Tony and Brenna are in town… they stopped by… Yippie!
I didn’t blog about it.
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absinthe
Played domestic catch-up over the weekend – but still took some time to have another one of those Sunday drives where you intentionally get lost in an area, (quite close) – that you’ve never explored before.
Buddy Tony was in town visiting his sister who is on the mend from a rather nasty car accident… Fortunately hospital visiting hours as well as his threshold for his family are finite – so we got to hang out a couple of times. 
It’s always great to see him and he was a good sport when I gave him hell about owning, (and then WEARING), an Eames inspired print shirt. I’M the mid-century design dork… he’s supposed to be the helplessly un-hip sweet guy with a PHD… Of course I’m just jealous.. I want the shirt… and about a half a dozen of the chairs abstractly represented on it..
I stowed away some Absinthe on the plane back from Cayman and figured T’s visit was a great excuse to try some.
It’s really… urr.. nasty,… herby? Think Licorice.
The active chemical which prohibits this from being imported to the US is similar in composition to THC.
I don’t think sipping a shot of this stuff over ice was enough to really feel the effect… I did feel a little something, but that could have been from the alcohol.
Honestly… Considering our consumption style anymore when it comes to alcohol – the only way we would have seen a green fairy is if I dipped my body in food coloring and pranced around the room.
I think it’d be good in a desert drink of some kind… something with ice-cream?
I think I’m not blogging.
hair
hair priorities over the decades
Alright – so we’re back in St. Louis finally… The trip back was a long ass kicker – taking nearly two hours to break free from Chicago rush-hour.
Took the following day to relax, do laundry and swim through the many iPhoto dumps made during the excursion.
While anally labeling and time stamping the images I remembered an older archive scan from yesterdecade. I had promised Brenna (previous non-entry) that I wouldn’t share her stogie pic with the world, (for if I was maintaining a blog – then fair turnabout would be posting an equally embarrassing photo of Tony). The one I have on hand – drags me right into that ball of shame…
“Dr. Tony” and I were best mates back in those days. I can still remember the adolescent sense of freedom when we’d drive for countless hours, nowhere, with the windows rolled down in his mother’s flesh colored Doge Aspen. Aside from the moving landscape, the only sensory stimulation was the blaring Duran Duran B-Sides and the stench our combined overuse of Beneton Colorsâ„¢. (And how did only I wind up being the fag?)
T’s new woman has definitely put him through a type of finishing school – I assume the kind you get when you shack up with a dame with real class… but funny – every once in a while little “Tonyisms” still surface. We’re all really the same people we were in high school – just polished up some.
Oh yeah – and with a significantly less pronounced focus on hair.
high-end grub
smooooooooth
Returned to the hotel, freshened up and jumped the brown-line to Tony’s neck of the woods.
I’ve been friends with Tony since age 15. When I start doing the math, I start feeling really old.
“Dr. Tony”, works as a management consultant despite his doctorate in chemical engineering at MIT – Though he enjoys a decent salary, he is starting to learn that “souled out” feeling that comes when you become a corporate cog. He’s not happy – and it shows between his words and in his eyes. I think he’s getting ready to break out – and make a change. I know whatever he’ll do – he’ll kick ass..
Tony lives with his girlfriend Brenna – who I had only met in passing before. What a great woman. Articulate, complex, intelligent, oh yeah – and AN AWSOME COOK.
Dinner continued to the patio out back and consumed pricey red wine, cigars and designer cigarettes.
Brenna really let her hair down – which was reassuring… It’s one thing to be pleasant and wonderful and put on a good act for your boyfriend’s odd out of town buddies – but to cut loose and carry on like one of the boys? – She’s genuine. I hope Tony gives her a ring… This one’s a keeper.
Geoffrey, not used to red wine, got schlitzed. We poured him into a cab and returned to the hotel. I promised him that nobody would ever find out about him hitting on the cab driver since I don’t blog.