It’s been awhile since I’ve posted here, and to be honest I’ve been extremely busy. It seems my alter ego Alistair Kimble is taking up a lot of my free time with writing and social networking of his own…the bastard. And then I went on vacation, and I moved, so it’s been crazy.
I took a little trip (well, it’s was quite a bit of driving actually) up to my home state of NJ to visit some old high school buddies this past Saturday. It’s never dull or disappointing when we all get together. It started off with beer and burgers, followed by hours of raucous and rowdy flimflammery. One of the highlights was learning of an unfortunate “hand-tossed cream pie” incident that took place over 20 years ago. Needless to say, I can’t really go into more detail about that here.
There were some coherent moments, however, when we strayed into lucidity and had a political discussion. In the end, we found out that today’s problems are all Lincoln’s fault (and probably not in the way you are thinking I bet).
Despite the hours of driving and the beyond horrible traffic, it was worth it. I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time. I forgot what it was like to be an adolescent…
On Sunday, I continued my tour of Northern New Jersey and Northern Pennsylvania with what was dubbed the “Ex-wives tour 2009″ by me and one of my ex-wives. That still sounds ridiculous to me, but I have the great fortune of remaining friends with both of my ex-wives. The shirt for the ex-wives tour would have looked cool, and we could have included ex-girlfriends and prom dates etc on the shirt, since they all seem to live in the same general vicinity.
Even my fiance’ Tara thought that was pretty funny. All I have to say is: God bless Tara for putting up with, and trusting me.
Until next time,
GBC
