One of the local radio stations, KUFO, got new ownership, cleared out all their radio personalities/shows, and started fresh recently. For three days, however, they had the computer text-read voice repeating on the radio “Mothership refuelling complete in W days, X hours, Y minutes, Z seconds and counting…” while they got all their new stuff/people in place. Just flipping through the stations got that lodged in my brain, so I figured it was a good way to start this post. They threw in random pop-culture references in every once in a while just to keep people’s attention, but, really, I hope there’s no one in this city so bored as to listen just for those.
First thing’s first: I have a lot—A LOT—of beer in my fridge to drink before the first of November. By my calculations, I have about 20 regular beers and a growler in there. Now, that may not sound like a lot, but for a guy who just comes home after work and wants nothing but to sit in his chair and watch tv (and yes, I know I’m an old man now), that’s a lot. I might have to enlist the roomie’s help. Thank god Halloween is coming up.
Secondly, I was remiss in not mentioning that Meaghan will be here for four days next month. We didn’t really drink last time she was here, so I don’t think it’ll be a huge issue, but still—the odds are slightly less in my favor. But if there’s one thing I am, it’s unnecessarily stubborn.
One of my coworkers with whom I’m facebook friends saw my original post about the bet, and just shook his head at me today. “Not a chance. About day 14, you’re gonna be saying ‘Yunno, I really wanted to give mom $1000 anyway…’.” File that under “Reasons I’m going to be a spiteful bastard.”
I’m trying to stop smoking (again), too. Maybe I’m putting too much on my plate, but what the hell, why not? Though I’m starting to sound like a country song, my personal theme song, “15 Minutes” by Rodney Adkins. ‘Cuz I gave up smokin’, women and drinkin’ last night, and it was the worst fifteen minutes of my life… Well, one thing is for sure: I won’t be giving up the whoring around (at least not by choice; Lord knows that decision has been made for me before).
It’s on. It’s on like Donkey Kong.