The pursuit of drunkeness

Finally the epic 5 mile run has commenced! with a little chest and shoulder action to boot! It's my attempt at losing the Christmas weekend poundage before I go out and venture into the realm of New Year's Eve parties. All day I have been texting all the corners of the universe to find out about all the parties that are going down for the year 2010. What can I say? I found them, and now I have too many options. Shall I lose myself amongst the sea of humans in the heart of Downtown Dallas? The North side of Ft. Worth where the drinks flow like Biggie? or be satisfied with the smaller more intimate parties that litter the inside of Arlington? Stay tuned my friends and I shall let you know how it goes down!
My plan for this New Year's is to not get laid. This is my experiment. Every New Year that I can remember, I have always had sex. This year I am taking a stand, and will refuse to have a sexual agenda that smothers my having a good time. Instead I will replace it with a pursuit of an amazing kiss at midnight. Hopefully I'll be able to look back at this and remember a perfect moment, and not need it to be anymore. Lets not ruin it yah?
Today also happens to be my Father's birthday. I called him twice and he just returned my call. He's 55 now and still kickin'. Even if he did just wake up from a nap! I still look up to my Dad even to this day. He might be shorter and older, but he's got a lot of heart. You gotta respect that. I remember when I was 5 I would try to ride my bike next to him on the military base as he ran his 5 mile. I couldn't make it on my bike, so he would lift me up on his shoulders and he would carry me and my bike the rest of the way. He was Superman to me. He's truly the boy that grew up to be a soldier, the Dad that became a friend, the mentor that understood.

In Transit.

So yet again I have put off running and have opted to making sushi rolls with sliced hebrew national hotdogs inside of them. Tasty is really the only term deemed worthy of the bane of my labor. Warms my little half asian heart up! Just like some chicken noodle soup.
You know you think you know someone, after 1-6 years, but today I just found out my canine friend doesn't like cornnuts! To my previous hypothesis on the matter, I guessed I took it for granted that he would associate it with the likeness to his own food. Or maybe it was just because they were Ranch Style and not because of the texture. In any case, I'm sure he thoroughly enjoyed the remnants of the frankfurt rolls I tossed his way.
Chris and Adam arrived to kick it and hash about the philosophies of the universe again. The plot for cowboys, the church as a perfect business, and famous asians from Mr. Miyagi to Tila Tequila were the subjects of the night. After debating much in the same direction we proceeded to the countdown for the Rashad Evans vs. Thiago Silva fight this weekend. Man, those documentaries on the fighters and their training for the upcoming fight can really get you hyped up for a UFC match! Can't wait!
I really thought the day was going to be overshadowed by an angry snowfall, but the truth of the matter is, that it couldn't even hang after it hit the ground. The grass in my neighborhood was slightly covered with a frosted slush, and the rest is just a cold wet. I even imagined that work might let me out early like school used to when we were kids and I would have time to be lazy while the sun was still up. A man can still dream. Even if they are for ridiculously short termed rewards.

Mexican Praline Ice cream

After a long dubious day at work and making the decision not to go to the gym and burn off that Christmas weight, I've decided to dive into a pint of Mexican Praline Ice cream that Jennifer brought over. Now, I am lactose intolerant, but my curiosity was struck in such a way that I have bypassed the gastrointestinal turmoil that awaits me and have developed a strategic plan to ensure the safety of my underpants. I have never even seen this type of ice cream before, but my favorite ice cream is pecan praline, so it must be delightful just the same.
Now don't get me wrong, it was delicious, but in my mind nothing is worth the shadow of lactose doom short of pecan praline ice cream. So now I must deal with the five mile run that I have so eloquently put off for tomorrow and the pain caused by my hasty gamble rolled into one. I have definitely busted this table my friends. I think I shall watch some chick flick like Bride Wars and cry myself to sleep with the angst of another broken choice. Ohhhh! its at the part when they realize they want to be friends again, how predictably formulaic.
Well, at least I have my trusty pooch back, Keemow. I look forward to hearing his heavy boston terrier snoring gently coaxing me to a peaceful slumber. His recent weekend tryst with my friend Jessica has definitely worn him out. I'm just glad he had a good time with her. I've always said it, but "That dog will never wear an article of clothing unless its a Tool Hoodie!" Low and behold! She got one shipped from the U.K. and is now tailoring it to his specific physique as we Speak! Man that dog has it good!

Just a road trip away...

This last Christmas has really felt like the one I just missed. I was always one step late to every event I decided to attend this year. Nice! I travel all the way to San Antonio, from Dallas/Ft. Worth and I missed out on all the festivities. Well at least I made it to one of my old High school friend's house and drank it up while I enjoyed two random girls taking their turns flashing me. I don't think I've ever seen a latina with pink nipples before, so it was quite a discovery. Almost like I found a fifty dollar bill in my pant pocket. Almost....

The rest of the time I spent eating brownies and baking strawberry eclairs with my older sister. When the brownies kicked in I decided to show the farm animals around the house my(human) super powers by giving them personal rave light shows until they had a sensory overload from my fingers being too close to their eyes in constant motion. There is Buddy the white wiry haired benji looking dog, Allie the grey and white cat with a stomach that sags, and Bubbies, which is my sister's dog, who I call weasel because that's what he looks like. At some point I exhaust myself and pass out on the couch to awaken to my sister's boyfriend bringing home some thin crust pizza. Just in time.

Every time I visit that city its like I'm visiting my past. I feel like I've changed so much over the past 6 years, but the city never changes. Its a beautiful place to visit, but I've always lived in the present. Onward I look towards the undiscovered and illicit paths of free will! Maybe I'll find that hope thats supposed to come attached to youth.

While driving back in my car I jam out for 4.5 hours, light me up two, and let the transition wash over me as I guide my sailboat amongst the asphalt sea. I always seem to have unwarranted moments during my reflection period: My 14 year old stepsister playing her violin for me while I kick back on a rocking chair, my friend Jay laughing so hard he falls on the floor like a mad hatter, and jamming out with my cousin Danny on guitar until we can't feel our fingers anymore. Exquisite.