Decisions, decisions (Update)
It's roughly about 7:00 in the evening here in the greatness of 100 degree Texas weather. While at school/work today, there happened to be quite a little downpour. Luckily, my three colleagues and myself were safely tucked away in a booth inside our favorite haunt as the rain beat down. As expected, whenever I completed my evening commute back to my home, I noticed that not a drop or precipitation had fallen at my home. Apparently, God himself is in on the scheme to run up my water bill. I considered mowing for a little while, but then decided against it. It will have to wait until tomorrow.
So here I am sitting at home, slightly bored with way too much shit that I need to be doing. What my father always classified as "the want-to" has currently left me. All I have now for company is a "drinking way too many beers during the day and then suddenly stopping" headache which has become quite a distraction as I peruse the book of tales and random nature sketches which has become assigned reading for my Hawthorne class. I should be reading--TGLJC knows I'll never make it to the secondary critical readings--but the odds of that happening are growing fainter and fainter as the time passes. It's almost as if the body objects to the teasing of pouring small amounts of alcohol into it. In retaliation, it summons a dreary mid-day headache that often rivals even the sorriest of next morning hangovers. But it is the daytime still, and there is still so much to do, yet I don't seem to have the attention span to even read a page, much less an entire story.
So that leaves me with a decision to make. While my intentions earlier today revolved around an evening of consumption, my plan was unfortunately aborted by a prior engagement which rendered my fellow associates relatively unwilling to partake in said drinking, as the majority of them were still suffering from post-habanero syndrome and the excessive imbibing of champagne cocktails. So with this in mind, I will focus my energies on the task at hand--to continue drinking and get absolutely nothing accomplished, or stop and let the pain in my head gradually subside until I am once again able to function as a willing and agreeable graduate student.
************Update************
Apparently, God hasn't finished tormenting me with the rain. While I can't seem to get a drop to fall from the sky here, rain appears to be abundant in Cancun according to the latest weather forecast. I'm still expecting a hurricane, just because. But then again, at least the temperature should stay out of the triple digit range.
Wed
Jul 19 Isolated T-Storms
91°/80°
Thu
Jul 20 Isolated T-Storms
91°/79°
Fri
Jul 21 Isolated T-Storms
88°/79°
Sat
Jul 22 Scattered T-Storms
89°/80°
Sun
Jul 23 Isolated T-Storms
90°/80°
8 Comments:
Mimosas not champagne coctails, fucker. What the hell? Do you take us for some kind of pussies?
Sorry about that. I would certainly hate to disparage your good name or make you angry in any way . . .
Why can't I quit you?
I don't even have any witty comments left in me.
It didn't rain at my house either, hence I still had to partake in the nightly cycling obligation.
Good times.
I just got off the phone with my brother, and we had a couple of solutions to the rain problem we are expecting to encounter:
1) I thought about carrying a picture of my house around with me all of the time, since it would never rain there.
2) My brother recommended each of us should carry some grass from his lawn for the same reason. We're thinking of making some type of straw hats out of the grass which might help us blend in with the indigenous people, allowing us to complete our ethnographic study of the region. I'm thinking of going with the Huck Finn look.
A- Prepare some witty things for tomorrow, since my untimely death will likely occur sometime before noon on Wednesday. It could be our last moment together (sigh!)
E- There was a report on the news today where a couple had 250 dogs in and behind their trailer house. I couldn't tell if they had satellite or not, but I would assume so.
C- Why don't you ever call me anymore?
I'll be looking for the various reports which may give us some insight regarding your untimely death.
I'm thinking that it may be due to one of the following causes:
1) Given that it will be your first plane ride ever in addition to the various
misfortunes/complications you tend to attract, there's a good possibility that the plane will go down. Just be sure to be inebriated, perhaps it will be rather painless.
2)After a long 2 day stint at some hole in the wall Mexican bar where you have decided to hit on a migrant's indigenous girlfriend (Enrique's would be a prime example) you could possibly end up in some kind of bar fight (hmm...maybe a knife fight? Perhaps you'll even earn an unisghtly scar)with a Mexican gang. You'll look for the police but will only encounter the ever corrupt la migra. Thus, your body could be dumped somewhere in the desert, perhaps only slightly hidden by a few tumbleweeds.
3) While you are spending a relaxing day at the beach reading The Time Traveler's Wife, a monsoon will decidedly hit the shores of Cancun to ravage the city with a tidal wave. You do know how to swim, right?
Which ending sounds the most appealing? Let me know ahead of time so I can add an addendum to your obituary.
I'm really just kidding. I'm sure you'll have a good time.
Possible movie ideas from E's unhappy endings for my life:
1)The Mexican version of Lost, known (of course) as El Losto, where one man must overcome all odds in order to survive on a remote island in the middle of the Rio Grande. Surrounded by dangerous drug lords on one side and a corrupt Border Patrol on the other, he must rejoin society using only his wits, his trusty sidekick Jeff the Frown, and a dogeared copy of James Joyce's Ulysses.
2)"Bad Leroy Brown": The Movie (based on the Jim Croce song)-- A somewhat arrogant gringo accosts a not-too-attractive woman in order to ask directions to the local whorehouse in order to watch the donkey show. Unfortunately, her boyfriend Enrique, who is seriously wasted on glue and marijuana, assumes he is trying to snatch his beautiful lover from him. A horrid knife-fight ensues, and our hero dies a tragic death. After the incident, Enrique sobers up only to finally see how disgusting his girlfriend is. Sadly, he tosses himself in front of a train to end his misery. [Everyone who doesn't understand this should read Enrique's Journey--it's pretty funny]
3) The Perfect Storm: Cancun Nights--our hero is caught up in a horrible hurricane that threatens the safety of thousands of tourists. The only way to prevent inevitable death is to dance the night away using only latino-inspired dances: the Lambada, the Rumba, the Cha-cha and of course the Mexican Hat Dance.
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