Friday, March 25, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Expectations
During a discussion about dieting, Chuck said, It is so much easier to lower your expectations than to lower your weight.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Why am I not surprised? I can't even plan my husband's birthday party. I suck.
When planning his own birthday party because his wife was too lazy to do it, Chuck said,
OK here's the deal. First, I'm planning my own birthday party and second, I've already referred to myself in the third person. So we can all tell that I'm short on the kinds of social skills that make women swoon and other men jealous. (Luckily I've got Theresa tied up in a long-term contract . Never discount the long-term value of misleading an eighteen year-old with rumors about "undisclosed wealth"). Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, getting older. So I was faced with the prospect of acknowledging the passing of another year without so much as a grunt and a shot, and I thought "I can do better than that."
I'm too old to celebrate the general novelty of birthdays, and I'm too young to celebrate them as legitimate surprises. Let's face it, thirty-seven is no milestone. But, it does require me to renew my driver's license. And that's something. To celebrate, I'm going to do one of my all-time favorite things in the world. I'm going to Joe T's and I'm going to drink margaritas until I have to act surprised that Theresa has to drive me home.
For many of you, this may sound unappealing. I completely understand that perspective. But I figure if this makes you look down on me, odds are you've already looked down on me for something I've done in the past. So no additional harm done.
ON THE OTHER HAND... If you like margaritas, spring weather in Texas, the company of my lovely wife, and so-so Mexican food, AND if you don't mind the possibility that I'll say something inappropriate, awkward or maybe even offensive, then please join me for a pleasant March evening at Joe T's.
On Friday I plan on eating dinner with the family at Joe T's at around 6:00. Feel free to join us at any time. I think the kids will head to the house with Shazza at around 7:30. I plan to leave when it seems like "the thing to do", probably around 9:30. I'd like to go to Scat after that, but we'll have to see.
Lots of Love,
OK here's the deal. First, I'm planning my own birthday party and second, I've already referred to myself in the third person. So we can all tell that I'm short on the kinds of social skills that make women swoon and other men jealous. (Luckily I've got Theresa tied up in a long-term contract . Never discount the long-term value of misleading an eighteen year-old with rumors about "undisclosed wealth"). Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, getting older. So I was faced with the prospect of acknowledging the passing of another year without so much as a grunt and a shot, and I thought "I can do better than that."
I'm too old to celebrate the general novelty of birthdays, and I'm too young to celebrate them as legitimate surprises. Let's face it, thirty-seven is no milestone. But, it does require me to renew my driver's license. And that's something. To celebrate, I'm going to do one of my all-time favorite things in the world. I'm going to Joe T's and I'm going to drink margaritas until I have to act surprised that Theresa has to drive me home.
For many of you, this may sound unappealing. I completely understand that perspective. But I figure if this makes you look down on me, odds are you've already looked down on me for something I've done in the past. So no additional harm done.
ON THE OTHER HAND... If you like margaritas, spring weather in Texas, the company of my lovely wife, and so-so Mexican food, AND if you don't mind the possibility that I'll say something inappropriate, awkward or maybe even offensive, then please join me for a pleasant March evening at Joe T's.
On Friday I plan on eating dinner with the family at Joe T's at around 6:00. Feel free to join us at any time. I think the kids will head to the house with Shazza at around 7:30. I plan to leave when it seems like "the thing to do", probably around 9:30. I'd like to go to Scat after that, but we'll have to see.
Please do not bring a present if you come. I'll be very happy just to have you there. I can buy my own scotch whisky, but the kind of friends you can "buy" in that part of town get you in trouble with the wife.
How's that for a rambling dinner invitation? Hope you can come. Let me know if you are so I know what to tell the gal at the gate.
Lots of Love,
Chuck
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