A Most Rare Vision

So it’s D-Day. The end of an era. I can’t believe this is my last day here at work. It’s been an interesting journey. A lot of the time (especially in the beginning) it was really good. There was a reason my life led me to this job and made me stay as long as I did. Now it has a reason for making me leave. I don’t know exactly what that reason is, but I intend to enjoy finding out… I had always expected that when today finally got here it would go by in something of a blur. However, I didn’t plan on being fairly hung over on my last day at work. I went out to dinner with a friend of mine last night. We ate too much and drank too much and just had a really great time. I even ponied up and consumed a glass of Johnnie Walker Blue. I’m not a Scotch drinker so it was probably wasted on me, but even I could tell that that was some damn fine Scotch. It also totally fucked me up. Fortunately my friend was much less intoxicated than I was so he drove and after a brief detour to Kroger for ice cream, we made it home alive ("so you said that only proves that i'm insane"). I think everything would have been fine if the evening had stopped there, but we got back to my place and made the somewhat rash decision to keep drinking. I was kidding in my blog post yesterday when I said that I “partied like a rock star” on Wednesday night. Last night was another story entirely. I have not had that much to eat or that much to drink in a really long fucking time. I honestly don’t remember portions of the evening that clearly and the parts I do remember are not very coherent or logical. I vaguely recall playing EQ for a bit and dying a lot. My coordination skills were way the fuck off and my poor little mystic paid the ultimate price on a couple of occasions :) At one point I was fairly convinced that there was a naked Indian running through my living room. Weird visions. Strange dreams. It was one of those kinds of evenings. It was a lot of fun but I’m paying the price for it today. Even so, I wouldn’t change a second of it. Sometimes you need to have a night like that simply so you’ll have a story to tell later… Happy Friday all! I promise to keep up this blog once I get out to LA. I plan on having lots more stories to tell :)

“I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was..." -- William Shakespeare - "A Midsummer Night's Dream" - Act 4 Scene 1