Cancel Christmas
After spending four days in a state of "100% Not Sure," I am now only about 10% Not Sure. The 90% that is now settled in my aware-brain and stewing like meat on Captain Queeg's boat.
A few years ago, my dad, brother, and I started a running joke around the holidays. Whenever something would happen that caused us to deviate from our plans, we'd feign helpless disgust and yell, "Well, then cancel Christmas!"
Jokey, jokey.
In February, I started planning my summer. By March, I had June-August mapped out. It was going to be busy and require me to spend too much time away from my family. Furthermore, it was going to force me to do something I didn't want to do and heretofore had not announced.
There will be no Bradoween this year.
I figure most previous attendees had figured this out by now. I'd put off making an announcement, because I was still holding out hope (up until a few weeks ago) that I could make it happen. Then, a few weeks ago, I learned I was simply going to be too busy to undertake the massive work that goes along with throwing the annual bash.
I was sad about it, but I had convinced myself it was all for the greater good. My work, which I usually love, was going to take 100% of my concentration and effort.
Well, now it appears everything I was not going to do this summer (Bradoween, blogger gathering, beach trip with the family, etc.) could've happened after all. The six weeks I was scheduled to spend in Vegas has been reduced to about two weeks.
Fear not. I am still gainfully employed. Plans have just changed in a fairly drastic way.
[Note: I got my wife a Nano a couple of weeks ago. It's been playing for the past several hours on the stereo. She asked if it was driving me crazy, because our tastes in music differ quite a bit. I was feeling nice and told her to keep listening. As I type, Gwen Stefani is belting out how this shit is bananas, b-a-n-a-n-a-s, and I couldn't agree much more.]
So, I had a lot of plans and now they aren't happening. I'd like to say that leaves me with a lot of free time, but, it actually doesn't. So. Well, yeah. So.
I'm reminded what I tell people who are grousing about their life taking unexpected and undesirable turns: Life rarely goes as we expect. Of course, I'm usually shouting this from a platform of 100% Sure.
So, Christmas is canceled.
Thereyago.
A few years ago, my dad, brother, and I started a running joke around the holidays. Whenever something would happen that caused us to deviate from our plans, we'd feign helpless disgust and yell, "Well, then cancel Christmas!"
Jokey, jokey.
In February, I started planning my summer. By March, I had June-August mapped out. It was going to be busy and require me to spend too much time away from my family. Furthermore, it was going to force me to do something I didn't want to do and heretofore had not announced.
There will be no Bradoween this year.
I figure most previous attendees had figured this out by now. I'd put off making an announcement, because I was still holding out hope (up until a few weeks ago) that I could make it happen. Then, a few weeks ago, I learned I was simply going to be too busy to undertake the massive work that goes along with throwing the annual bash.
I was sad about it, but I had convinced myself it was all for the greater good. My work, which I usually love, was going to take 100% of my concentration and effort.
Well, now it appears everything I was not going to do this summer (Bradoween, blogger gathering, beach trip with the family, etc.) could've happened after all. The six weeks I was scheduled to spend in Vegas has been reduced to about two weeks.
Fear not. I am still gainfully employed. Plans have just changed in a fairly drastic way.
[Note: I got my wife a Nano a couple of weeks ago. It's been playing for the past several hours on the stereo. She asked if it was driving me crazy, because our tastes in music differ quite a bit. I was feeling nice and told her to keep listening. As I type, Gwen Stefani is belting out how this shit is bananas, b-a-n-a-n-a-s, and I couldn't agree much more.]
So, I had a lot of plans and now they aren't happening. I'd like to say that leaves me with a lot of free time, but, it actually doesn't. So. Well, yeah. So.
I'm reminded what I tell people who are grousing about their life taking unexpected and undesirable turns: Life rarely goes as we expect. Of course, I'm usually shouting this from a platform of 100% Sure.
So, Christmas is canceled.
Thereyago.
10 Comments:
Stripper hours do tend to be much easier on the schedule. Congrats on the new gig, Thunder.
By the way, nobody is as disappointed in Bradoween being cancelled as I am. I missed last year by commiting to something days before hearing about when you party was going down. I was looking forward to it for the past year.
So you suck.
I'll take a drink from that pokerstars bankroll while in Vegas for the WPBT though.
So I guess I'll drive up to G-Vegas next weekend and we'll have an impromptu Brad-o-ween???
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I would point out that Bradoween started as a pretty no-frills affair, and could easily return to such simply because at its core was one principle--hang out at Brad's and drink (everyone but me, that is).
Strip out the poker tournament, the themes, the games, and at the end, people would still come because hanging out at your place is the modern version of the general store of the Walton's era. You feel welcome. You feel comfortable. You feel like, even if you don't know a soul, that you belong, even if for just a night.
One of my few regrets about leaving S.C. was knowing that, odds are, I'd never get to Bradoween again.
Extra glad I made it last year! (I have all this video footage I never did anything with. hmm...)
Can we just pick a date and show up at your house anyway? :)
And does this mean you'll be possibly gracing vegas around July 8?
All my steel chairs have been put back in the closet.
SPRINGFIELD, Mo. - A woman protesting her family's eviction from a Springfield apartment remained on a phone tower for a third day Wednesday, even as temperatures neared 90 degrees, police said. This should remind you of home.
Adaptability and flexibility prove exactly why you're [regarded as] such a sharp guy. Creative, three-dimensional reasoning (like yours) will always prevail over close-mindedness and flat-thinking. So what? It's cancelled. For now.
If your wife didn't tell you, I suggested you have a wee bit o' Bradoween...and call it Bradowee. ;-)
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