Excitable Boy

Allrighty then - on to some non-mushy business.

First - my rapidly growing sleep deficit. Bunny rolled into Wednesday evening. Naturally this called for closing out the local. And then as I was parking my car last night he roared up alongside me in his new ride and with a very Terminatoresque 'come with me' whisked me off for more late night shenanigans. And beers too.

Tonight we're snatching my cousin hot off the plane and heading into Boston to meet some other folks. Prediction: another late night. Exactly how late you ask? This can olny be determined by whether or not we a)hit F-f-f-Foley's and b)decide we need post-drinking bacon.

Tomorrow we have the wedding followed by the reception followed by whatever brand of hell-raising my family decides to practice at the hotel. Look out Providence - my extended family loves to throw down and the whole clan doesn't get together that often. Prediction: another late night. My fear: that I'll be up all night until...

..the Sunday morning brunch. Followed by checkout and the Sunday afternoon nap followed by another night out with Bunny and possibly my cousin (if he sticks around). Prediction: another late night, most likely highly caffeine fueled.

By Monday I'll probably be about 20 to 30 hours behind on sleep and look like I've been shot out of a cannon head first into a pile of gravel. If you're lucky, one of my other cousins will assemble one his most excellent galleries and you'll see some of the chaos yourself. And perhaps my Irish-lookin' mug as well.

Second. Go visit Deb. She writes funny stuff about the horrors of dating. And she's working on a new art form - bitter smut. Although I'm thinking melancholy erotica sounds classier.

Thirdly - it's time to cowboy up. The most-appealing Red Sox team I can remember is in the playoffs.

Well - just about time for me to head off into the sunset for this weekend's celebrations. Let the Last Dance begin.