Hangovers, War, and Disgruntled Bowels

So after dealing with my Grandmother chanting war and politics for three hours (Have you ever really wanted to tell someone to shut up, but just know...KNOW that you can't? Yeah...that's what I'm talking about here), I got gussied up last night and went to Hollyweird.

Dancing, carousing with the lovely women, and cheap booze. Definitely an excellent alternative to listening to war war war. And it seems that there were something like $50 others who thought the same. Kean gear.

Liz refrained from playing "Killing an Arab," "Rock The Casbah" or "Bombs over Bagdad," though the irony of those songs really tempted her. Then she thought better of it.

And I got to practice my flirting technique, though nothing came of it. But I find that in the long run, it's a good thing to get some practice in on that sort of thing every now and then. Keeps one on his toes, and increases self esteem.

And if you're lucky...you get lucky...but that just ain't happening here.

Anyrate, I was told by one of the truly lovies that I was a very nice guy--not just for buying drinks--but in general. Just for being me. Felt good to hear. Maybe I'll believe it soon :-)

My friend Erika drove up from San Diego to hang out and party with us'ns. Got pretty toasty, she did. And I managed to maintain a decent level of sobriety. Yay me. Erika ended up crashing at my house, and far as I know is still sleeping at my house...but hey, Mrs. Mary likes company, and she likes Erika, so my Grandma will keep her entertained. At least when she wakes up...must be nice not to have to work on a Thursday.

Sitting here listening to freaky war happenings, while trying to deal with all of the extra work that I'm dealing with today. Seems that both of my underlings have contracted some kinda of stomach virus which includes explosive diarreah. (Oooo...needed to know that, huh?) And now it would seem that my boss is coming down with something...

Great.

Wrestling: Saving Grace?

Once again, I'd like to give a shout out to World Wrestling Entertainment. For the second time in as many years leave it to Professional Wrestling to be a soothing source of calm reason.

Right after 9/11, when the world was going nuts, and America was freakin' out, I was on the verge of blowing up, melting down, and really loosing it completely. And to make matters even worse there was far too much news on. On every station. Every station. PBS to TV Telemundo: News. And in the midst of it was the calm, wonder of mindless, consistant, safe violence: WWE.

And tonight, again, just like (egads) nigh on 2 years ago, there it is--Wresting bringing that mindless, painless, simple, bonebreaking entertainment....aaaah...

There is something to be said about a place where it's easy to spot the heels and the white hats. You know who to boo, and it's fun, because, in the end, they're doing it because they love it. The roar of the crowd is payment for athletic art and acting.

And even though they get bruised and banged up a bit, it's all in fun. It's fun.

And it's not news.