Holiday Hangover

Yesterday was my office holiday party, and while some office parties are lame and quiet, mine was not quite so lame or quiet… Or maybe it was, but the large doses of alcohol I consummed seemed to override anything else. In my defense, there was nothing for me to eat at the party, and having only eaten my usual breakfast of soy “sausage” (no, that’s not a typo, an oxy moron perhaps, but not a typo – us vegetarians gotta eat something!) and a banana prior to the party, the alcohol had a quicker than usual effect. Thankfully I am a happy drunk and I had a designated driver, so the libations were an acceptable indulgence. And it is the holiday season and nothing says “Merry Christmas!!” like large quantities of alcohol. At least that’s what I’m trying to convince everyone.

No longer a virgin…

So today I ran my first hash and I am no longer a virgin. For those who don’t know, hashing is…well…one helluva good time. It’s a group of runners – wait, that’s not quite right, let me try again. It’s a group of drinkers who like to run. As the motto goes, it’s a drinking club with a running problem.

We began gathering at 12 noon and beer in hand, got the details of what was about to occur. The hares would lead, laying a trail for us to decipher and follow, leading us up hills and down valleys, through the woods and on more than one occassion, in the entirely wrong direction. We would stop midway through for a beer and then continue on, until we reached our final destination and were once again greeted with, yes, you guessed it – beer.

There was of course, a lot of fun, laughter, merriment, and a large dose of obnoxiousness. Traditions were explained and names were given to those who had earned them. Songs were sung and 5 hours later when I returned home, after 5 miles and as many beers, I couldn’t help but think it was one of the best things I have done recently. I can’t wait until the next hash. On-on.

I am a brilliant poetry critic…

As many of you know, I write reviews for the website Book Slut.  Nearly a year ago, in January 2007, I reviewed a collection of poetry titled Why Speak? by Nathaniel Bellows (you can read the review here). Yesterday, while reading my Poets & Writers Magazine, I realized the mag had named Nathaniel Bellows one of the best debut poets of 2007. While my review had nothing to do with it (though clearly it was a brilliant literary essay), it is kind of nice to know that I had the opportunity to review a book that was later decided to be one of the best new poetry collections of the year. Perhaps one day a collection of my own poetry will make this prestigious list. Oh hell, at this point I would just like to make even $1 on my writing. Thus far it’s been “payment in copies”, and while that’s not half bad, it doesn’t even pay for the paper that I write on, much less anything else. Oh the tortured writer…

Music

My beautiful friend Wendy recently posted on her blog  her love of “The Last Kiss” soundtrack, how “Hide and Seek” by Imogean Heap is currently her favorite song on that album. It’s my favorite too, that song haunts me when I listen to it. It’s not postpartum Wendy – it’s this female gene we both possess – that one that makes you cry when you hear certain lyrics sung. They are like poetry and they speak to you on a level that you can’t really explain or comprehend. To be honest, that song stung so sharply that I couldn’t listen to it after Brian and I separated. I would cry so damn hard I would practically drive off the road. For the safety of other drivers I thought it was best to shelve that CD for a while. Thankfully, I can now listen to it without swerving into the other lane. Unless I’ve been drinking of course, then I’m all over the road. (I’m just JOKING people!!! I don’t drink and drive, I’d rather call my friends and with slurred tongue ask them to kindly come pick my drunk-ass up. Truth be told I drink most when I’m at home or at friends’ houses – so no driving for me!)

My Own Turducken

For those who don’t know, a turducken is a scary concoction that some demented fool invented. In essence it is a duck stuffed inside a chicken stuffed inside a turkey. If this isn’t a vegetarian’s nightmare, I don’t know what is. For those who want to learn more about this frightening culinary treat, you can read about it here. But today I used that bizarre concept for my own uses. Daisy’s favorite thing to do is “de-stuff” her very expensive squeaky toys. Today I used the turducken concept to stuff one of her toys inside the “carcass” of one of the other toys. And she loved it. She went nuts. Totally insane over this little toy creation. I am brilliant. Long live the turducken!

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