wine by the color

Saturday, October 11, 2008

A position I might consider my dream job recently became available. It’s a fantastic position at a Fortune 200 sports-related company in Oregon. Six months ago, I might have pursued it.

But this week, life hit me with a sweet punch in the gut. And, in the process, provided an excellent reminder of what is most important to me.

People. Family and friends.

Being surrounded by people who have a thousand questions and ask none of them except “Do you want to talk about it” and accepting “No” as the answer. Being bolstered by the one friend who knew he could get away with asking quite a few of those questions.

Realizing that while I may not make good choices in all areas of my life, I have done an excellent job picking friends.

And knowing geography is more than just where you live. It’s the people and experiences who make you who you are.

A fine example of which came last night, as I spent what was to be a quiet Friday evening with the boys talking high school football at our local tavern. It turned into a boisterous affair watching a trio of anonymous drunk women turn lyrics like “Hit Me With Your Best Shot” into “Hit Me In the Wet Spot” and “I Want Candy” into “I Want Anal.” Watching a bar full of men give a rousing round of standing applause while one of my dearest friends shouted, “I love America.” It’s not a classy scene, to be sure, but it was a spirit-lifter. The angst of this week might stick with me for a little while. But I will remember that wild scene for years to come.

And if anyone can follow how I tied turning a catchy 80s pop song into a pornographic musical romp to the importance of surrounding yourself with good people, more power to you. That’ll give you a nice glimpse into how all over the place I’ve been this week.

But I have picked myself up and dusted myself off, and I am ready to go. Which is a change from three days ago, when I drafted a post in which I told my loyal readers I was going to take a break from Wine By The Color.

Scratch that. I may not post as often for a while. I’ve got plans to revive the long-dormant book and want to focus some of my writing efforts there. But I’m not going anywhere. I am not breaking up with you.

That said, I had found my favorite clip from Friends to assist the announcement of my now-canceled hiatus. While there will be no break, it’s still worth sharing...



Regularly scheduled programming will resume soon. For now, I’ve got a high school reunion tonight and a date with His Holiness tomorrow. In the midst of my funk this week, I missed his birthday. I hope he can forgive me…

5 Comments:

  • At 10/11/2008 9:32 PM, Blogger David said…

    Sorry to hear (sort of) about your sucky week. Ask me about my 10th H.S. Reunion sometime -- it's not a cure-all but I guarantee a laugh at my expense.

    --dph

     
  • At 10/11/2008 11:42 PM, Blogger SJPSandman said…

    I knew I made the wrong choice not going to South Side.

     
  • At 10/12/2008 10:34 PM, Blogger jersey girl said…

    It made up for the night I missed when the guy played the trumpet.

    DPH, I look forward to hearing that!

     
  • At 10/12/2008 10:40 PM, Blogger the joker said…

    I'm glad you won't be terminating the blog. After all....with her subscriptions to Enquirer and Star Magazine...it is the only quality reading my mother has on a regular basis.

     
  • At 10/13/2008 11:28 AM, Blogger SJPSandman said…

    I would gladly trade you clown-on-trumpet for drunk-chicks-requesting-anal.

    I'd even throw in a draft pick.

     

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