Our last St. Patrick’s Day together. Or as I call it Green Day!
All these last holidays on the blog are gonna be hard for me. I think most of you know I’m a sucker for tradition and holidays. Repetition is comforting in many ways, and Holidays are the best repetition out there if you ask me.
I have said many times before I am a mutt. My family bloodline reads like America. The real America, not the one Trump and his cronies talk about. I have a family tree filled with just about every ethnicity among its branches. This has always given me a unique view on racism and ethnic or color pride. I’ve blogged about all this before. I bring it up again because the first branch on my family tree with a so-called bloodline is my Grandpa, he’s full-blooded Irish. That doesn’t make me Irish any more than I am all the other heritages that I’m blood related through. To me they are all mixed together ruining through my veins making me all of them and none of them. A zero (deep, right?). Still on St Patrick’s Day that Irish does come out.
A few years back I really put a curb on my drinking. I’m not a big drinker, I don’t drink at home or on a regular basis, my addiction has never been the substance, but the atmosphere. I’m addicted to the party. “I thought I told ya,” remember? (That’s for only the full ZW reader, no part timer will get it), anyways, back when I first started this blog I had a big birthday party, I taped some of it to post on this blog (like I said, I had just started the ZW), but none of it ever made it on here, LOL. I got wasted (spelled right). I mean way to fucked up. It was held at Vince Neil’s then brand new Vegas restaurant. It was pretty bad ass. There was Vince Neil brand vodka and tequila. Tequila is just one of those things I stopped doing in my twenties. But it was my birthday and Vince Neil was on the bottle. So when the vodka was gone, I had a few shots of tequila. I drank a lot that night and the video I made shows it. At one point I did remember I wanted to tape some messages for this blog, and as we all know I never put it up. With good reason. I was fucking drunk! Really drunk. And the messages were all the same, “Fuck you Flukeyou” “Fuck you MM7”. Watching them back was funny, but also a little too much. It was the last time I got that drunk. I owe that to the blog I guess, because it has been a blessing. Like I said, I never really drank on a regular, but when I did drink, I went all the way. And that may be fine for a younger me, but I’m not a younger me any more.
This all fits together how? Well, there are 3 times a year I really like to drink, my birthday, New Years, and St. Patrick’s Day. Since that birthday party 3 years ago I have drunk on my birthday and New Year’s, and had just as good of a time as back when I would over do it, without having to spend half the night throwing up in the bathroom or 2 days of recuperation in bed. Tonight though will be the first St. Patrick’s Day since that birthday party that I am actually going out. I mean it’s a holiday for drinking… dangerous for my Irish blood.
But its Friday night and friends are asking for us. I can’t keep skipping Green Day for ever just because green beer has finally lost its novelty. Plus as I said, this is our last Green Day together. That calls for a celebration!
So I’m doing it right. I have a my Mickey’s in the freezer, Green Day playing on the stereo (“The Warning” is the best album for today, but any Green Day song will do), and I’m ready for a dangerous night, lol.
As a side note, I know there is talk about the blog being down or me being afraid or my followers hiding… man, that shit is so funny. People obsessing with delusions that I give a shit about them.
As far as the “War” with Dorothy goes, I’m still winning, don’t kid yourselves. All you pesky little flies buzzing around lately thinking you matter… I’ve grown to like a few of you, some of you are so insignificant I already forgot who you were, and a few of you are verging on DPH status.
Sorry to end this post on a repetition we could do with out, but right as i was about to finish and post this, I got a Message at Facebook letting me know that there are people out there still itching for my attention. I won’t say who it was (as if I have to) and i definately won’t break any codes and post snapshots of the message… but it basically let me know people are talking about me and the blog. Which is all good. I want people to talk about this place, please continue. But why do you have to let me know you are doing it? Why do you feel the need to dare me to pay attention to you?
That’s not aimed at any one person. From Dorothy to Susie and all these little flies buzzing ’round my head, you can all take what you want from it. And you do. I want to get back to Green Day though, so…
Raise a glass… click on the song below… and Happy Green Day everyone!
P.S. for more Green Day, check out the ZW FB all day long: