Must not drink on a Monday


Just back from a Vacation in the lovely Pacific NW...
Lush greenery, tall mountains, majestic oceans, Lectures.

I had a great time with the folks, a couple of old friends, and hanging out in the Greater Seattle area. Had a few beers, a few laughs, saw a couple of flicks. Good times. Then about three fourths of the way through the tenor changed somewhat. It was apparently time for some tough love.

Ya see in the movies, when the drill instructor asks for volunteers everyone takes a step back so that it appears that the company rube has volunteered. I didn't realize it at the time, but it would appear that I am now that Rube.

Why you ask? What gives? Believe me when I say that that has been a source of some thought for a rather bewildered el jefe lately. Apparently now that both my siblings are either married with kids or in a serious relationship, the fact that I'm completely hopeless with the opposite sex has been outlined in stark relief. What was once a source of fun and laughter for everyone it now seems is a serious issue. "What's going to happen to the jefe?", they ask. "What will become of him?"

Yep, the harsh high-beam lights of parental concern are now firmly fixed on yours truly.

"I just want you to be happy"

A lovely sentiment. Truly. Every son or daughter should hope that their parents want the same thing. Just as every American should want John Ashcroft defending Liberty or George Bush championing Freedom. They want me to be happy and they're prepared to kick quite a bit of ass towards that theoretical end, God bless 'em. Unfortunately it would appear that like many Americans today such sentiment merely triggers a feeling of inexplicable dread at the base of my stomach. Odd really. Something of a failing on my part.

So now I'm back in NC, armed with many tips for personal grooming, fashion, etc. Among other things on my To-do list, I need to start shaving on a more regular basis, join the church choir, start cooking, and for god's sake dress a little better. It was also suggested quite strongly that I should seriously consider moving back to the Seattle area.

The road to success seems clear.

Unfortunately, once I pulled myself together this morning after a few too many beers and no dinner the night before, I really didn't feel like shaving. Just showered, threw on some quasi-clean clothes, squeezed in a few wistfull thoughts about breakfast, and left.

heh..

I'm a work in progress?

Don't go changin'
El Jefe