I meant to write this blog two weeks ago, but considering the festivities today and all, this is the right time for it.
It's a Dropkick day...
"Now there comes a day in every man's life
Where decisions have to be made:
Whether to toil, to labor,
Or just plain piss your days away, away, away. "
I was listening to the good ole Murphy's on my last little roadtrip to Orlando, and it seemed like every song was resonating. Now, of course, I am looking over the songs and saying, eh? Somedays things hit you you and somedays they don't. And when the don't, you just laugh at the sentimental blabbering fool that is you on the other days.
Still, that stanza has stuck with me. I'm on the downside of the trip now, and all the answers about my future that I was sure would come in a moment of divine asphalt induced inspiration never materialized. I have no clue what I'm going to be doing next year, or even six months from now. If I go on as I have been, I'll just be pissing my days away. Which has a great appeal, I have to admit it. Still, I was hoping that something out here in America would just whack me over the head and say, Here! This is what you were meant to be doing with your life.
"Times were tough, but the memories remain
Situations rough, but we overcame,
Side by side one for all together we grew
'Cause when it's said and done I'll look back on friends like you."
This is the first St. Paddy's day in a while that I won't be whooping it up with my buddies back home... sigh. homesick and missing the gang. My first legal St. Paddy's day was in SF. Jeff and I hit the bars early, heading to the Shannon Arms for a little cabbage and Guinness well before the sun went down. There was a man already well on his way to loss of consciousness who adopted us and introduced us to everyone in the bar. His best friend was a swaying man they called "Frenchie" holding on for dear life to a glass of wine.
"Riot tonight, everybody LET'S GO!
Gonna start a fight, but with who I don't fucking know!
It doesn't take a big man to knock somebody down,
Just a little courage to lift him off the ground."
.... I think I was a little soccer-fannish that day. No comment today, as I feel quite Zen and peaceful.
"And whack Fol-de-dah now dance to your partner,
Welt the floor, your trotters shake
Wasn't it the truth I told ye,
Lot's of fun at Finnegan's Wake!"
Have fun tonight, y'all.
*Posted next day:
I forgot to mention another reason I was bummed last night. I always planned to be in Boston by this time so I could see the Dropkick Murphy's live and enjoy a proper St. Patrick's Day, East Coast Irish Catholic style. Well, this won't be the last trip I take; my list of future stops just keeps getting longer.
Buddy Jesus fell off the dash yesterday. I pasted him back up, but he's turned the wrong way now. He used to point and wink just at me, my own personal savior; now he points and winks just over my left shoulder.