It's an hour later here, and I still have to get up at 0400!

[ehowton]

I know it's late, and I'm laying in a very comfortable bed with the fan on high yawning my ass off, but I'm just so jazzed to be here I can't sleep. I know the 4 hours I would have got would have been sufficient for my trip, but it won't come. When in doubt, blog.

I was SO HOT in D.C. that when we approached Paul's car, I followed him to the drivers side. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"What are you doing?" I asked back.
"Driving?" He questioned.
"Oh hell no, I'm getting out of these clothes." I stripped right then and there, literally peeling off my clothes and putting on a short-sleeved polo shirt and shorts I had brought 'just in case.' It was a good thing too, because I wasn't about to go gallivanting around D.C. in my suit and tie. We went to 'Hops' a local brewery (that didn't make a pilsner) and shared a pitcher of beer over stories. Then we walked around the area smoking a Portofino Hampton cigar. It was perfect. We drove to the airport where I had been bumped from my flight, then out to his house near Indian Head (where I spent my honeymoon) listening to the CD I made of him of songs we used to listen to when we were roommates between 1992-1995.

Picked up stuff for sandwiches and "Presedente" a Dominican 'Pilsner-style' beer (it wasn't) and a six-pack of "Red Stripe" in case it wasn't (good call!) Had sammaches, then his wife and son arrived. I posted earlier that I hadn't seen her since 1997, but my wife called me a dolt and reminded me that we had vacationed with them in 1999. Still, seven years. She looked great and I'd never met his son, who is my daughter's age. We stayed up late drinking beer and telling stories and I worse them out as I was still on STL time. I was also accused of having not changed a bit. "I would have liked to have matured in the seven years since I last saw you." I exclaimed. She just laughed dismissively. Not yet, I guess. I'll work on that.

I now have a headache.

Great.

Comments

[drax0r.livejournal.com]

That's my boy! Stripping down in the street.

Red Stripe

Horray Beer!


I now have a headache.

Maybe you should try a larger helmet.

[ehowton.livejournal.com]

No helmets were used in the making of this entry.

[unixwolf.livejournal.com]

I echo Tonys sentiments, You are ugly, now hold my beer, now you are beutiful, HORRAY BEER!

So much of your life revolves around beer and cigars and the grill.. Is this nirvana? I have writin off cigars. The foul my mouth and breath, probably my lungs too...

[ehowton.livejournal.com]

Never purchase a cigar under $7.
Never inhale a cigar.

[schpydurx.livejournal.com]

well I guess you were too tired for a long blog entry. Either that or you've yet to get to one. I have a rather long blog entry coming up. In fact, it is probably 12 pages hand-written, so about 6 or so typed.


I agree with drax0r- remedy for headache: wear larger helmet.


I wonder what it is about beer that drives some people to it, though I must say I agree with unixwolf's sentiments about beer, though I disagree with his sentiments about cigars. I just need to find some that I thoroughly enjoy.

I wished I had a grill and used it. One day, perhaps. I'm still wanting to come out sooner rather then later. What does you October schedule look like?

[ehowton.livejournal.com]

No helmets were used in the making of this entry.

Spend a few years overseas before you talk to me of beer again.

I look forward to your rather long blog entry. Tell you what - since all of your blog entries are long, let's just assume you don't have to tell me that anymore. You can just mention when you have a short one coming up.

I'm back in D.C. in October.

[leonardii.livejournal.com]

Old friends and beer. What a combo!

Maturity is relative. It's not like you went from 10 to 17, or even 20 to 27. Of course at these younger ages you would expect some tangible maturation. But c'mon man! You appreciate and are currently smoking fine cigars and you're drinking uber palatable wines such as the Eiswine! How mature do you want to be!? Any more mature and we'd start calling you ripe!

Sorry about the headache. It's probably your blood pressure that has changed from the travel and excitement (and drinking). Best remedy is believe or not - aspirin. Pure aspirin. Take it, then call me in the morning.

[ehowton.livejournal.com]

It was indeed a wonderful combination. The downside is that it only occurs every couple of years.

Then there was that one time we were all set to play F-Zero on the SNES, but instead he cut his big toe open and I had to rush him to the base emergency room. That was fun.

Perhaps you're right about changing. I must admit though, I was my old self that night.

I take two aspirin daily. One in the morning, one in the evening. I'll give you a call, thanks ;)