Is this college again...or prison?
I'm not quite sure whether I feel like I am back in college, or doing time at a minimum security, country club prison, like Danbury. For the past couple of weeks, I have been living alone at my condo at the base of The Canyons gondola. Everyday, although the snow currently sucks, I go up the hill and take atleast a few laps, before reclining in the hot tub with a pint of Stiegl. At night, I'm off to either El Chubasco, Panda Express or similar, for take-out, and then watch a movie, drink a few Warsteiners with Tres Generaciones or Knob Creek chasers, fire up a stogie and crash.
It's really nice. I'm relaxing and feeling good. Sort of like my days at the U. of M. (except for the skiing). The problem is that I am doing it alone. My wife and kids are in NJ until friday. The point is that while I am living a leisurely life in one of the worlds great playgrounds, I am confined in that I can't be around the people whom I love. (Of course, I will not get away with 1/4 of the shit that I am currently doing when my wife and kids come).
Oh well, when do we ever get to have the best of all worlds?
“How does it feel to be the greatest guitarist in the world? I don’t know, go ask Rory Gallagher”. — Jimi Hendrix
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