Almost May, two months and a few days away from John Meis's fabulous Fourth of July party in Urbans, brats and beers, and fellowship among my fellow beer drinking buddies. I am guessing this is the 50th.
I'm not going to give an estimate of the turnout, but back in the day it was two kegs of beer and then a hat was passed around and we got a large car full of beer just before the liquor stores closed. Anymore I get a case and a half of beer and when I leave there is still beer.
Well as Kurt Vonnegut was fond of saying so it goes.
I remember a time, maybe when the party was at its one keg and a car almost full of package stage and the conversation drifted to conditions and pills. Geez-a-loo they were all off and running, everybody was talking about all the pills they take and it sounded like listening to the grandparents talking when I was a kid. I would never be like that.
Well I guess you guys have a similar pill armada. Got two new ones with the stent, one of which if I forget to take it for awhile I will be dead, and one that I have to take twice a day. My memory is not too hot but I can easily remember once a day, but twice a day, a little iffy.
I wonder if Beagles has moved into that swinging geezer apartment building. How many years did you live in The Freehold? What happened to all your junk?
Too be honest I was scared to take the Aztec route of Old Dog, and the stent sounded somehow, um, safer. But now I have to get another stent. They tell me I will be on the table for four hours and will have to stay overnight. Shit, when the subject of stents came up I thought I would go in in the morning, out in the afternoon and ready to resume all my bad habits. Now I have to do cardio rehab for maybe three months.
Speaking of bad habits. I was down to maybe one cig a day. But now none at all. I fantasize about maybe a year down the road if I am all hunky dory. Maybe having a puff, but probably not.
Well.
So it goes
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