I woke up with a half a post stuck in my phone this morning and I laughed because it sounded like a medical condition when I had that thought. Turns out I wanted to put some pictures up from the end of this years football season while sitting at the bar. Drinking and posting have always been a questionable mix for me but old habits die hard and last night turned out to be nothing.

Today is going to be a mixed bag. I have a to-do list as long as my arm and then the wife’s 30th reunion this evening. The reunion is an official Red Light Green Light situation. Red Light means that I will be on my best most cordial behavior. This is the standard operating mode for most social gatherings where meeting people and impressions are a priority. Red light also means that there will be no bored over-serving myself.

This gathering is a bit different. My wife is a bit worried about some of the old social issues from three decades ago coming out to play. I have learned more about this period of her life in the last two weeks than in our previous 27 odd years together and some of it makes me more than a little cranky. But those are her stories to tell and I just needed the mention to explain my possible green light.

Green Light means that I have permission to be full-on ME. My default base comfort place is a deep cutting smart ass. I shouldn’t say default because I am generally a nice person who is just trying to do the best I can every day… But, there’s something about shit talk that I love.

I don’t know why and there are probably volumes of psychological reasons but asshole has always come easy for me. There is a not so small part of me hoping for things to go sideways. It’s rare and has been a long time since I’ve had a chance to use the blowtorch so maybe that has something to do with it but I’m really hoping someone wants to get shitty tonight. (I think that horrific sentence was brought to you by the good people at anticipatory excitement)

I can no longer avoid the yard work and the more I type the more confusing this becomes. I’ll quit while I’m behind.

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