Enough already!

This time of year.. it's just too much. I'm just too old for it.. (*snorts*)

Hannukah, Thanksgiving, birthday, and all those others, I"m sure there are some, even though I don't celebrate them all they're still there...

had enough of it!

oh yeah went out last night.. may have drank too much, harrassed some kids (honestly get the f off my ffing lawn what is wrong with you people) into playing Billy Idol at this party after trying to explain who he is and made it home on the same tram as 3 other of my fellow revelers though we'd all been doing our separate things for the last hour and..

ok it was awesome.. today was "consequence time" and you can tell that we had a fine fucking time last night due to our inability to get out of bed for most of the day.

But it's enough... this partying and holidaying and reveling and festiving and all that is for the kids and if I have not banged on about it anywhere near enough already then I'm telling you now that I'm no kid.

Yeah well.. it's December tomorrow so, I may go hibernate.

checking of the list..

apparently there's a sort of boxing day bingo checklist thing. I don't know if it's a thing but it's a thing I just saw, so, sort of a thing. Most of the squares deal with stuff that doesn't apply here in our household, being a couple of expats not living near relatives no kids not in the US (or UK where this particular checklist thing I have before me seems to originate from) so.. pretty much all but a few that reference drinking, in ways usually considered inappropriate, ie breakfast, and well.. drinking more. Those, I've already done a little bit.. I reckon there'll be enough of that to make up for all the rest. Oh and eating leftovers. The first thing I did, even more the booze. Still got more seasonal movies to watch, so might add that one to the list in lieu of one about someone's auntie. Hope everyone had a fun christmas if they bother with that stuff, a pleasant regular day if that's what it is and a peaceful time where no one bothers you if that's what you wanted.

And on to '12

The new year will be here soon, I've already reflected, now it's time to look forward.

*the opposite of the scene getting blurry happens, or something*

Well.. next year I just want to do better. Do stuff, do it better, do it more, that sort of thing. I'd go into detail but it's getting near time to go out drinking.

See you next year.

Too much fun..

One must pay for. *groans* I've had a pretty good run recently of getting off mildly after a night of drinking, about the last month or so. I wake up, sometimes have a small headache and often not even that and get on with my day.

Well, my blessed time seems to be over.. just in time for the holiday season too. It's rubbish. I'm not sure if there was something particular to last night, didn't really drink so much, although the bit between finishing my last drink and waking up in the middle of the night still half dressed is completely lost to me. Weird.

Anyway.. it's all heating up around here, parties to plan, feasts to get organized, bars to attend.

Not tonight though.

Happy post holiday...

It's a thing known as Black Friday in some parts of the world, meaning the first shopping day after Thanksgiving, in the all important leadup to Christmas, so parts of the world that celebrate thanksgiving er.. celebrate it.

This is not a part of the world that celebrates Thanksgiving, neither is the part of the world I come from, or where anyone I live with comes from (actually they do celebrate it but at a different time), but nevertheless, we went out in the eve to celebrate. Mostly to watch football, well he did, and I just hung out, ate some turkey, and had beers. So I celebrated it, in a way, therefore, it should be a kind of black Friday today for me too.

We got there early, so we could see both games, which are quite long. So that means a lot of beer. Yeah.. it's not the lightest most pleasant Friday.

*groans*

Time to make that resolution again...

Too much fucking fun eh? I may have had that, though I don't know if there is such a thing as too much fun, if there is, that's not what I had. Don't get me wrong, the night was great, people came, everyone seemed to enjoy, in fact it was just right. We chatted, we laughed, we drank. No dancing on tables or blackouts.. yes, I drank, and more than I usually do, but no where near as much as I used to, when I forgot large parts of what happened and kindly friends would offer me information about the night in bits here and there.. oh yeah those were the days.. *sighs*

No, nothing like that, quite a respectable party really. So why the fucking fuck have a been so fucked up all day? I'd say it's because I'm getting old, and considering the day and reason for the party.. it would be somewhat fitting, but I've always had problems like this.. it's true, and particularly stupid considering the persona I create for myself here on the internet, which is not entirely made up. Yes, I get real bad hangovers.. sometimes, it can be random, and yes, I still drink too fucking much. Is there any hope at this point that I will grow the fuck up already. It remains to be seen, for the moment I've given up drinking, forever, but we'll see how long that lasts... in fact I'm planning on having a few quiet, respectable drinks tomorrow night for the actual real day o commemorating the birth of me...

