Wow, been a bit of a while

This past weekend (St. Paddy's Day Weekend) was incredible. We (Me, Jake, Barry, Sarah and John Turner) all parked our asses at Steve's on Friday night. We drank and watched movies and generally screwed around all night.

At eight the next day, we were up at the ass crack of dawn (8 AM) making whisky eggs in the age old tradition that we started last year in Boston. This year, there was the addition of green food coloring. (Do Not Recommend!) We also partook in Carolans and Lucky charms. And drank a quarter of a case of Guinness.

Then Jake, Sarah and I went to the Western Pennsylvania Orchid Ass. show to look at all the pretties and maybe buy some. We did, and we did. It was awesome. Jake got two Dendrobium Kingianums which were both hybridized from the same parent and I got a beautiful Paphiopedilum, which is just gorgeous. All three of us got a good earfull of info involving growing orchids in PA, the element ratios in fertilizer and all sorts of awesome things no one else cares about, but that I'll probably blog about later anyway.

After the Orchid show we made a pit stop at Steves to drop the orchids and Sarah off, have a quick Guinness and then run up to Pine Richland to see Seusical with Carlos.

Two notes on Seussical:
1. It should never have been written
2. The cast of the Pine Richland High School did the most amazing things with it possible. Kudos to the freakishly talented kids.

After that we came back to Steves and settled down for a good night of Super Smash Bro's, DRINKING, Boondock Saints, DRINKING, passing out, and more drinking. Well, I did the passing out. Everyone else did the entertaining laugh a lot giggle fest. I feel as though I missed out. Anyone up for another performance?

Sunday was a day of rest. We laid about and watched Super Bad which is thoroughly enjoyable no matter how many times you see it and recuperated from our collective bender.

Conclusions:

1. I have not outgrown partying, nor will I ever, I think.
2. I do not like Green Eggs and Ham, I do not like them Sam I am!
3. DAMN YOU SEUSS! Get out of my head.
4. Jake is impossibly cute when he doesn't want to get up and hides under blankets.
5. St. Paddy's day is still happy.

The Only Reason I'd Become a Parent

Is to somehow reverse the iniquities of my own upbringing.

I swear that if I am ever blessed (cursed?) with child/ren, I will go out of my way to make them independent enough in their thoughts to never rely on me for approval, even if it means making them not care what I think at all. That way, when I say some stupid, god awful thoughtless idiot thing, I won't crush any good feeling they may have had at the time or stymie their ambitions or actions.

Ugh. And things were looking so up.

On the other hand, I know that I'm far too dependent on what my mother thinks (yes, this is really about me, but hey, MY BLOG!) and I'm just as responsible for altering my perceptions and changing my priorities as she should be for biting her ridiculous tongue.

She realized her gaffe and tried to appologize, but it was already too late. I am desperately trying to salvage the idea that what I'm doing matters and is important. Wow. I'm one sick puppy sometimes.

Calendar Woes.

I flipped through Google Calendar today. It was an interesting flipping. Until now, I haven't really ever documented my daily activities with any kind of actual normalcy, but since June-ish I have been.

It has been quite an eventful summer. Between camping, traveling all over the country and falling head over heels in love, I've been rather busy. It's interesting now that things are calming down, how strange it is for me to look forward to all these blank squares. In June, August was already booked. Now I haven't anything to do at all except a concert on the first of October and whatever Birthday celebration I plan for myself.

Oh, and, lest I forget, a ridiculous amount of work.

I wonder if it's because we're conditioned from an early age that play happens in the summer and work is in the fall and winter? I bet that's true because even those that I know who are finished with school continue to have this mentality.

Even though Fall is my favorite season, I get uncomfortable at it's onset. It seems like only yesterday that I looked up a the leaves on the trees and said "when the hell did they pop up overnight?" and now they're getting ready to start turning colors and falling down.

I think I'm also unnerved because I look back at this spectacular summer and wonder if it will be the last of the relatively carefree ones that I will ever have.

If that does end up being the case, I can rest easily in the knowledge that I have gone out of youth with a bang.

Here's to banging.

Now back to (more) writing.