The tables at Bertucci’s had appeared swarming with high school kids and college freshmen. The only couple over thirty sat in the middle of the room, donning festive NASCAR top hats around gray heads and looking quite bewildered – a fact partly due to age, partly due to the environment, but mostly due to the [...]
Archive for February, 2009
Modern Methusala
Posted in Dasad Adventures, Malarchy, tagged age, anime, bucket list, children, dentures, games, humor, jimmies, life, maturity, pizza, sprinkles, video games, yogurt, youth on February 28, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Pictionary Portraits
Posted in Stumbling Sober, tagged cheating, family, game night, games, humor, life, nicknames, Pictionary, rules on February 18, 2009 | 2 Comments »
“. . . so those are the categories. Ok now everybody, listen up,” I said standing at the head of the table, several white-board markers rolling absently in my hand. “I don’t want the same disaster we had last time. As long as we all understand the rules, there shouldn’t be any problems, ok?”
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Locked Out
Posted in Stumbling Sober, tagged cars, doors, family, humor, life, locked doors, locks, picking locks on February 14, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I passed my hand over my eyes and sighed when Bree entered the room.
“Why is Mom crying?” she asked.
“She’s laughing,” Charley smiled as Mom let out a loud snort, her face buried in a large wool blanket. She momentarily peeped out – her eyes red and wet – and looking at me, [...]
Salad Segregation
Posted in Wanderings, tagged costumes, groceries, grocery dividers, humor, oddity, strange, weather, wind on February 14, 2009 | 2 Comments »
It was all a very odd day to begin with. The strange thing is that oddity flows more from the details not the larger issues. Wars shock but they don’t surprise us. Yet if you discover the lady standing next to you had worn her blouse on backward or worn two left shoes, then your [...]
Occult Attire
Posted in Whiskey Tales on February 3, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Last night snuggled in my armchair layered in blankets like a croissant – my house has two central hotspots where people can warm themselves, the rest of the house feels like a frozen TV dinner – I sat chatting and occasionally glancing up at a few key moments in Mark Harmon’s NCIS show when it [...]