I am getting old.. in barely 5 hours the number of years I've been around will climb higher, yet again, and I know it's just a number, it's not even one of those significant ones that ends in a 0, but it still seems bigger somehow.. Oh well. Might as well just enjoy it. But not too much.

The stress and anguish of having all this fun..

It's that time of year, a time when people have fun, whether they like it or not, goddammit, where people get together, and drink, feast and be merry, listen to music, dance, and get up to shenanigans...

yes, it's my birthday soon.. and the actual birthday falling on a Monday I'm doing the traditional thing and having my "party" on the weekend.. that is on the Saturday, that is today.

So.. I have my usual getalong gang that I've been spending such occasions with for years and years.. these people are coming, or at least some of them, but I thought this year, I'd have a few more come along.. I'm doing this class.. and some other acting rel stuff, and I've made quite good friends with some of those people... so I went ahead and told a bunch of people last week that I'm having a birthday celebration on Saturday, venue as of yet unknown.

And I started stressing right away. Where? Why on earth did I bring it up even? Does anyone actually have the slightest intention of coming? Oh well.. picked a place sometime yesterday.. a place where I neither have to reserve a table and end up with just 3 measly people, or, have nowhere to place the extra people should extra people come.. at least I think it's ideal for that.. whatev.

So.. I send out an email, tell or call certain people, and create an event on Facebook, my first ever..

where exactly am I going with this.. well.. it stresses me out. I worry that the place will be too full, or no fun, that some people will come, well, me Erik and one other person and they'll be bored because no one else is there.. I worry about certain members of aforementioned gang, who have a tendency to drink too much and be kinda weird... I worry that people who I invited are wondering why the fuck I'm bothering them with a stupid invitation to something they have no interest in going to...

and other stuff.

But I am looking forward to it. I mean, even if it's just 2 or 3 of us, it's dragging us out to a place we hardly go to.. and.. well they have drinks.

I just hope I don't embarrass myself or anything...

There's something in the air...

I think it might be silliness.

Yes, that season is upon us, almost upon us, or well on it's way to getting closer to upon us. For me, it's here. My birthday is soon, which for me is always a chance to commiserate, celebrate, go nuts, get mopey, and drink.. and then after that, well it's practically December. From here to Jan it's.. well.. any excuse to be as silly as possible to disguise the fact that it's horribly awful and depressing this time of year, and this particular year is a particularly awful and depressing one, if one cares at all about things like one's livelihood, which it must be confessed one does.. which mostly consists of drinking a whole lot.

I'm not sure if that sentence works or not, but quite frankly, I don't care. I'm being silly.

Well anyway, for the moment I'm not melancholy at all.. I'm rather joyful, and even hopeful, strangely enough. Can't for the life of me figure out why. I've only had a little wine tonight.

Just what did I do?

I felt really crummy all yesterday, extremely crummy, monstrously crummy. The sort of crummy where you wish you would throw up, properly, instead of feeling nauseous and like you're gonna puke but not able to because there's nothing in your stomach to come out.

I may have told this story without including that information. Sorry.

Anyway, yesterday I had this awful throbbing headache that just would not go away, and would not subside.. no handy painkillers about and it was a holiday so most shops are closed and through Erik intended on going up the hill and getting some, due to some feelings of crumminess on his part, significantly less than mine, but nevertheless crumminess, we continued to have none. And I felt wobbly and nauseous and all that, but the headache would have been enough.

