Neanderpundit

in Greensboro last week we arrived on time for our flight. Which was cancelled. So we waited several hours for the replacement flight.

While we waited, we chatted with the bartender, a fixture in the Sam Adams bar there for as long as I’ve been travelling. She had just gotten back from rehab, and we spent some time discussing how sucky a career choice bartender was for her.

I’da never made her for a drunk, though. See, you get to know enough of them, and it seems that alcohol/drugs do to women what age does to men; their asses disapear.

Oh, sure, there are fat women drunks, but the hardcore ones, the skinny hard drinking drug using girls, their asses just seem to go the fuck away. Meth seems especial good at this but booze is also effective. I don’t know what celebrity drunks do to save their kiesters, but for an example of what I’m talking about, take a gander at Amy Winehouse’s ass.

Anyway, the bartendress didn’t lose her ass, it was still right there and not hard to look at at all.

lollygagged around most of yesterday. Today I’m back from mass and breakfast, and I really don’t have the ambition to do much lawnmowing, though I really need to. Hope the ambition surfaces later today.

with someone I haven’t spoken to in years, over thirty years to be exact.

My high school was very small and my classmates not numerous, I knew them all and knew them well. I guess there has to be a misfit in any crowd, and I was the misfit there.

I suppose in retrospect they’ve all landed on their feet in one way or another. I’m not sure what would make them think I’d fit in anymore now than I did then, he made overtures about getting together but that’s not likely.

So hearing from one of my classmates who sounds very much as though he’s spent the last thirty years attached to a bong, well, it wasn’t any kind of great shakes.