It is another Saturday night and I am back at the keyboard clickety- clacking away destination unknown. G came home today. Technically the old man doesn't live here anymore, but if you ask him he'll tell you that LA is still home.
I am looking forward to hanging out with the big guy and he is big. Just short of 6'4 with arms like a gorilla, and hairy like one too. Hee hee, I am laughing just thinking about it. He knows about the blog but hasn't ever seen it. It is a good thing because with those simian like arms he could smack me from 6 feet away, and he would.
There aren't too many people who aren't called mom or dad that have known me longer than he has. When my son heard that G was going to be coming over he asked me if we were going to act like little boys again. I guess he remembers watching the two of us wrestle on the floor last year.
G turns 39 next week but I can assure you that the wrestling will continue for as long as we are physically capable of doing so. Since he is pushing 40 I promised to take it easy on him.
I also told him that it is about time we broke out the cigars and liquor again. Neither one of us would consider ourselves smokers. When I was twenty I smoked a pack of Marlboro Reds and decided that I didn't like it so I never had another cigarette. Somewhere around 24 or 25 we got into cigars and scotch. So for a few years we'd spend a couple of bucks on different brands and just enjoy ourselves.
A good cigar is something that I truly enjoy but not anything that I do with any regularity. I don't think that I have had a cigar since the last bachelor party I attended. For those who are keeping track that was about 2003 or so. But lately I have had a real urge to bust out the Zippos and just enjoy a rare treat.
One of these days I'll have to share a few more cigar memories, there are some good ones.
I don't know about y'all, but I am ready for the holidays to go away. I am tired of the crowds and sick of the music. I don't need to hear any more stupid comments about the reason for the season. I don't need any more pushy salespeople, obnoxious solicitations for charity or stupid commercials.
The Grinch is my hero.
Had a long discussion with a dear friend about love. More specifically we talked about the love of your life and what to do if you decide that you are not with them. Maybe I should make that into its own post, but first I should finish are you smarter than a rabbi.
4 comments:
I didn't set foot out of the house today and haven't been near a shopping mall in months. We will hit the road tomorrow to travel north to be with family, but don't expect to hit any stores (or sales) while we're gone. Hunkering down is my favorite thing sometimes. May your cigar experience be everything you hope for and more! Cheers!
Be safe. Enjoy the holidays.
• I don't need to hear any more stupid comments about the reason for the season.
It was very kind of you to leave seasons greetings on my post, "That's what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown"!
I have no interest in telling Jews or atheists or whomever what the "reason for the season" is. It's Christians: they're the ones I would like to shake up.
How did we ever get so unspiritual as to buy into this crass commercialization of Christmas? Because Christians have no one to blame for this but themselves, in my opinion.
Maybe I should celebrate Chanukah instead. It has less capitalist baggage.
I have no interest in telling Jews or atheists or whomever what the "reason for the season" is. It's Christians: they're the ones I would like to shake up.
I hear you. I haven't any problem wishing my Christian friends a Merry Christmas.
What annoys me is when people try to convince me that there is a war on Christmas and that because of this they are entitled to try and stuff it down my throat.
If we could all take a step back and ratchet down the rhetoric I think we'd all be happier and that more people would find true meaning in this time of year.
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