I think I’m having withdrawals…I’m in the process of going for what will essentially be approximately 48 hours Fleegan free. Just last week I had Fleegan time on Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Sunday, and had major email time with Fleegans on all of the days that I didn’t see them.
Last Tuesday saw a hard-core handful of Fleegans at Blackstone for jazz and Rogue Dead Guy Ale; Thursday was the Bats-B-Gone party at the Catoe Parsonage, where I learned how to make Patti’s Famous Rice and tried to do yoga while inebriated (never again); Friday was all-day-in-freakin-food-drink-and-firework-paradise at the Finlayson compound, located in an area of Southside that shall remain unnamed because it has now been officially declared a Fleegan Safe House (even Rosco the dog knows a safe house when she sees one); and Sunday was the bottling brewfest and stockpot-fitting at Kansas Slim’s.
Now, today I was at work from approximately 7AM until approximately 6:30PM, so I’ve had a busy day, with a smattering of Fleegan email action. But still, I have enough idle time that I’m sitting here at the computer wondering what some of the Fleegans are doing right now. I’m sure the Joneses are walking across the street to retrieve Roxy from Jaimie’s parents house again (or else they are digging a moat around the dog fence to once-and-for-all keep Roxy from escaping); the Catoes are probably working on their built-ins and chewing on a leg of Ben for dinner; Eric is more than likely cleaning up the drinking/bottling/brewing mess that we left last night when we man-handled almost everything in his kitchen (I was beginning to look up into the cabinets to get down stuff that we had not used yet to say that yes, we had used everything in his kitchen…); I’ll bet Cookie is thumbing through her copy of The Outsiders, reading the touching part in the hospital where Pony and Derry have that moment together; and I’d say that the Woods are probably sterilizing their stockpot.
I only have 24 more hours to go until Tuesday night jazz and a shot of topshelf Fleegan…
Listening to: Thelonious Monk and Coltrane/Ruby My Dear and Epistrophy.
Reading: Selected poems of Pablo Neruda & Yehuda Amichai A Life of Poetry.
Eating: Tomatoes with feta, basil, olive oil, balsalmic vinegar, kalamata olives.