I did go out the other night.. that is I went to a "rehearsal" like a good Meisner student.. and then we went for drinks. It wasn't even that many drinks. Went to one pub and had some beer and consumed huge quantities of meat, then to another which I had to go to because I hadn't had any money on me so they had to pay for me so I sorta had to suggest we go to another place and I get get out money on the way.. you see how it is, I was positively forced to continue.

Well anyway, ok night, we came up with some really cool ideas for movies, or at least they seemed so at the time, and there was something funny about ducks, and we saw Erik briefly during the time and he was way more fucked up than me.. and I had like, 3 drinks total. That's it! Ok maybe 4.. maybe even 5 but that's it! For fucks sake even if it was 6, and that is truly the maximum number of drinks I could have had and that's being ambitious, I shouldn't have been so fucked up. I blame Staropramen, it's shitty beer anyway and I never get headaches that bad..

oh well. So it's about 2 days of never drinking again for me I guess. I'm alright now, thank goodness.

Well that was silly.

I totally..totally expected, well intended to go somewhere this weekend. Out of the city, overnight or if that didn't work out at least for the day, from real early.. to late.

Well.. ok I'm up, which is kind of early for me on a weekend, but that's mostly because I had a headache and I was all sneezy, for some reason. I'm still sitting here in my skuzzy loungabout home clothes which also serve as pajamas, and I kind of have not much intention of moving much very soon, if at all.

It's all my fault. I suggested we "go for a beer at the rustic place" last night about 6 or 7 in the eve and we went for a beer. If we'd stuck to "a beer" things would have been fine but there was this waiter right, and well, there's sort of a tradition here in your common man's pub where the waiter brings you a beer when your other beer is getting low without you even asking for one, which isn't done so much nowadays, at least not in Prague, at least not in most pubs we go to, and usually not in this one, but this guy does that, so we had to have another beer, and then he brought one again, and when that went low he brought another one.

You can see where this is going.

Of course, after leaving there we had another beer (and some of us a shot, not me though) at another place. That was unecessary but once you've had that many drinks you're often in the mood for another, I've found.

So this morning me and my partner in crime, if you like, who were intending on going out somewhere with hills and trees and fresh air for some hiking and sightseeing, are both feeling not exactly up to it, and who knows what if anything we'll end up achieving today.

It's so hard being me, #44 or somethingl like that..

I feel really poorly today. Somewhat reasonable right now with just a lingering headache, but I've had bouts of what I like to call "crumminess" all day.. and it's a Saturday and it's quite nice outside so I ideally would have liked to do stuff today. You know, stuff.. going outside, going places... doing stuff.

But I feel crummy. Too fucking crummy to do any stuff that's worth doing. And yes, anyone who follows this blog closely will know that I was, yes, drinking last night and bragging about it. Now, there are times when I joke about drinking all the time and being a big boozer and all and to be perfectly honest it is the slightest bit exaggerated, and I do make jokes about drinking and burping and whatever when I'm not even indulging in real life.. sometimes.. not so much here but I do do it. That's so weird written down.. two words in a row like that... and it sounds perfectly right when you say it.. oh well.

Anyway. Yesterday evening I was drinking. But here's the thing, it really wasn't all that much. Now of course this is a relative thing, too much and compared to some people in some places with some lifestyles it would certainly have been that much.. and for some others.. not too many really not even amongst my acquaintance it would barely have been a lunchtime.. but for me, it was not all that much. In any case, it wasn't enough to be feeling full on crummy the next day, most of the day at least. It deserved a headache maybe, one that goes away by the late-ish afternoon.. but crummy? Just no.

So like I said, it's hard being me and it's just not fair.

Who needs these "friend" people anyway?

One of my friends had a birthday yesterday of all vulgar, common things. This meant that I was positively forced to go out and drink with him of course. I was "literally" roped into staying out and having beer after beer and of course.. him having a habit of ordering shot after shot of Fernet Citrus for our jolly party of 3 was made, practically at gunpoint to down every one of them.

I have a headache now.

