Friday, May 23, 2003

The time is about 5:30 am.

Drinks drunk: Quite a few.

Cigarettes smoked: Too many.

Sunrises watched: Just the one.

Lessons learned: Several, the most relevant at the moment being: Do Not Remove Contact Lenses With The Hand You Have Been Smoking With.

Congratulations to all my friends that are moving on from high school to the rest of their lives. I envy and pity you all.

Thursday, May 22, 2003

The third time is the charm for me when it comes to posting. I have not been drinking. I did have a beer with lunch, but I don't think that counts at all. How can you really enjoy sushi without a glass of Asahi, Japan's favorite beer? Okay, so they are a bit larger than your typical bottle of beer. But Matt Summerfield was working across the little courtyard in his coffee shop, so technically I wasn't drinking alone.

I have been running around Kiwanis Park trying to reverse some of the damage I have done to my body over the past week. I used to run there all the time, back when I had an apartment down the street from there. Indeed, there was a time when it would not have been unusual to see an angry drunken Guillermo running up and down the hills until he would vomit into the closest trashcan. And the ducks loved him too. I actually rescued a duck once. The wretched creature had a water bottle cap stuck over the tip of it's bill so it couldn't open it at all. The duck refused to move when I got close to it. Either it was too weak from being unable to eat or it was just one bad-ass water fowl. I got within arm's-length and then tried to snatch the bottle top off of it's beak. I was rewarded with angry hissing and a few pecks of the bottle-topped beak. It didn't hurt, but it was a bit unnerving. A few more tries and a few more pecks and I succeeded in getting it off. The duck didn't seem to care at all. That was fine with me, I had just done it for the experience.

I was running last night too. A police officer on a quad had been cruising around chasing people out of the park. What a sweet gig that must be. I must have been too fast for him or something, because he didn't say anything to me.

The park was very nice at 2:00 am this morning. If you had been there you would have seen a sober and not-angry Guillermo running up and down the hills. Life is so hard...

Sunday, May 18, 2003

I want you to notice....
when I'm not around

-Radiohead's Creep (If you don't know, I'm not linking you)

Yes, yes, drunk again. I wonder if anyone was up between the hours of 5am and 9am yesterday morning to see the quaintly embarassing post I made? No? Well, too bad it's gone forever. Fifth day I have been up till sunrise drinking? Some would consider that a warning sign. But, as I often quip, "We'll burn that bridge when we come to it."