It is another Saturday night and I am back at the keyboard clickety- clacking away destination unknown. G came home today. Technically the old man doesn’t live here anymore, but if you ask him he’ll tell you that LA is still home.
I am looking forward to hanging out with the big guy and he is big. Just short of 6’4 with arms like a gorilla, and hairy like one too. Hee hee, I am laughing just thinking about it. He knows about the blog but hasn’t ever seen it. It is a good thing because with those simian like arms he could smack me from 6 feet away, and he would.
There aren’t too many people who aren’t called mom or dad that have known me longer than he has. When my son heard that G was going to be coming over he asked me if we were going to act like little boys again. I guess he remembers watching the two of us wrestle on the floor last year.
G turns 39 next week but I can assure you that the wrestling will continue for as long as we are physically capable of doing so. Since he is pushing 40 I promised to take it easy on him.
I also told him that it is about time we broke out the cigars and liquor again. Neither one of us would consider ourselves smokers. When I was twenty I smoked a pack of Marlboro Reds and decided that I didn’t like it so I never had another cigarette. Somewhere around 24 or 25 we got into cigars and scotch. So for a few years we’d spend a couple of bucks on different brands and just enjoy ourselves.
A good cigar is something that I truly enjoy but not anything that I do with any regularity. I don’t think that I have had a cigar since the last bachelor party I attended. For those who are keeping track that was about 2003 or so. But lately I have had a real urge to bust out the Zippos and just enjoy a rare treat.
One of these days I’ll have to share a few more cigar memories, there are some good ones.
I don’t know about y’all, but I am ready for the holidays to go away. I am tired of the crowds and sick of the music. I don’t need to hear any more stupid comments about the reason for the season. I don’t need any more pushy salespeople, obnoxious solicitations for charity or stupid commercials.
The Grinch is my hero.
Had a long discussion with a dear friend about love. More specifically we talked about the love of your life and what to do if you decide that you are not with them. Maybe I should make that into its own post, but first I should finish are you smarter than a rabbi.