Monday, May 03, 2004
One to Grow On
I don’t know about you, but I tend to spend my weekends learning. Learning, for instance, that any evening that begins with the consumption of several bottles of wine in a hotel room is unlikely to end in the discovery of a new sub-atomic particle or the drafting of a comprehensive Middle Eastern peace accord. No, I now understand that the only logical end of such an evening is an excruciatingly slow 4 AM homeward journey in a scratched and dented van cab, accompanied by the sounds of Chicago’s Top Really Bad Reggae Station, followed by a rapid descent into unconsciousness, preferably with six-hour-old chewing gum still in one’s mouth. Admittedly, this lesson is unlikely to become an After School Special starring Tony Danza any time soon, but it is of unquestionable value, at least while Ernest and Julio Gallo remain at large.
I don’t know about you, but I tend to spend my weekends learning. Learning, for instance, that any evening that begins with the consumption of several bottles of wine in a hotel room is unlikely to end in the discovery of a new sub-atomic particle or the drafting of a comprehensive Middle Eastern peace accord. No, I now understand that the only logical end of such an evening is an excruciatingly slow 4 AM homeward journey in a scratched and dented van cab, accompanied by the sounds of Chicago’s Top Really Bad Reggae Station, followed by a rapid descent into unconsciousness, preferably with six-hour-old chewing gum still in one’s mouth. Admittedly, this lesson is unlikely to become an After School Special starring Tony Danza any time soon, but it is of unquestionable value, at least while Ernest and Julio Gallo remain at large.
