Grand Reopening..

Been doing a lot of thinking. Been doing a lot less drinking. Been thinking I should do more writing since I'm doing less drinking.

Pretty gah darn happy with where my life's headed..though that won't probably show in most of my writing.



Missed you.

Just a poem..

Haven't updated much..but, I just found this poem.. Pretty rough..and pretty gay/sappy/awful..but, it meant something, anyway..

Angel In My Arms

As this amazing angel rests in my arms,
I hope she’s dreaming of our tomorrows.

I wonder if she knows how much I adore her,
The smell of her hair, her eyes, the way she tastes.

I can only hope she knows how happy I am,
Since the words can never be strong enough.

Those gorgeous eyes, enveloping my mending heart,
Our fingers, our hearts, entwined and as one.

No words to describe, how perfectly imperfect you are.
No words are gorgeous enough, to make you believe..

How amazing you are, to me.

Headshot

Suddenly I see..

What an awful weekend of sports for me.

Cubs got drilled in game 3 to successfully complete the sweep. Iowa got brutalized by a mediocre Penn State team. Green Bay decided not to come out of the locker room for the second half. Texas lost to OU. Tony Romo throws 5(!!) picks and Dallas still manages to squeak a win out--and good God almighty, do I hate the Cowboys.

My only saving grace was that LSU knocked Florida off for their second (of three, GO NOLES!)loss this season.

Speaking of saving graces..

I've had plenty of women in my life. Some were intense, some were nothing but a soon-to-be regretted after thought.

Some I meant, with every bit of my heart. Some I might've lied to myself about how I felt. Some I might've lied to about how I felt.

Some were grown of chemicals. Some were set in the stars--just a matter of fate.

Regardless, I've cared very much for all of them, in one way or another. Those I loathe, I still can't help but wish the best for. And the same for those I still care for.

But there's only been one, who, outside of my own grand delusions of romance, that I objectively looked at and believe(d) I could spend the rest of my life with.

It's hard to put my finger on, to borrow a cliche.

It wasn't the way we kissed--we'd always bang each others noses together. It wasn't the feel of her fingertips..it surely wasn't that. She always had the coldest hands.

Crystal and I just fit together.

She was a firecracker that always got the most out of life and I adored her for that. We were a bit of an odd couple..I don't think anyone really saw it coming when we got together. The skinny, athletic, social, fun loving soccer player..and the chubby, chain smoking, hard drinking newspaper editor.

We had some very good times. Some not so good times--mostly as a result of our drinking terrible amounts of cheap vodka. We used to sit on the floor of her dorm room and drink beers and watch musicals(that's how much I liked this girl..I watched Victor F'n Victoria with her).

I don't really remember exactly why we broke up. I know we were both drunk. It was the end of the semester, I stormed out..she didn't follow(don't blame her). And she was gone shortly after, back to Shenanigan Falls.

We talked tonight, for the first time in a long, long time. At least our first talk, talk, in a long time.

It was pretty amazing. We've gone through a lot of the same things the last few years..though, I have to say, she's light years ahead of where I am. I'm really happy for her and it's just kinda amazing to see someone who's been through so much come through so strong.

But, at the same time, it kinda makes me sad. To know, that if maybe, just maybe, I hadn't been so stubborn..things maybe might've worked out.

I never could figure out quite what it was about her, while we were dating.

But now..now I get it. We loved life together, that much I know.. but, when we'd lay their on the floor, uncomfortable as all hell, with her head on my chest, I always felt so at ease..so content, so relaxed, with her in my arms.

And now, I realize, I knew how lucky I was, to have such an amazing, gorgeous, giving, bountiful heart..in my arms. I've dated plenty of women since that day I walked out of her dorm, but I've never really stopped missing her, or wondering how she's doing..

Now I know why.

Random thoughts and the Top 10 Places I want to see before my liver gives out..

Jesus, the bar couldn't have been any more dull tonight..bunch of cowboys, cowgirls and cowboygirlsnotreallysures.. Did manage to catch a buzz, though..

While buzzed, I was talking with random dude at the end of the bar about how much he really wanted to see, in his words, "The Falling Gardens of Buhlognyah"..

"The Hanging Gardens of Babylon?"

"Yeah, man, yeah! Seen that in a brochure once..looked pretty."

"....."

So, that got me thinking and in no particular order, my top 10..



1. Copenhagen, Denmark -- The Motherland.

2. Havana, Cuba -- Even if I can't write like Ernie Hemingway, it'd be neat to sip beers in the same dives that he did.

3. Tuscany Region, Italy -- Fresh fish, wine by the gallon, with amazing scenery, oh, and the ocean..

4. Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe/Zambia -- Obv have to take a safari too..I've always wanted a tiger skin nighty

5. Rio de Janeiro, Brazil -- Christ the Redeemer, the real Mardi Gras and Brazillian women..yeah..I'd probably end up hating that..




6. London, England -- I'd like to get immersed in the underground scene for a few weeks and get silly on Carlsberg at least once in my life, maybe catch a SOCCER game.

7. Misawa, Japan -- It'd be kinda cool to see where I was born as I was much too young to remember it ..and obv I'd have to hit up Tokyo, I mean, look what it did for Gwen Stefani..

8. Lighthouse Reef, Off the Coast of Belize -- Just amazing..

9. Agra (Taj Mahal), India -- I'm a big fan of curry.

10. Wrigley Field, Chicago, Illinois, October 2007 -- Obv, the Cubs go to the Series I'd need to be there.


Sorry for the lame post, I'm drunk, exhausted and sad that I'm not kickin' it in the OKC tonight. Go Cubs, Hawkeyes, Packers, LSU Tigers (Relentless..), 'Noles and anyone else I may drunkenly root for this weekend. Hook 'em Horns!

I Am An Elastic Firecracker

I've decided to start new with my blog. It'll be sort of like the old one..some writing, some women, some women, some poker, some sports.. and certainly some inane garbage that I'll surely regret posting.

GO CUBS