T-minus 3 days, 11 hours, 12 minutes, 11 seconds and counting…

October 28, 2009

     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.

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Preamble

October 27, 2009

Over the weekend of October 24th, I returned to the Midwest for my best friend’s wedding. The wedding was in Cincinnati, though I flew in and out of Indianapolis in order to see my family while I was in the same time-zone as them. After discussing the debaucheries of my trip with my mom, who usually loves those stories, she told me that she thought I was a borderline alcoholic. On the spot, we made a wager: $1000 if I can go an entire month without drinking. That month will be November. Let it be known that Ross (my roommate) has his 23rd birthday on the 10th (it’s also my mom’s birthday, but I wouldn’t normally be going out to get drunk for that), and that it’s been half a decade since I’ve had a sober Thanksgiving. So, needless to say, this will be interesting.
The other foundation of this blog revolves around some friends I made when I was in Ireland in the summer of 2008. Two of the guys we met, Morgan Buckley and Dean Brady, are participating in what they refer to as “Movember.” A “mo” is their word for a moustache. I can grow a decent beard—except for on my upper lip. So, if I’m not going to act ridiculous, I decided, I might as well look ridiculous.
So, this is a chronicle of moustaches and sobriety: Sober Movember. I’m going to be taking a picture every day of my (pathetic) moustache, and what it feels like to detox over the course of a month.