MARK. SET. GO-BBBBBLLLLEE! (The one where I went had CRAB LEGS!... I didn't/don't eat 'em, I hate fish, crustaceans, but, just wanted you to get the gist of the situation, excitement, yum, happy, yada)
Of course we all demark the moments of life. Granny in Parenthood and her love for the rollercoaster. Garth has his friends in low places where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases his blues away, and he'll be ok. Judy, admiring that bluebirds fly over the rainbow, why can't she.
Yum happens. Oh my, I really enjoyed that date. I think I'm gonna think about you every moment, every second, for the resta my life. Remember THAT feel? Bless those of you still feeling it, er, or, living it. We all remember those moments even if things didn't work out - but golly gee - good, great in the meantime.
Fan, or course, is a shortened version of Fanatic. I am that. You? Don't gotta be sports, can be anything? One buddy, walking up to 'a buffet in life', is, selling a nifty new (enter 6 different kind'a new cars here) car off the showroom floor.
Anudder friend, he's takes his "Go Pro" on his head as he drives his ATV across the property, and, he follers HIS little 'buddy' as he barks, swims, wags, turns around to make sure "You watchin' me?".. this venture, that brook, jump here, chase there.. stick, must get stick. Happily does, must take stick home. Film me dad. Done deal. AND THEN, our buddy posts his videos of HIS buddy on Facebook and WE ALL ARE AT THAT BIG BUFFET AT THE CASINO.............. YUM................... more, edge of chair yet, relaxing... in love with buddy from the first time we laid our eyes on his four paws... It's good, all good.
And even anudder buddy, let's call him "Mr Successful I got'ma own App"... he has a rollout (akin to heap big casino buffet)... sits back, mebbe thinks, "I did that. Well, I didn't do dat by myself, but, if it tweren't for me, we wouldnt'a done dat." Grab another plate David, deserving.
Kids, or, grandkids, fetched up in the SUV or whaddever ya drive, all about the town at Christmas time at night...... lookin' at that buffet of life - (how do you spell oooh? I guess like that).. Ooohhhs and ahhhhs at the clever, gorgeous, displays about roofs, eaves and yards. For us old farts, it's a life moment you getta be a young fart again. I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it, we can dig it, you can dig it, oh let's dig it.
What else?
Kool-Aid Kool-Aid, tastes great, which I had some, can't wait!
Binge watching into the wee hours until you find yourself needing a toothpick to keep the eyes propped open, and you find two empty popcorn bags by your side.. Don't care, as in, not a care in the world when you start watching, and whomever (or is it whoever, help me cousin English teacher!) calls, texts, rings the doorbell, NOPE.. I'M AT THE CASINO BUFFET, LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE, PHONE ON SILENT, FEED THE DADGUM DOGS (AND FER SURE THE DAYUM CAT) I DON'T WANNA MISS A MINUTE OF THIS SHOW. YUM. GO-BBBBBBLLEEE~!
The Royals. Youi talking England Victor? Nope, but if that's your gig, git jiggy wit' it. I'm talking baseball Ray. Victor, they're only 2 games over 500. I know, EXCITING AIN'T IT! (Long time, no stand in line at buffet in our fine City). Or, your team, the Cards, the Cowboys, the 49'ers, Packers, Vikings, Lakers, and yes Lisa, even the Red Wings........YUM, GOBBLE. FEED ME SEYMOUR. I'M A FAN(ATIC).
A bit personal now, sorry not sorry. I sit now (home alone), my car decided to take a break. Give me break. Give me a break, break me off'a piece'a that Kit Kat Bar and had a tow truck fetch car to the mechanic's shop. Victor, that don't sound like no HEAP BIG CASINO BUFFET moment. Well, no... and yes.
Many aware I lost my son St. Patty's Day of this year. That car that's in the shop. It's probably there because my son and I took it on hella trips, here, there, lotsawheres. Like any parenting, child relationship, it wasn't always rosy. After work daily (he didn't drive).. I'd pick him up, or if he didn't have to work, we'd still go on a 'Spin', 7 days a week (unless like on rare occasions,, I had an itchy itchy rash, or, 7+ inches of snow or mebbe my boomerang wouldn't come back.).. "Where you wanna go today dad?".. I dunno, airport (my fav) maybe?... OK, let's, but, tomorrow, can we drive through dwntown Excelsior? (son's fav).. Sure.
So, we did. We had that daily buffet. Airport, Excelsior, Smithville, Lathrop, St. Joe, Cameron, Weston, Platte City, Leavenworth, Parkville, Downtown KC on Saturdays (where he worked for years and he'd guide me about), the Plaza, Westport, Ward Parkway (WOW, look at the size'a them houses!), Richmond, Orrick, Independence, Blue Springs, Oak Grove, etc, etc, you name the Burb, we went there, multiple times... even a long spin to Eureka Springs, AR. A smorgasbord of life, grabbing a new plate, each and every day. Yum. Gobble.
Sure, tons of moments in life that plain suck. Gotta friend that just got let go from her job for I have no idea why. Sent a message, 'I'm sorry. you're a good hard worker, great with people, baby setback, you'll be back on your feet in no time." Before she could reply, she was already working again, back on her feet - yum.
The moments, they ain't all rosy - but, when they are, YUM. FEED ME SEYMOUR, OH, AND I GOTTA NEW PLATE.
Even in times of dispair (Flat tire Victor?) Funny ha ha. No, Ahmed. Ahmed from Uber came thru, got me to work at 6:15am yesterday, tipped accordingly. After work, Uber not so rosy. Cheapy size car with cheapy rate, unavailable. Next size up size, with next size up cost, nope. Sorry. Glamour, deluxe size, YES, we're available, arm/leg and tip cost, but also, 40 minutes away. Like my stepson usedta' say, "Not No's, but hells no's."
I'll download the Lyft app, surely they gotta buffet too? DID, at 30% of the cost for Uber's glamour size, and, driver 4 minutes away. Left me with enough bucks I could tip him an amount he could mebbe go have a heap big casino buffet.
Gotta run. Happy day. Hungry. Wonder if the Golden Corral is open yet?
Love, Victurd
(Side note... ya gotta (don't ya?) love life and the dipsey doo of it all. The mechanic joint I had my car towed to... apparently sign on door "Closed today, back open tomorrow." All you can do is giggle... but... if you see an old geezer on a motorized scooter heading to get cigs at Cody's (or whatever it's called now) and you giggle, *WARNING* he may throw rocks at you!
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