Also...

Drew: Hey Wes, do you think you'll still be going out when I'm old enough to drink?
Wes: [pause] Does a bear shit in the woods?

Rod: Is hooni-juana really illegal?

Me: I just don't know what he wants from me!
Miranda: Well... have you asked him?

K: It's The New Yorker... it's existential.

Matt: I think you just need to molest him. Get it over with.

So you like me, huh? - Broken English

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and this never leaves my thoughts:

I would know that
before this life closes,
a soulmate to share my roses -
I would make a spell
with long grey beard hairs
and powdered rosemary and rue,
with the jacket of a tux
for a tall man
with broad shoulders,
who loves to dance;
with one blue contact lens
for his bluest eyes;
with honey in a jar
for his love of me;
with salt in a dish
for his love of sex and skin;
with crushed rose petals
for out bed;
with tubes of cerulean blue
and vermilion and rose madder
for his artist's eye;
with a dented Land Rover fender
for his love of travel;
with a poem by Blake
for his love of innocence
revealed by experience;
with soft rain
and a bare head;
with hand-in-hand dreams on Mondays
and the land of fuck
on Sundays;
with mangoes, papayas
and limes,
and a house towering
above the sea.
- Erica Jong

quotecyclopedia, November edition

E: Hey Allison, you ever notice how we're really only at our best... when we're horizontal?

Why are we in such a rush to move from confused to Confucius? Do we search for 'lessons' to lessen the pain? - Sex and the City

Kisses are a better fate than wisdom. - e e cummings

E: For the record, we are now going to refer to it as the crunk-try club.

Karson: ... and that guy in the grey vest? [head shake]

C: She looked like... Marie Antoinette. And not in a good way.

E: oh my god, you watched the showgirls vip edition without me?? i hate that i fall asleep so early.

Ok, you're not exactly what I call 'eye candy'... you're more like... 'eye patch candy.' - Will & Grace

Ana: I heard it... on the street.

LaTrelle: You eat with that mouth?
LaVonda: Mostly!
- Sordid Lives

UNDER PRESSURE. - David Bowie

Peter: Walked into bdubs kokomo... walked out. Drinking at chilis. This town rocks.

David: Man, there's nothing quite like Night Before Thanksgiving Bar Night With All The Local Rednecks In Your Hometown. Ah, I've missed it.

This bumper... was pulled off... by the bus... OF SELENAS! - Selena

and it's ALL coming BACK to me nowwwwwwwwwwww... - Celine Dion

Let's see...

my whiskey cocktail is half-full... and it's not my first of the night.

there is a dead buck in the bed of the truck in the garage in my house. surprisingly that is not the lyrics to some backwoods redneck summer campfire song, it's just the reality of life chez mitchell.

if one were to take this as a slice of life of the mitchell family, one would actually believe that things were wonderful... because tonight? they were... they are.

watching scrubs rerun with peter right now. love it.

I built my own fire tonight, it's still smoldering in a sexy-hot-chocolate-ski-lodge-naked-under-a-blanket kind of way. for the record, no one here is presently naked.

I have no responsibilities for a full 24 hours aside from doing my laundry and creating a kick-ass thanksgiving feast-a-palooza. this year we are experimenting with turkey brining... don't know what that is? me neither... but it sounds promising. it too is relaxing in the garage with the dead deer. we here in the midwest are, after all, equal-opportunity carnivores.

good things:
scotch
whiskey
leftovers
frank caliendo
fender guitars
digital cameras
grapefruit
my dog, Mags
real fireplaces
feather beds
embarassing photo ops
massages - I could really use one
being home... in every sense of the word
not caring that I haven't slept... for days
waking up with people I love, regardless
knowing that I'm about to sleep... soundly (thank you, crown royal)

autumn clouds

I feel myself dangerously veering off the edge of my usual sense of self, at risk of somehow making that fatal mistake, that unforgettable hurtful remark, that unneccesarily heartless sneer at someone undeserving... I'm like some cliche 'mean' character who snaps at everyone and mistreats her loved ones despite being, on the whole, a very lovable person. [think Lifetime movie] It's like my next scene should be where some trusted mentor takes me aside for the pep talk and lays out the details of how my downward spiral affects others.

where is this angst coming from? this is not like me.

