Grumpy Blogs about life, dreams and Work

The holiday came and went without a single word written down.  It was nice to just forget about money work and writing.  The stress in my shoulders disappeared completely, but now it’s coming back a bit since it’s the first work day in almost a week.

After an annoying six hour drive back from holiday, we went to a party at Black Bears.  Most of the crew was there. I was grumpy.  If Black Bear wasn’t leaving again, I would have stayed at home.  Bee wanted me to snap out of it. “Come on, we just had a great weekend and not a sign of OG at all.”

“I know. It was to many days of being nice for the family.”

She laughed.  At the party I drank Pisco and diet coke.  Not one of my better decisions. However, I didn’t get naked or set anything on fire, so that was good.  At one point I was giving Princess a bear hug. MC said with feigned alarm. “Why are you hugging my wife?” 

“Because I know it will make her feel uncomfortable.”

Some new people showed up at the party.  Curiously enough, one of them is an authentic environmentalist.  We squared off at one point in the kitchen.  I kept bumping up against the stove and tuning on the gas. I tried to ask some intelligent questions about how environmentalists justify using modern convenience such as cars, airplanes, electricity, paper, ink, batteries, rubber sole shoes, etc.  Unfortunately, Pisco mush spilled from my mouth.  Though, I do recall that he mentioned the environmentalist group he works for is actually paid for by the groups he investigates.  There are also different standards for “industry” and “residential.”  This, I find beautifully absurd considering most people spend most of their life at work, and not at home.  So, if anything, industrial standards should be more strict than residential, or at least equal. But, then, I’m just a hypocrite myself, so humpf!

Nice guy though.  I would like to talk to him some more.

Other moments of the party.  Eva was shooting tequila shots as usual. I did a couple as well.  A game of beer pong broke out and Bee took over for me while I went to smoke a cigarette on the balcony. She actually won, which is something of a miracle as she is one of the least athletic people I know.  Of course, none of us are overly athletic and beer pong is about the only game we play as a group. That, and Janga.  Sometimes, in the summer, we’ll kick a soccer ball around a bit. Mostly we eat and drink and shop and entertain ourselves with blithe conversation about nothing. Some of the women have started playing tennis though except Bee and Princess.  Well, that’s about it.  I have Mammon work to do. Bye.