Friends! *snorts derisively*

Stuff Actually Happens Here Sometimes . Part 2.

Ok, so we left off last time some time yesterday.. I think. Or was it the day before. I remember I was poorly.

So.. all Saturday I was sick, and I mean all Saturday, right up to the night. It was quite unpleasant. Our friend, the one that just returned after a long absence, the one who went went to meet at the train station (meet his bus that is, don't ask) and the one that we went drinking with afterwards stayed with our other friend, the one with the dog, the one I hadn't seen for ages who I bumped into the other day that he was due to show up and to everyone's (sorta) surprise he did show up. On a bus, at the train station but that's not the point here.

Anyway, he stayed there all day and all night which I was fine with, being more than usually unwell and not up to company, but I kept getting messages and calls from different people via sms or skype or whatever re his future employer's phone number and stuff.. I forwarded some, got some other weird requests to find someone else on skype to call them and after a day I think they still hadn't called the guy.

Well.. sometime after midnight when I was in bed and just starting to feel better I got a call from him saying he'd spoken to the guy and he'd come by tomorrow firmly at.. some time. Here he'd pick up his stuff and the guy could come and take him to his new home. Fine.

Of course yesterday.. the day we're up to now, didn't go that smoothly. We got a call first when we were still in bed, and by the time Erik got some clothes on and was down the stairs at the front door they were gone.. just a second after I heard a familiar voice singing the Monkees theme..

A bit later he came, drunk. The other dude was due to come a few hours later and we'd also decided to get some plumbing done at some point during the day but that part actually worked out smoothly and well. Our drunk friend ate and showered finally and was ready to go when the messages started coming again, a friend on skype said the guy who was picking our friend up had been here but missed us.. I thought he'd had my number but apparently someone gave him the wrong one.

Anyway... we had a drunk guy passed out on the couch most of the day, a bunch of bags and crap all over the place while more messages and skypes and calls came through.. he woke up in the evening, we had dinner and he expressed delight at seeing his favourite fork again.. and had a few more drinks. Later he wanted to go down the road to his friend's restaurant to catch up but fortunately he just fell asleep because the last schedule we'd got from the pickup guy was that he'd be here 8am.

He was here before that, actually and our friend got off safely. All his crap is out and Cooley is rather pleased.

Apart from that not much has been going on.

Not enough time in the day...

All the times I have nothing better to do than scrawl out a blog post.. and have nothing to write about.. so I either don't bother or write anyway.. then there's the times that stuff happens.. that's real stuff! Happening!

Yes this is me I'm talking about.. stuff does happen to me sometimes, but of course when stuff happens one doesn't have so much time to write. Oh the dilemma!

So. the other day a long lost friend came back to us. He was expected.. sorta. He's been planning to come back for some time and kept telling us "a month from now".. the last info we got was that he was coming in 4 days and had a ticket.. or perhaps we just assumed the ticket thing.. whatever.

Anyway. It started off as a relatively uneventful day. I was hanging about, went up the hill to buy some stuff.. took my time coming back because I stopped to take a few self portraits and coming round on my street, just as I was going to buy a few breadrolls so I could take them home and finally have something to eat, as I was looking at a cute dog across the road, the dude with the dog looked like he was waving at me and coming towards me. I didn't recognize him at first but then I thought if this particular person that I haven't seen for years has grown his hair it could be him. Well it was. So we went for a drink.

We had another drink after the first drink. I told him that our friend was due back like.. today, or whenever and he'd had no idea.

A few more drinks were had, the dog bit me when I tried to pet her, a loud roar went up as the Czech Republic scored a goal in the hockey, freaking the dog out and making her spill his beer.. and then the messages started coming in. Or perhaps they'd already started by that stage, not entirely sure. First message was.. "coming on bus at hlavni nadrazi. 9 something". Now, as hlavni nadrazi is a train station we were mildly confused. Whatever, we planned to go and meet him.

