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.

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.