I'll Sleep When I'm Dead

Posting has been light for some time now, for the simple reason that I've been away for the last three weekends. Weekend life has been a blur of airport shuttles, road trips, hotel rooms, bars, bad food, floors and futons. Weekdays have been a different blur, hasty mix of catching up on work missed due to days off, uechi class, laundry and other household type chores, and nights out to catch up with friends - before turning around and skipping town again.

But after this coming weekend there will be a respite (albeit most likely a temporary one). I'll be ascending into the White Mountains for a three day jaunt, returning in time to mark my Christ-like 33rd birthday by having a beer with friends at the local. After that trip though, I think I'll spend at least a couple of weekends sleeping in my own comfy bed before hitting the road again. In the meantime, I intend to try and post a little more frequently.

The past two weekends were spent in Annapolis, Maryland. I don't have much to say about Annapolis - it's pretty much the equivalent of Newport-below-the-Mason-Dixon-Line. However, I did discover a couple of things.

Carbombs will make you silly in about no-time flat. Avoid darts or anything else with sharp or pointy edges and tips if you're going to have even one of these.

Yuengling is an acceptable subsitute for the Champagne of Beer.

Wearing an Irish Marines t-shirt, complete with eagle, globe and anchor, around a Navy town will get you a variety of puzzled, inquiring or even dirty looks from a number of people. On the flip side, the bartender being hassled by that hopelessly intoxicated naval officer will give you a wink and a nod and make sure you get your beer before the navy guy. Every time. Semper fi.