So to cut a long story not short but leaving out not all but most of the completely unimportant and uninteresting details, later on we went to the train station, tried to figure out where the buses were. We received more info 3rd or 4th hand that there was track work so he had to change from a train to bus and.. well, we looked all around for where the buses were but didn't find them. We got a couple of beers and hung around the station until we were told.. quite politely that we weren't allowed to drink in there, so we went outside, taking the opportunity to look for the buses again. Didn't find them but got a phone call and it was him.

So we all went off and got drunk. That is those of us who weren't drunk already which I think is one person.. the rest of us got more drunk. I felt rather poorly all yesterday.

Random, unconnected memories from my "big night out.

Last night I went "out". First time in ages so it was a tiny bit of a big deal, to meet some people I'd never met before in order to get a group together to make films.. anyway.

*We met at Náměstí Republiky, at the metro entrance in "the middle of the square". This place is in the centre so it's kind of busy, and has many metro entrances, and it's not really a square in shape, at least you can't tell with all the buildings around, despite being called "náměstí" (which means square). Anyway, I got there at 7, as requested and didn't see anyone who looked like whoever was showing up out of these people who I'd never met. I wandered around looking at all the different exits (the same thing as an entrance) and couldn't see these "film" people. After about 15 minutes I started to wonder if they'd just gone, but I kept doing the rounds of all the exits. At about 7:20 I spotted this guy in a spot he hadn't been a few minutes ago. More modern garb, more colour in his face and shorter hair, but familiar looking. He was talking on the phone so I sauntered up close enough to be able to hear him a bit. He spoke in English with a Scottish accent so I kind of mimed "are you the film guy" and he nodded. I waited for him to finish his phone convo, someone had got off at Masarykovo nádraží instead of Nam. Republiky because the metro station has 2 exits which aren't really near each other... and this "point" is getting long so I won't go into much detail. We waited for him and it was this guy. Also with more modern clothes, and less makeup.

*Another point, one which runs immediately after the last one, so I might as well be telling this in regular story form, but he, the first guy suggested we go to a place that has coffee and cakes.. I thought. er... I'd like a beer. The other dude isn't really a drinker and likes coffee so he was all for it, so I thought.. whatev. That place was closed unfortunately :) so we went to some internet cafe in the area, it worked because it has both coffee and beer.

*Drinking beer, after you haven't been so* much used to drinking it recently, when other people are drinking coffee, can make you look a bit silly :). Actually one of the other guys drank beer too after the first coffee, but not as many as me. He explained all, no one from the first meeting was there, so we introduced ourselves, what we're interested in doing, and what ideas we have. Then we talked, with a bit of brainstorming, a lot of getting off topic and a fair bit of starting talking about one idea and coming up with 8 different mostly unusable ideas that resemble the original one not at all. There were a few good things in there, and between all the stuff we talked of, we might be able to do something. I introduced a few of my ideas which weren't completely laughed at or dismissed, which is nice.

*?

*I should just take my tripod with me whenever I go out at night, I always (particularly after drinking) get the urge to take cool night shots, and never have the proper shit to rest the camera on. I'd probably lose it though. It's best to go out, not drunk, with the aim of taking cool night shots, and I've been meaning to do that for, about 3 years now but haven't done it yet. Wait, I have, once, on the corner of my street.

*profit.

*Walking through the city at night, you're guaranteed to overhear English speakers, and pretty much always some Americans. I was walking out the metro and there was a group of young people, some woman said something about snow "it's pretty in the snow" and they talked of that for a minute, I thought it odd, considering the time of year, and then they referenced the blossoms that are all over the streets and she said "it's like a pretty snowfall" or something silly like that, and they went on about that for a bit, waxing poetic and the like. I swear it sounded funnier when I was walking amongst them drunk, and could remember what was actually said.

*Some ideas for a blog post are better than others :).

*I have been having a few beers at home occasionally, but not usually more than 2, and it's always Gambrinus, and last night I was drinking Pilsner which is slightly stronger. This is in reference to the "so" with the asterix after it by the way, as opposed to the bullet points :)