That's What Friends are For
03/02/08 10:40 AM
| Up ChucksYesterday after work, feeling a little down and misting from the loss of my madchen and listing to starboard from the hole in my port rudder, Rich Culy and John David Owen asked me to join them for libations at the Old Point. After a few Smid'icks were drowned in our sorrows we headed up to the Chatterbox for another round of rounds, there we were joined by more mutineers, LeAnne Bailey and Kris Bowman. They too commiserated when I disseminated that I felt eviscerated without my Bimmer around me. At 9:20 we decided to drown more miseries in Bazbeaux bounty.
We walked the masonry, concrete and asphalt plank to the pizza and sandwich island without incident, I had switched to water and diet cola beverages by then and soon dispatched an entire 10" Hawaiian Pizza. Merry was made and conversation was pleasant and humourous. I was glad to not have to think about my losses and limbs for a few hours, just enjoying the company of friends not fiends, and fleeing from failures and faults for a few. But that is what friends are for.
I awoke at 7AM this morning and headed out for breakfast fixings no worse for the wear, thanks to two sodas and a pizza, and the good sense to stop in time. If I had continued I might have been more like the lad in this next set of lyrics.
More winsome words of wisdom from the great Elvis Costello, like I said he has something for every situation
Think I look a little green
I never felt this way before
I think somebody's spiked my drink
and that's what friends are for
Baby will you stick by me
Baby everything's gone a little hazy
Baby if I just lay out on the floor
Go ahead and enjoy yourself
That's what friends are for.
That is some wall.. just watch,
Chuck Pace © 2008 |
...wait for it!!