Lunatic Fringe

We're older now, and though time for it's part may have forgiven us our tresspasses, it seems a subtle shade of experience is about both our visages. The years a lonely mind has known show up like a long lost friend thought dead, and appears first in the face, whether it's welcome or unwanted. We both know it. And still she looks to me like she looks to the past, I suppose she sees in me something she's lost, like an old necklace or a warm, sunny day that's gone missing to the mind. A subtle smile brought on by nostalgia no doubt crosses her lips, and she's 17 again and wondering just where it is I'd gone to for so long. Though I've always been right here. She reminds me of things I've done, things she can't wholly remember, they're just feelings now, and it's not that they're anything beyond trivial. It's just that we were both there, so young once, and so beautiful; I'm sure she'd like if I could remember things as well,

Ahh, the Stag Party season; that wonderful time of year when men of all ages are allowed to get together for one night and celebrate the end of one man's life of making stupid and questionable decisions as he enters into that state of being where all his stupid and questionable decisions are made for him: marriage. How does said male mark this passage? By getting all of his friends together so as to allow them to make his stupid and questionable decisions for him (you see, his fate is sealed, he can't make s+q decisions anymore, so must blame it on his friends when they do it for him). And depending on the type of friends the condemned man has, err, the groom to be, stag parties can vary from your basic, f-b-r (food, beer, raffle) setup to your more extravagant f-bo-m.r-btb's-s-a.p.h. (food, booze, multiple raffles, bus to bars, strippers, and possibly hookers). Short and sweet, or prolonged and painful, there is always one common element to these stag parties (two if the g

Albany, this past weekend. The stage was set, people's birthdays were occurring, people's birthdays were on the brink. Tons of people born within a week, who can even stand it? To celebrate the sheer lunacy of that many days of birth I decided it best to get a room downtown at the Hampton Inn, it was a classy move on my part, and I highly recommend you do the same when you get a chance, it really completes the experience. For the sake of the principle parties involved, the bulk of my night was spent in the company of this guy, that guy, and the other guy. That guy and I showed up to this guy and the other guy's apartment around 7 or so, we had some delicious pizza, watched some hardcore tapes (wrestling, you dirty birds) and then Steve Maley and I headed over to Beth Wallace's/Chrissie's region for Beth's birthday, I was bored, because I was driving and could not drink, so I moped and then we left, because I was moping about the place (more accurately I was sitt