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labored days
Sep. 2nd, 2006 02:50 pmEnded a long week with a grand start to the weekend. The weather last night felt like the onset of fall.
It was perfectly dry, not too warm, and perhaps, even, what, yes, a breeze. Was part of a football draft last night. I was fortunate enough to be a part of the neighborhood fantasy league this year. As last year's everything was so rudely delayed a year, much testerone and cigar smoke was to be had. Seven or eight rums later, I was joining thedrunks crowd in proclaiming last night to be a night among nights.
It's like a taste of water after the long thirst. Your throat is dry with the dust of Katrina's wake, in varying forms of bureaucracy, insurance, rent, houses, crime and not enough places to buy a damned lottery ticket. We pass a year this week. Ernesto rumbas up the Atlantic seaboard. Ernesto. We breathe a sigh of relief. I just can't worried about a storm named Ernesto. Visions of congo lines and lots of mojitos and daiquiris. Then the national hurricane experts decide there'll be even less storms this season. The computer models just can't contain the chaos of weather. Better news. There's less to deal with. We're seeing light at the end of the tunnel, like maybe we can get some work done around this damned city and not keeping talking about it. And we're still here. And we were all back, with more coming. Worth drinking about indeed.
So anyway, last night. Did the draft thingy. Then, while sitting around afterward, we were out on my friend's deck, just taking in the sky, and I see this thing fly through the yard. At first glance, I thought it was a huge moth, and came close to ignoring it. But I was looking up at the light and see that the bigger bugs weren't even close to what I thought passed in the yard. And as I looked down, I catch it again, cruising over the six foot cedar fence, down low, about two feet about the grass. It shot through the yard, just out of shadow for a moment where I just caught sight of a dark creature disappearing into the shadows. Had to be a bat. Didn't see it again, though. Thought it was pretty cool.
Crashed about two. Tracey had to call me to let me know the time. Damned considerate of her, as I have more binge to get on this afternoon and tonight.
Neighborhoodies are having a crab boil (oh. fucking. yeah.) and general once-a-quarter booze/drugs festival today. Usually part crowd-control techniques on children, part fundraiser for the National Foundation for the Advancement of Alcohol Consumption, and part tribute to the works of the finest cigarette paper artists. A real pool, hot crabs, cold icy bottles. That's my appetizer.
Then, by the gracious timing of things, I'm heading up a bachelor party for my brother. Nothing out of bounds (as were my bachelor parties). We're going to grab some ersters on the shell, and hit Dickie Brennan's for steaks. My carnivore is quite primed for the consumption of animal flesh. Got entrance waiting to the Foundation Room for some drinks. Then maybe off to the casino for some cards. Later, music, somewhere.
Oh, and I'm working Monday, dialing in to Yorkshire to install some backup software. I'll bill the hours and then take my "holiday" day and use it somewhere else. I love how that works.
On weather, you know, I remember two years ago, there was this crazy cold front that came through here in August. I seem to be the only person to recall that. We were having highs in the seventies and lows in the sixties. Dry and crisp, right in the middle of August. Bloody heaven, that was. Of course the heat swooped back in, but that one week...man, it was beautiful.
It was perfectly dry, not too warm, and perhaps, even, what, yes, a breeze. Was part of a football draft last night. I was fortunate enough to be a part of the neighborhood fantasy league this year. As last year's everything was so rudely delayed a year, much testerone and cigar smoke was to be had. Seven or eight rums later, I was joining the
It's like a taste of water after the long thirst. Your throat is dry with the dust of Katrina's wake, in varying forms of bureaucracy, insurance, rent, houses, crime and not enough places to buy a damned lottery ticket. We pass a year this week. Ernesto rumbas up the Atlantic seaboard. Ernesto. We breathe a sigh of relief. I just can't worried about a storm named Ernesto. Visions of congo lines and lots of mojitos and daiquiris. Then the national hurricane experts decide there'll be even less storms this season. The computer models just can't contain the chaos of weather. Better news. There's less to deal with. We're seeing light at the end of the tunnel, like maybe we can get some work done around this damned city and not keeping talking about it. And we're still here. And we were all back, with more coming. Worth drinking about indeed.
So anyway, last night. Did the draft thingy. Then, while sitting around afterward, we were out on my friend's deck, just taking in the sky, and I see this thing fly through the yard. At first glance, I thought it was a huge moth, and came close to ignoring it. But I was looking up at the light and see that the bigger bugs weren't even close to what I thought passed in the yard. And as I looked down, I catch it again, cruising over the six foot cedar fence, down low, about two feet about the grass. It shot through the yard, just out of shadow for a moment where I just caught sight of a dark creature disappearing into the shadows. Had to be a bat. Didn't see it again, though. Thought it was pretty cool.
Crashed about two. Tracey had to call me to let me know the time. Damned considerate of her, as I have more binge to get on this afternoon and tonight.
Neighborhoodies are having a crab boil (oh. fucking. yeah.) and general once-a-quarter booze/drugs festival today. Usually part crowd-control techniques on children, part fundraiser for the National Foundation for the Advancement of Alcohol Consumption, and part tribute to the works of the finest cigarette paper artists. A real pool, hot crabs, cold icy bottles. That's my appetizer.
Then, by the gracious timing of things, I'm heading up a bachelor party for my brother. Nothing out of bounds (as were my bachelor parties). We're going to grab some ersters on the shell, and hit Dickie Brennan's for steaks. My carnivore is quite primed for the consumption of animal flesh. Got entrance waiting to the Foundation Room for some drinks. Then maybe off to the casino for some cards. Later, music, somewhere.
Oh, and I'm working Monday, dialing in to Yorkshire to install some backup software. I'll bill the hours and then take my "holiday" day and use it somewhere else. I love how that works.
On weather, you know, I remember two years ago, there was this crazy cold front that came through here in August. I seem to be the only person to recall that. We were having highs in the seventies and lows in the sixties. Dry and crisp, right in the middle of August. Bloody heaven, that was. Of course the heat swooped back in, but that one week...man, it was beautiful.
