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.
7 comments:
We are an addictive lot. Have a brew for moi this evening.
Will do! Perhaps if you were to text us while we were there, it would seem as if you were with us...
Craziness, pure unadulterated craziness= this weekend. I have in fact tackled most of the dishes, but the biggest problem is all of the leftover beer, I really expected more from you guys.
I'll have a beer for you too Laura
You're reading Pablo Neruda?
Oh, Carol. You're the only other person I know that reads that, too!
That really makes me want to get into my garage and dig out my boxes of books. He's in there somewhere.
It's like Prego? Only it's my garage? And "It's in there!"
Prego, Prego is the best! (must be sung in Italian accent)
Three measly beers and I had a headache when I went home! Maybe it was guac withdrawal.
We're a bunch of beer-drinking featherweights...well, at least I am. Never count on me to make a dent in a beer supply. Eric, perhaps you should start up a juke joint out of your place...you could move some beer fast.
Pablo Neruda...there was a lotta love in that man...a whole lotta love. What's he doing boxed up?!? You better start diggin!
Laura, you may have had a headache from folding yourself into a stock pot. I don't think there are any long-term medical surveys on what the side effects of something like that would be, but one side effect may be headaches.
that was a rather crazy couple of days! i don't know what we're going to do when you have classes. oh god... the despair!
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