Not Where I Do My Drinking

The weekend saw me bowl one of the best games of my life, a great work party with some great people, and me getting kicked out of two different bars in downtown Helena in the span of about an hour.

This is what I learned:

Downtown Helena is not where I do my drinking anymore.

Mythological Experiment

The Greek hero Perseus' bravery has never been in question.  Yet, perhaps if he were more inquisitive he would try an experiment with lights refraction in regards to Medusa's gaze.  You see, if you look Medusa dead in the eye or through a mirror's reflection, one will turn to stone.  I wonder if you were to use a prism to warp her glare, if the play of light would also alter her magic, turning one into something such as tree bark, or Greek Yogurt.

Morning Ascends

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Spinning

When the world started spinning,
where were you?
Hope laced reality, full glass
of sweet red dreams,
did you taste the feel of it?

As the world keeps spinning,
where are you?
Imagination of the now,
notes of Then to There flow,
a warm small hand rolls outside a moving car.

When the world stops spinning,
where will you be?
Imagination in a shallow grave,
on the side of some dirt road,
off in a ditch no-one notices,
There,
and still.

Wind

As the wind pushes against our two story house through the night , it feels like a younger brother wrapped around the back and neck of an older brother trying to bring it down to no avail.

Time to Go

The last crumbs of burnt pretzel in the bowl of pub mix,

the foamy bottoms of damp mugs on stained coasters,

toilet paper hanging to the floor of overflowing urinals,

angry cab drivers waiting in the parking lot for drunk fairs,

lights on, time to go.

Warm January Morning

Bitter wind and freezing rain on a warm January morning.

Nothing about that sentence adds up.

Unless you put, 'in Montana' at the end.

Fate and Fortune

The moments of our days weave together to form tapestries of fate and fortune.

A little under-profound perhaps, but very poignant is the story of a day of my friend Bryan.

While home-ridden and suffering from a hangover, he receives a call from me to help me get my giant American television home from Costco.  Reluctant to leave his house at all, he agrees to help a friend in need.

We get it home and set it up, play a few video games, and then he decides to head back to his own couch (our friend Mike was with him, also hungover, also helping me move my giant American television).

On their way home they decide that maybe a caesar is in order, so they swing into a casino for the cocktails.

One caesar down they flip coin to decide whether a second is needed.

Heads, another.

While waiting for their next drinks, he decides to play the casino machine and promptly wins $800.

Yes, fate and fortune exist somewhere within their tapestries of moments.

2014

New Years Eve saw its fair-share of tears, blood-shed, and meatball dip.

2013 had weddings, moves, and new jobs.

Im ready for 2014.

It may take a leap of faith with eyes shut and breath held, but I'm ready.