Yesterday, for no other reason than humankind's endless need to label everything was Monday. Now I don't fault the human race's proclivity to tag everything for future reference. It makes going to the library and the pharmacist a whole lot better I'll tell you. I'm just saying that if we (big generalization here, I mean I never got to vote or anything) hadn't first decided the oddly glowing gray ball in the sky at night needed to be given a moniker then we wouldn't even know what Monday is. Since it was decided by some germanic tribesmen that that thing up there that changes every week to a different shape is a Goddess; namely Mani (wrongly called Mona by the unmitigated gaul of those in Gaul) it was thought to be a tribute to call one period of "time" between the appearance of Sol, or Ra or the Sun, and the next darkness in the honor Mona. Hence the Moon and its tribute day Monaday, or Maniday or heck lets call it Monday. So every seven light dark intervals later (decided by a council of all the greatest minds in the know world; I think not!) a week is achieved, and we get another Monday for our troubles. It is easy to test my statement, every time there is a light and dark interval as described above look at the bendy grasping things that let you get food to your eating hole in under the area where seeing takes place. Randomly assign each one of those bendies a •. After you have finished one set of bendies at one side of your frontal surface and have gone to the other side you will not get past this many assignations ••••• •• of bendies before it is Monday. Weird huh? No matter how many times you do it it always ends up Monday (if you started on a Tuesday that is!). Now I don't have time to explain what a Tuesday is but it is the • o.k.? If you can grasp that premise then the rest is easy. Because there are no snakes in Ireland, shamrocks are considered lucky, and a Catholic named Patrick (along with 28 % of all Micks) is Sainted therefore, we drink beer (and I thought that was going to be hard to explain).
So... Yesterday after work, on St. Patricks Day Jenni and I went to the Chatterbox for a few Harps, not the kind toted by cherubim or Gallant women, the kind in a bottle. A Bier. Or even better straight from a tap. I digress again. Blah, blah, blah... Chatterbox, Travis, Kay and Mel, Judy and David, Paul Burns, DeAnne, Rachel oh and Rich back from Bristol (not the one on the British Isles inappropriately enough). Also making their first appearance at the Chatterbox was Donna, Paula and Lori from the 10 for 13 league.
Tonight I will be seeing them again as I sub for Rich's team.
Summation. Last night Beer and singing, tonight Bowling Beer and Pizza.
Wow I should have saved the (tagging things) words.
Chuck Pace © 2008