...And the Golden Shamrock

If there’s one thing I’m not good at, it is relocating. I often get too used to my habitat and it feels like too much work to go out and create a new living environment. But it’s a realization that I am faced with now as I’m supposed to be moving in about a week and some change. I’ve got most of my non essentials packed up. Now I just need to secure a moving truck and a date and we’ll be in business. It’s been a pretty normal week so far. I had a small coma which was well needed, as it gave me a little more than 12 straight hours of sleep.
Monday night I went bowling, drinking on an empty stomach. Drinking my normal amount had a much more powerful effect on me. Before my lackluster bowling match, I stopped at the fire house for a round or two with Tim and Rubi. We were “treated” to some authentic Wisconsin karaoke, which was pretty much as awful as you can get. We met up with Nik at bowling and after my abysmal night of throwing that ball, we went out for margaritas with Erin, Amber, and a couple other fire house people. Erin had bailed shortly before I got there so it was just me, Nik, Amber, Tim, and a guy named Brian. We talked about the previous weekend and at some point I brought up a tale of a woman we call BC. I’m pretty darn sure I’ve mentioned her before, but at this time I’m unable to check the logs. Anyways she kept trying to get us to go up into her apartment for drinks and on Saturday during the nerd drinking session she invited all of us to go back to her house. That’s like 35 or so people. In a moment of weakness I spouted out something to the effect of it’s the largest group of nerds to simultaneously lose their virginity in history. Amber choked on her margarita, Nik went for the high-five and I think Brian was contemplating the logistics of the event. We hung around til close then headed for the barn.
Tuesday was my coma day, not much to note there.
Wednesday I got done with work and changed and headed down to the bar, where the dice gods decided to take a massive shit in my cereal. I couldn’t roll anything to save my life so I was bent over for a round of drinks and barely scraped by on the 1 on 1 show downs. It was arts and craft night as Amber and Erin colored a shamrock gold for me so I could have casual week on the cheap, considering I’m already invested for like 36 bucks in the MDA make a wish foundation way of America. Most of the night was spent conversing with Rubi or helping Tim create a firehouse St Patty’s day shot. I created an “Irish Drive by” which was Jameson, Bailey’s, and a sprits of regular Doctor. It was like a goofy tasting Shamrock shake. Tim tried to make a rainbow drink, but it turned out black and “Taste the Rainbow” turned into “Frontal Lobotomy” as it gave him a killer headache. We were introduced to Smithwick’s Irish Ale, which is much like my favorite beer, spotted cow. If there’s one thing I love in this world it’s a good ale. Perhaps it’s my severe love of Dwarven culture, but if I have a choice between a lager and an Ale. It’s always going to be ale. It’s funny because I wasn’t much a beer fan growing up, but then I met the rolling rock and much like the peace pipe, it was a gate way beer into other delicious ale highs and lows. Nik rolled in and was crying about he couldn’t see American Idol. We proceeded to give him the once or twice around of “you know how I know you’re gay” jokes and then went on to our business. We ended up eating two pizzas because it was the only thing that could make Tim “think good”. He may never be able to count past 10 but that’s cool, he can still name any song he hears.

Our post drinking debates often lead to our respective defects as humans, what can we say, we’re self hating bastards. We pretty much pick apart any part of our lives be it love, dress, or just general dumb shit. After that heated debate it was time to crash.

So here I am, a day older and after the experiences I’m hopefully a day wiser.
I’m not sure if it’s just me, but once in a while I get one of those weeks, where you constantly feel like you’re forgetting something, but when you check into it, you realize you’re all set, but that nagging feeling insists. That was pretty much how I felt all of the week. I also managed to blow an assload of money over the past week or so, some of which was used to purchase Lego’s. You don’t spend nearly as much when your ass is glued to a computer chair and you make a little digital character move around the screen for hours on end. I sometimes miss those days, because I really liked the game and I was very good at it, but part of me remembers why I was bound to that chair in the first place and I’m much happier having my free will back, because its… the right of all sentient beings. Little Optimus Prime for you.
One of the things I really miss is doing Dork stuff. Playing DND and L5R have been some of the happiest times of my life, and I would really like to get back to those days, but DND was killed for me at Gencon, mainly because my group fell apart. My L5R career comes and goes in cycles, but I’ll be a Crab player till I die. I hear they are doing well, so I might try to jump back on the band wagon and see what I can’t come up with. Maybe I can get Nik to come out of retirement and get a decent play group back together. I’d like to find something to do that isn’t drinking all of the time, but I can’t look badly at drinking, because it has provided me several good memories as well.

I guess that’s something I’ll have to figure out. Anyways, I’m out.
-Jeric