One of my favorite bands is 38 Special, which reminds me: Today is the 38th day of confinement on this day, April 23, 2020.
My daily routine includes listening to Gov Cuomo at 1130am. It is reassuring to hear someone with a voice of reason, intelligence, compassion and a sense of humor. He takes responsibility for his actions and is a straight shooter. His popularity is growing, in the midst of a universal tragedy. Can you tell? I am his number one fan.
Last night, BBQ night at the sports bar: Great special: BBQ brisket, with onions, peppers and cheese, transformed into a cheese steak. Fabulous! A lovely masked lady served it to me in the parking lot. Lo and behold, my buddy Meghan behind that mask. I like my mask, but my glasses fog up and I walk into walls and stuff. The mask makes me a walking hazard; an accident waiting to happen. If I remove my glasses, I can’t see either. Either way, I am #%@#%@%#’d.
I have become much more lady like since I have been incarcerated. If you notice, I did not use the F bomb. I love it when I am demure and refined.
Following dinner, I grabbed a few beers and talked to NY Banana on the phone. She gets me laughing so hard, that my face gets frozen in place. At least it is better than my resting bitch face. Notice: I used the word bitch. That is a perfectly good word to use, as it has multiple meanings, and has been used by many refined , resting bitch faced bitches.
My drinking buddy, Clover, got into a fight. I can’t say if she was drunk or not, but she came home, licking her wounds, and is now wearing a collar, or doggie hat, or whatever you call it. When I got a message, with her picture, I immediately responded, wanting to know who she is hanging out with. As they say, when the cat’s away, the mice will play. In this case, when a drinking friend is away, the alcoholic dog will be jumping the bones of an unknown predator, who beat her ass. Notice: I used the word ass, which is perfectly fine, according to Webster. I always liked that kid, when he had a TV show.
Now that you know how #EEWT#W’d up my mind is, overloaded with nonsense and hilarity, I will sign off for now, only to return later, to W@#ET@# amuse you.
Ta ta!!
Wolf
Undressed woman on the loose
21st day of captivity.
Buy me a drink, sing me a song, take me as I come, cuz I can’t stay long.
Oh, when I was 21. What a life. And it just keeps getting better and better.
I made a decision yesterday to hunker down, inside, for the next 24 days. Or, for at least 2 weeks, when the crimson tide might break. I blew it already.
There I was: parched, on my perch, running down a dream and empty beer cans. Should I? or shouldn’t I? I did. Never mind that I was still in my pjs and robe. Nobody who has any sense will be out today; therefore, no one will see me, pulling up in the parking lot of the bar.
Just then, out of the blue appears an apparition in a gilded car. Oh great! He says: “What the hell? You didn’t get dressed today?” Duh. “I couldn’t. The beer got me drunk.”
Where the hell did he come from? We chatted for awhile, he, in his car, and me, on my broom, before I called in my order for a beer doggy bag.
How do these people find me?
The following statement is a public service announcement.
To whom it may concern: If you happen to encounter a whack job in her pjs hanging out in a bar parking lot, do not approach her. She is beyond hope and totally out of control. We are hoping that once this pandemic is over, she will take her ass up to Minnesota, so we can regain a sense of normality around here.
Besides, she lies.
Later,
Wolf
Positivity on day 7
And in the blink of an eye, it is day 7, March 23, 2020.
Are you getting accustomed to this life style?
I have to admit: I felt guilty yesterday. Why haven’t I been calling my friends who live out of town to see how they are doing?
I am going to stay put this week…. going nowhere…. to catch up and to check up with my buds around the globe.
Yesterday, I made the first call. I had such a great conversation with the Banana. We laughed and carried on, as if we had talked every day. It is amazing how good friends are as comforting as brownies and milk, or old fuzzy slippers.
I needed some fresh air, and took a ride to see if my fav coffee joint was open. It was! Drive through only. So what? I am thrilled that I can take a short break, if needed, to go to a familiar place. Considering that beer is usually my “go to” drink, it is surprising how coffee is becoming my drug of choice these days.
For someone who is usually on the “go”, I am adapting quite nicely to this lifestyle. I just may become a hermit, and finally write that novel that I have been putting off. Since many authors have also been drunks, I do have a stash of booze and beer, in case I get writer’s block.
In the meantime, I am completing the census, on line, and contemplating what I should make for breakfast. I cannot believe that I am actually cooking. My, how this virus has transformed me into a domestic Goddess.
I am not feeling sick. I am alive. I am thankful for a new day, and have hope for the future of mankind. Can I ask for anything more?
xooxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxo
Wolf
Up on Cripple Creek
Have you ever accepted an invitation and then….. something happened on the way to the bar?
Seems like the later the invite, the worse I get.
Ok, so at 11am, I am at DD for coffee.
Time to have a few beers before the next appointment.
Hey! Bryan! Hey Chris! Hey, whoever you are! Cheers!
Thanks for the beers!
Oh oh. It is getting closer to the time when I need to get my ass in gear and high tail it to Sissy’s.
Well, let’s just say this about that: There is nothing worse than showing up for dinner at a friend’s house, loaded to the max.
Sidebar: Bryan, what is wrong with me? “Well, you like to talk your ass off, and you really don’t care what anyone else thinks, so I guess you are an anomaly.”
Ok, so what now?
Ali, my doctor for the day said: ” Call to let her know you are not going to make it, as you are incapacitated.”
I did.
She was not exactly happy.
To ease the pain, I made plans to have brunch with her tomorrow morning.
2 incorrigible women, both alive at the same time, living in Pennsylvania, without a clue what it’s all about.
As I have mentioned numerous times: Do not make plans in advance with me. I like spontaneous living. After working for 50 + years, planning is toxic to me.
With that, I am home and in my pjs, slightly tipsy, but happy as a clam, on this day, Feb 29, 2020.
I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.
Wolf
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