Sunday, October 29, 2006

Where were we?

Oh yeah, I had abandoned my loyal readers once again. All three of them.

I felt I was beyond the point of returning to the old blog, so I decided to start a new one with a different-looking template, name it after two crappy movies, slap sunglasses and a jacket on my little South Park guy, and tell you I'm serious about returning to writing this time (yeah, right).

I will say that I want to get back to regular writing, as it was a creative outlet and I am good at it. At least Scotty Win and Mrs. Brick (that's right, Mrs.) tell me I'm good at it. I e-mail Scott on a regular basis and it is not uncommon for him to forward my writings to his acquaintances so that they might experience my greatness as well.

So here we are. Let's cover some changes:

1. Ms. Brick is now Mrs. Brick.

I guess those are all the changes.

Here are some super-duper blogworthy happenings that have taken place since my latest disappearance, in order of importance:

Really Important:

1. The Bricks are married.

Less Important:

2. The Bricks went to London and Italy.

3. I went to my 10-year high school reunion.

Not really important but would have made good blog entries:

4. The Bricks went to the opera with some gay guys.

5. The Bricks and Wins went to this food tasting thing to try out this one caterer's food to see if they are good enough to feed the guests at the Wins' wedding.

6. Scott, Brick and Alex went to the Magic Casino in Industry City to play poker and then came home and did tequila shots and then Brick got drunk and started discussing masturbation techniques with Scott and Scott was open and honest in this discussion even though he wasn't even drunk as evidenced by the fact that he drove an automobile shortly after said discussion.

I might get around to writing about some of these things, most importantly, the wedding. I avoided writing much about it, because there was too much to write about and I didn't want to deal with it.

Her: "Why aren't you writing about the wedding? Why aren't you writing about the wedding? Why aren't you writing about the wedding?"
Me: "There's too much to write about."
Her: "So pick one thing and write about it."
Me: "No."

I'm sorry for my long periods of silence. To quote the last line of the first post of my original blog: "I hope this isn't my only post."