by Tucker Shaw, a gift my sweetheart Amy, and browsing through "The Cocktail Bible" a gift from Andrew's sweetheart Carolyn. I rather like this whole birthday thing, a boy could get use to this. But I do know once November begins it's back to work, I can't get all my drinks for free.....or can I? Oh! My sammich is here now. More to come later.