So today on the radio (regular local music station not npr) they were discussing how scientists now belive that cows automatically face north. So they had callers calling in talking about which way cows were facing.
So really there are a couple of morons out there that like to track cows.
and then a couple of morons who call into the radio to tell them which ways cows are pointing as they see them on the various patches of farmland scattered on the outskirts of the metro area....
I should have been listening to npr.
Ok so it all started awhile back -- some friends made me listen to npr podcasts for an unreasonable amount of time.
Something happenned -- I think I was hypnotized or subliminal message has had an effect on me but now with out at least 8 hours of NPR goodness a day I simply can't function.
So yes, my nerdieness has reached another high -- I love npr and pbs.
SO this week on the radio there was this big dicussion about alcohol and turning back the age to 18 -- of course it was else where but I mostly just listened to the discussion on the radio.
Ok so everyone drinks before 21. For me I don't know I was 15 or something when I went on a bike ride with Julie over to Maxine's house -- we had a couple grasshoppers - or maybe just one but, we were silly and then I had to bike ride the 6 miles back to my house (yes, I was a big bike rider in those days... 6 miles was nothing back then... ) We had some difficulties a little swerving action but we were fine by the time we rented movies and went to go watch them...
Then when I turned 18 my mom, myself and my friend Sonya hung out in my kitchen drinking boons farm, smoking cigarettes and scratching off lottery tickets. Party of the year it was not, but it was a good time.
I guess I'm more relaxed with drinking age- if people are taught that you should just be responsible don't get out of hand have some fun. Maybe it's because my dad was a recovering alcholic for the majority of his life and alcholism runs in our family, pretty thick on both sides and since we were old enough to understand it - it's been talked about in our house. And my siblings and I seem to be pretty well balanced in the booze department. My brother however made this proclaimation before he was 21 that he would never drink a drop -- that didn't stick but we were all taught that you can have some fun but should be able to function.
So yeah -- bring down the age -- after a few year the kids will get over it and maybe it won't be such a center stage for everything.
So the other day I was in the car and yes, I'm one of those people that sings in the car. I do it to pass the time, to torture myself and for a variety of other reasons.
So on came an Ace of Base song and there I was in the car jamming out. But then the stupid song got stuck in my head.
I saw the sign and opened up my mind I saw the sign.
What a horrible song to have in your head. SO horrible in fact that I sacrificed quality music time to listed to some NPR.
But no, 3 days later I still have the stupid song in my head.
So this weekend was Gwendolyn's fantastic birthday bash weekend. It has been a nice weekend -- however not the usual for what I expect for a weekend in LaCrosse.
Let's start with the usual -- Usually we end up drinking, a lot, or more than my poor liver likes. (so in my terms that means more than 2 beers in a 24 hour period.) This also involves going from bar to bar sampling the fine establishments in downtown LaCrosse. Seriously -- there are bars everywhere -- and alcohol in LaCrosse is kept at competitive prices to suit the needs of many college students and 20/30 somethings who live here. Ok so one must be prepared -- somewhat sensible shoes are must, and 20 dollars is normally enough to get you good and drunk off your ass -- but for a birthday weekend, fancy drinks or shots might be required so maybe 40 tops and that should be enough to have a cab ride home. SO very economical for the weekend binge... how delightful. After consuming large amounts of alcohol, I'm normally up at 5:30 with horrible post-beer poo poos and a headache. This was not the case today.
Our Saturday birthday extravaganza was off to bad start when I spent hours -- wasted on listening to NPR. Now, mind you I like my radio with a certain kind of element, most will call this ridiculous -- but I like songs. I was mildly entertained for awhile -- but then craved TV, or real radio - not just podcast after podcast after podcast. No joke -- 9-5 of talk radio is enough to make me well, eager for alcohol. After we all got dressed for the day - we headed to Buzzard Billies - had a delightful meal -- followed by ice cream which I was to overstuffed to partake in. And now at 7:30 in the morning I have a sweet tooth and ice cream sounds delicious.
After dinner I inquired as to what we were going to do -- well we were going to go to someones house and watch tv and veg out for a little bit, maybe play games and start drinking. Woo hoo -- ok a plan. I love plans. After we have flipped -- or Jamie has flipped rather, we are all in tv la la land and are entranced by the happenings on Degrassi and Queen Bees- The Soup and some all in a week show -- we're laughing and playing games. Pretty soon the clock was way later than it should have been and we are going to McDonald's, quarter to midnight-- to get a snack, I'm not wasted and it's almost midnight, this is not how I envisioned this -- I'm sure Gwendolyn has not pictured this either- --but we are at McDonald's getting snacks -- I'm not hungry at all really -- but I know if I don't get anything -- I will suffer a horrible case of McDonald's envy and so alas I get the old stand by - the number 1. It is fantastic. I love it.
We return to the house with the air conditioning and tv and no NPR Podcasts anywhere to be seen. We eat. Now we are in the current moment. I'm wide awake. I've been up for almost two hours with painful stomach clenching gas that is both loud and smellier than Jamie's fridge, and a headache. It's like I'm hungover from McDonalds. I had a great time -- it was very mellow -- but I was a little pumped to be reckless and intoxicated. Yep, maybe I'm too old for that Shenanigans.
