Shaken Not Stirred

Friday, December 28, 2007

I Am Still Here

I am still around. I'm not bailing on the whole blogging thing. I've just been busy with my family and cousins. I've never realized that holidays can be so exhausting until this year. No drama. No headaches. Just having to entertain and meet people for lunch, dinner and night time get togethers.

I've had an awesome time with everyone though and as people start to make their treks back to their new homes (in other states or cities), I realize how much I'm going to miss everyone. And for some reason (even if I'm not leaving or meeting an ex-girlfriend) I'm hearing that song by Dan Fogelberg "Auld Lang Syne" over and over in my head.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Happy Holidays

Hi, I'm going to be posting a lot less this time of year. Lots of stuff to do and also many parties to attend.

My family (extended) do a novena (nine days of prayer) to St. Nino (the child Jesus). So we get together in a different home (one of my relatives) every night until Christmas to say our prayers. Lots of good times and good eating!! I'm going to have to roll myself out the door in a few days.

I'm home for the holidays and it's good to be around family and friends. It seems like I just got here a few days ago and in a few days I'm going to have to leave again. It bums me out.

I'll try to post during the holiday!!
Happy holidays to all!!

Monday, December 10, 2007


So the last week or so I've had really bad insomnia. What I Got So Far has posted about his in several posts and I'm an avid reader of his blog. Maybe I caught a case of it as a result of his thought provoking prose. I'll just blame him because it's easier to blame than to diagnose a real cause. I'm not awake because I'm thinking about anything stressful. Well, I am thinking of a few things, but nothing that should keep me up at night. So let's just say that his few posts concerning insomnia have seeped into my sleep center.

I've tried many things to get myself to sleep. I've even put the television in my room on TV Land--late at night. There are shows like Andy Griffith, Three's Company (no digs at you Egg. I know you loved this show) and Designing Women which only have air time after midnight. All of these shows should induce comas right? Maybe it's the light flickering in a dark room or the phony sounding laugh tracks that keep me from slumber. I'm not sure, but this channel doesn't help me to count sheep.

Let's see, the point of my posts was not really about the insomnia. I was going to write that as a side effect of insomnia and trying to find ways to knock myself out, I had the channel on TV Land. Last night I heard the word nudist colony on an episode of Designing Women so I cracked open my eye to peep. And no, I was not expecting to see any sort of nudity on a wholesome family sit-com. There really wasn't anything to see, they just talked about the nudity more than show it. I was interested to hear why this show was using the words nudist colony in the first place.

But this got me thinking about the documentaries I've seen about nudist colonies. The HBO reality show Real Sex has on occasion mentioned or shown some nudist colonies. This show is real and it's about sex, but it doesn't do real sex and justice. Mostly it shows wrinkled overweight people giving advice about orgasms. I'm wondering if the Playboy mansion is the only place where nudity involves really hot girls and not hairy hippies or retired voyeurs.

This is an effect of my insomnia--incoherent babbling.

Sunday, December 02, 2007

A Blunder

My friend brought over the DVD for Fantastic Four:Rise of the Silver Surfer, Shrek 3, and Oceans Thirteen. Yes, we are a little behind as far as movies go, but with good reason.

Anyway, I enjoyed all three movies. The bachelor party scene in Fantastic Four shoved me back in time to a memory I haven't thought for awhile. This post will be a pseudo confesional--so imagine me in one of those reality show tell all rooms with a bright light shining on face and showing the oil on my nose and forehead. This really isn't a good confession, but I've gotta get it off my chest.

A couple years ago one of my female friends invited me to her wedding. I had grown up with her--we've been friends since kindergarten. Plus she asked me to be an usher and do a reading. I felt important so I made plans to go.

A few days before the wedding, her fiance called me and invited me to come a few days early to join in the festivities of his bachelor party. I had only met him once at one of her family gatherings. I was skeptical about going, but had nothing else to do. And he had told me that the rooms had been paid for, I was more than welcome to bunk up with one of his buddies. The topper was that his best man had paid for everything, including the open bar.

And the bachelor party went off without a hitch. Nothing too outrageous and nothing that would dictate getting shots of penicillin. The next evening I was having dinner with my friend and some of her relatives. She asked me if anything crazy happened at the bachelor party. I ignored the question and changed the subject.

Later on in the evening, she asked me again about the bachelor party. She swore up and down that she wasn't the jealous type, that she knew that guys got crazy. She kept pestering me and pestering me. She asked if there were strippers there--so I said yes there was and that one had given her fiance a lap dance. And then she goes, "see, I don't care".

It was never brought up again. The wedding happened and she smiled in all the pictures. I wonder now if she ever told her husband that I had disclosed some party information. And I wonder if it was ever used evidence in any little squabbles they may have had. They are still happily married by the way--I just saw them over the summer.

My brother says I should have been banned from any bachelor parties for ten years for opening my mouth. In fact he pesters me about whether or not I told any females about his bachelor party.

And now almost 10 years later, you get this boring post from a memory jogged by the bachelor party scene of Fantastic Four.