O Brass Ball Where Art Thou?

Getting older kinda sucks. You are less willing to do stupid things, and your risks become much more calculated. When I was 20, I had no issue with walking up to a girl on a date with her boyfriend and hitting on her. Of course, back then even my enemies said I had two sets of brass balls - and besides, the guy never bothered to simply kick my ass. From my senior year through my fourth year out of college I partied hard during the week and still enjoyed the occasional hot college freshman.

These days I have a mortgage, a car payment (the days of company cars are over, for now), and my life after work/fencing during the week consists of "That 70's Show" reruns on TiVo and censored "Sopranos" on A&E. I thought about getting into a relationship - but for some reason I met girls who thought building a relationship involved plying me with sex and terrifying me with craziness. That shit is fun for about a week and a half, after that - fuck it.

For the next few months, I am pretty much gonna do nothing but hang with friends, study Turkish, and watch football. In other words, the blog may get kinda boring for a bit. Feel free to look at the archives on the right - there is plenty of craziness there to keep you unproductive.

Then again, I am spending a weekend with some college buddies at Myrtle Beach, so you never know. And then I am going to a burlesque show. And it is about that time for a Guinness event. And tailgating for football. And Halloween. Wow, doing nothing is tough.