You will have to listen quick. It won't last long. I hope the video is available online soon.
I stayed up too late last night writing emails and texts to everyone after watching "A Very Murray Christmas" and felt like shit in the morning. Death, really. Truly. Scared. And I didn't recover all day long. I hung out until noon, then went to the gym for an aerobic workout, but after my shower, I was wiped. At two I ate, but it didn't sit well, and at four I decided I needed to start packing up the studio. I poured the scotch I said I would not have and then another and headed out.
But I couldn't do it. I couldn't pack at all. I sat and got sicker until my entire body ached, and then I went to Home Depot to see if they had something I could put all my giant pictures in. Listen to me--I swear I have more than I can deal with. What the fuck was I thinking? I needn't have printed them all. It is a monstrosity. I walked around Home Depot not finding a thing that would help me pack, and I decided I was a mad man, really. I will get a storage locker and put them all in there and send a key to someone I trust. And when I die. . . they will say he was obsessed. There are such exotic treasures there.
And then to the liquor store to which I swore I would never go again as it is killing me as surely as arsenic, but there I was chatting away with people more normal than I. And then the grocery store where I could not find a thing I would want to eat, my stomach being a wreck from esophagus to anus, but I bought some Bloody Mary mix that was recommended to me and some olives besides.
And then home.
I watched "Welcome to Me," a little and strange movie that you might like. I had planned on going to Vespars at the Country Club College, but I was too sick to do it, so I stayed home and watched movies and drank Bloody Mary mix with olives and celery and then with vodka, too, not once but twice. And then I thought to re-watch "A Very Murray Christmas." It was better than I thought the first time through. I was ready to be disappointed last night, but tonight I was simply ready. And it was better by far.
I will go to bed tonight and see if I am as sick as I think I am, see if I am dying. I will buy that Christmas tree from Restoration Hardware tomorrow because I wouldn't want my last Christmas to be unadorned. I will look for Christmas cards, too. But here is one for you. Merry Christmas, baby. I've got the Christmas Blues :)
ReplyDeleteDo I ever post comments that are absolutely ridiculous and you just don't approve them to save my skin? Cause sometimes I arrive here in a quite buzzed condition and wonder if I do that and forget? I am sure I wrote some embarrassing things last night....
Thanking you in advance if you do. Sometimes I think I catch myself and delete but then sometimes, on certain nights, I can't quite remember.
I was at dinner last night with a couple I happened to introduce to each other many, many years ago who are now married.
A new restaurant getting all sorts of good reviews -- a bit farm to table-ish, a small but unique craft cocktail menu (one too many Stormy Bastards ~ Bombay Sapphire, bourbon, freshly squeezed lime juice, ginger beer) - small plate options etc. I had a good calamari with lemon aioli and a fine arugula salad with fresh clementines, roasted onions, corn and buttermilk jalapeno dressing and there was a plate of fancy handcut fries with foie gravy & yancy farm chedder curds on the table too.
I like the wife very much. We smoked a very large very good joint before we left. The husband is not a terrible person by any means but he is conservative, very. He does stuff like shake his head cause his kid likes rap music and is even a bit of a survivalist because the government is taking over.
I try my very best to stay away from all controversial topics when we see each other. You know how it can get if one is several cocktails and one fat joint in of an evening....
Last night he said we need more guns. He wants "a chance" if he ever finds himself in a situation like all these shootings. His wife said he's a good shot.
I was waiting for someone to say "I'll be your Huckleberry."
WTF
I did my best "I'm trying not to ruin a good meal by getting into a controversial discussion" smile. Did a small dissertation on the difference between being blown apart by a high powered assault rifle and being shot by a hand gun. (Is this what it has become? Would you rather be blown away by an assault rifle or have a chance after being hit by a handgun? That normal seems incredibly fucked up to me). It didn't seem to register. Go Donald.
He doesn't believe they should be called "assault rifles." As he has some type of rifle similar for hunting. I made a small, in between a fork of salad, bite about why he felt he needed such a powerful gun to kill a deer and I got an answer something like "don't talk negatively about hunting if one eats cows, chickens or pigs."
Thank God they drove home though. I have an outstanding ticket in CT for talking on the telephone. $150 dollars that bastard.
And I know I definitely ordered another cocktail after the gun talk and the rest of the night remains fizzy at best.
I have Christmas Blues too.
I want to stay in from now until Spring - like a hibernating creature. Binge watch TV shows and movies I've never watched, drink & smoke and sleep. Listen to music, read & write. Have sex. And more sleep. Not answer the phone except for those closest.
Instead I go to finish a sale. For a woman whose husband is in late stage Parkinson's disease. And if anyone wanted to see a barely living reason I whole-heartedly support euthanasia for humans.... Sigh.
Watch the special.
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