Monday, May 31, 2004
echoes from the past
Okay, I'll give ya that I'm up a bit later than I have been the past few days. And yes, well. . . duh. . . like I'm sober. Tomorrow in the interest of health and weight loss The Wife and I are going on the wagon for about three weeks. The dangling carrot is a trip to New Orleans later this month. That might not be a big enough carrot. So to help minimize the potential for temptation tomorrow, I'm doing my damnedest to finish off the booze tonight. Half a bottle of vodka and a few beers to go. . . Anyway, here are a coupla disjointed holiday thoughts:
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"vacatium never endum, it only changem locatium"
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It's Memorial Day. The official beginning of Summer Vacation.
Raise your 40 high, pause for a reverential moment. . . (good)
tilt your 40 to the ground. . . (repeat after me)
"to the brothez that ain't here"
now, tilt it to your lips. . . (drink)
[Polyester, my brother, my twin. . . I am with you, and you with me.]
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__________
"vacatium never endum, it only changem locatium"
__________
It's Memorial Day. The official beginning of Summer Vacation.
Raise your 40 high, pause for a reverential moment. . . (good)
tilt your 40 to the ground. . . (repeat after me)
"to the brothez that ain't here"
now, tilt it to your lips. . . (drink)
[Polyester, my brother, my twin. . . I am with you, and you with me.]
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