Happy Hour


Pariah light
November 5, 2007, 4:46 pm
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Last night’s drinks: 7&7’s.

Hangovers are the worst. But hangovers on vacation are bearable. Especially on a Monday morning, when I’d usually be rolling into work. Sunday nights are almost the perfect night to go out. It’s still that weekend sort of vibe, but the bars aren’t crowded and the people are quirkier.

Kyle and I met for a couple of innocent drinks at NuNu’s last night. I took the opportunity to try out some of my newly learned MAC moves (read this if you want some background), and he noticed without my asking him, which was nice. When he left at 8 p.m., I still had half of a drink to finish and a free drink on the way. The bartender, Kevin, asked me if I wanted a fresh one, and I figured, what the heck. So I sat in the corner and watched Adult Swim while quite a few more people filtered into the bar. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw two guys sit close by, but I just ignored them.

Maybe it was the expensive makeup, or maybe it was the fact that these guys (whose names happened to be Josh and Josh) had more two fisting going on than a boxing match, but we ended up chatting, and actually had a really great rapport. Then Rudy, a fellow Aero bartender, came over and we all decided that it was time to move on to Gilley’s, where there might be karaoke, and other fellow Aero bartendress, Barbara, and her man.

By the time the night was over, we had hopped through a total of five bars, ordered an obscene number of drinks, exchanged numbers all over the place, and we all loved eachother. It was nice to finally hang out with people again – I was seriously starting to feel socially inept. It’s interesting, too, when you run into people you didn’t think of before, and you have a great time with them – it’s like finding a $20 in the pocket of your jacket.

On the same note, I also may have found a really cool gal to karaoke with on none other than Craigslist. We’re going to meet up when I get back and maybe go to the Brass Rail in Hillcrest. You can bet I’ll be reporting on that if it happens.

Tomorrow is Vegas! Let the mind games begin!

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Trinity
October 30, 2007, 8:46 pm
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This Evening’s Drink: still Banrock.

I’ve been baptised twice to date, but I’ve always held a candle for my first time: in the Catholic church.  Of course, two years later my parents divorced, and my mom was disowned from the church, but it didn’t stop her from letting me sing with my Nana at the age of 6 in front of the whole pulpit, or from taking my sister and I to Midnight Mass every Christmas.

I attended many Sunday schools in some Protestant church down the road, but I always had an affection for Mass. I love the rituals and the repetition, the special prayer before dinner, and the “secret handshake” of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. Communion was special to me, and kneeling in the pews thereafter, I would pray so hard.

Of course, reality hit sometime around my teens, when my sister and I stood and watched everyone else, including extended family members, filter down the isle of the church to take communion. I’ve never been confirmed, so really I’m not allowed to reap the benefits of the body and the blood of Christ. I’ve always wanted to, though. Now that I’m alone, I think I finally will.

I found St. Joseph’s church in Little Italy, which offers adult confirmation classes. I can imagine that these look a lot like Traffic School – a bunch of adults, obviously hitting some sort of spiritual reprimand, and seeking the pass that will write off their sins. I already have two rosaries (gifts) and many bibles (gifts), and even a little pocket guide to “What Catholics Believe,” but I have a feeling that this sort of thing supercedes preparation.

One thing I have come to realize about myself is that faith is so important to me – moreso than I ever wanted to believe. But I do have faith that every action is a reaction to reason, and I want my children to grow up in a world that has hope and faith. Even if they don’t choose Christianity, I never want them to feel that they are the kickball on a metaphysical field. You have to have faith; otherwise you never have peace.

I’m going to attend mass this Sunday to make sure that I like the church before I commit a year or so to its teachings. Then I’ll spend next week in Vegas, and be back with plenty of reasons to go to confession.

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