I'm worn down, worn out, and beginning to feel the november stress accumulate in my veins like a stored drug that I've grown to tolerate in high doses.

Please let tomorrow see the clouds lift and something sparkle in these blustery days.

priceless

online conversation with a friend has produced this gem of a quote:

my friend: i was like "i can't sleep." and he said "me neither."
so then i asked "well, want to do it and see if we pass out afterwards??"

hmmm. perhaps a new trick against the perennial insomnia that plagues my nights? oh I love it.

The Mouth of Hell

Have managed only three hangovers* in 2007, a triumphant leap beyond previous years when that number was more likely per week. My binge-drinking years were not pretty... since then I've discovered that I'm a cheap date (take that as you will), more often prefer to drive myself around (thus remaining sober in the process) and provide my own getaway car, and I really don't like expensive bar tabs.

That having been said, however...

Today was the Colts/Chiefs game, a landmark event that brings friends into town and usually heralds large dinner parties and or bar crawls. This was not today's agenda, however, as I not only didn't see any of my Chiefs fan visitors but quite frankly didn't see the any of the game itself.

What was I doing, one might wonder, on this terrific Sunday afternoon?

Sleeping. Nursing off 2007 Hangover #3. I got sick. I drank milk. I clutched my temples and cursed vodka and martinis. I groaned aloud. I petered around my apartment after my 3 hour nap at a decidedly slow pace and thought about cleaning... but didn't. I brushed my teeth but decided showering required too much stamina. Smelly barwear was thrown into a heap in the corner and there it remains, marinating in the aura of last night's extravagance and bad decisions... like bringing everyone home with me and drinking more. Not smart, Allison.

At this point I'm just praying to regain strength and motivation before work tomorrow.

It was a great Saturday night, though. A great Saturday night.



*Side Note: Each hangover has involved a certain Ms. Edina. Coincidence? I think not.

To-Go List

I spend most of my time traveling "in-between..."

between homes. between jobs. between friends. between cities.

This is not to say I'm transient in the sense of skipping across relationships and locations like a stone skimming over water, no... Merely that I quite honestly live behind the steering wheel of my automobile, am rarely home for any sincere length of time, and I adore the chase and change of life on the move.

Am compiling a list of destinations for the upcoming months, an ever-growing agenda of friends to visit, events to attend, places to wander. I find myself promising excursions and promptly blending dates into a mental slushie, but nonetheless look forward to road trips, airlines, and the joy of sleeping on sofas and air mattresses.

Early Spring shall hopefully find me...
NYC
DC
Chicago
Milwaukee
Boston

Easily grasped distances, mostly Midwest/East Coast. Am feeling the flutter of giddiness at the thought... because it has been such a beautiful autumn, travel-wise. I long for more.

what dreams may come

this is a moment held perilously aloft in fantasy for years, a lifetime to be truthful. I cannot in any possible way portray the truth of this second, this slice of my life. I am stunned silent, suspended mid-emotion and quite frankly... happy.

yes, I said it. I'm happy aka content aka You Wish You Were Me. It's real. It's out there. It exists and for this one (probably quite brief and transient) moment I am actually happy.

really happy.

H-A-P-P-Y for those of you who know me if even slightly well enough to understand.


for justifiable reasons [known to a confidential few, a very slight few],I'm overflowing with the ripple effect love... I love you, I love you, I love you.

I ask only for this blissful glimpse, this delight... this is what they were talking about...

this is it, this is really it. Please give me strength and fortitude of character to follow this path. It must be true.

It must be.