OK, letter mailed...
Something happened this weekend. During my driving time alone, I listened to a lot of Marillion. On Friday night, I had "Grendel" cranked up and found myself singing the Lurker at the Threshold section. So Grendel bursts into Hrothgar's hall and is killing everyone and I'm doing 75 on the interstate singing really loudly, "And let the blood flow, and let the blood flow, flow, flow, flow" but I'm "singing" like Elmer Fudd so it came out more like, "And wet the bwood fwow, and wet the bwood fwow, fwow, fwow, fwow". I got better by Sunday evening as I'd lost the Looney Tunes angle. But I did pass a hottie co-ed with Minnesota plates and a UW sticker on the right singing "Tux On". For the line, "A brother pulled his cuffs down to hide the blue-black vein", I outstretched my while singing to the dashboard. Since I was passing, I looked over to see a bewildered look on her face so I smiled and waved. This morning I'm a bit better. I did my Moira Anderson imitation! It turned out really crapily but you smoke and then try to sing "Loch Lomond" with a falsetto and see how it turns out. All I know is that, when I'm driving and I'm singing and playing air drums like a redneck at a Rush concert, things are good upstairs.
I'm also happy today because I got my necklace back yesterday. I left it at my brother's place around Christmas, methinks and have forgotten to grab it each time I've been at his place since. Yeah, I know it's just a bit of pewter but, hey, it has sentimental value to me. And now I don't feel quite so naked when I'm naked with this Celtic knotwork hoolie dangling round my neck. In addition, I got a couple gifts from my aunt. The first was 4 12-packs of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups which is sitting at a table adjacent to my desk. The second was an Irish-themed gift basket. It featured the Guinness t-shirt I'm wearing currently, a 6-pack of Guinness Pub Draught, a bottle of non-Bailey's Irish cream liqueur with a name given to it by an American which probably means "sheep-fucker" in Gaelic, a couple of those tall twenty some-odd ounce glasses that one usually receives when ordering weiss bier, a couple aperitif glasses, plus potato chips and the usual beer-drinking accoutrement. And my cousin gave me a bag of salt & vinegar chips by Tayto Crisps in Ireland. If memory serves, they invented seasoned potato chips/crisps. So expect another review soon(ish).
Fuck! I can't find my Devil Ducky pen! And one of the hotties at CZ is quitting. Bummer. Then again, there were 2 or 3 new ones working there Saturday so the scenery will remain frightfully delish for the foreseeable future.
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