I have to fess up that I am an old fuddy-duddy. My earlier statement that Anadyn was dying was only my elderly bedtime was just keeping me from realizing that the party only gets started after 11pm or so.

I drank and played pool for a little while by myself and then played against Hesh for a couple games. During that time the bar really filled up. All the table, all the bar stools, and 90% of the felt.

What have I learned? I'm getting old and forget that the single-set doesn't go down till someone does or the sun comes up.


- s.

So I'm sitting in a bar I used to frequent when i was younger. I came here for the good drinks, the pool tables, and the amazing jukebox.

Not a thing has changed. Same people drinking, same great selection of microbrews, and the jukebox... Oh my lord... The jukebox is as legendary as ever. Rock and twang all indie and all before they made it. Mmmmmm.

Sadly though there is hardly a sole warming a stool or talcing a cue. I could and would love to patronize this bar my whole life. It doesn't look like it will live that long though.


- s.

This new and nomadic life has me pretty messed up. I'm a mess from losing 10 hours a week to commuting (but let's be honest, I was commuting that much in Oregon). I'm a mess from getting in to Burque on Mondays at 2 in the morning and then having to play catchup the rest of the week. And I am a mess from being away from my wife and daughter.

With all the mess I am, you would think it would be easy to fall asleep on the nights that nothing stood between me and the bed. Why wouldn't an exhausted man go to bed at 7pm? And yet here I sit blogging, or watching television,... Futz-ing.

Excuse me while I go find another excuse to not sleep...

- s.

I am at the Denver International Airport waiting for Natalya to arrive. She was in Albuquerque this weekend (oh the irony) to be the flowergirl in a wedding we were not invited to.

It was nice to spend some time with L, especially since I have been working out of town. But I really missed Nate's hug on Friday as I got off the bus. She has a way of just wrapping a hug around so that you know how much love she has. Anyone who has seen her hug Anna or Gabby will understand exactly what I mean.

When I was 16 or 17 I used to go to DFW International and people watch for hours. I'd take a sketch pad or a journal and just watch humanity.

This was of course pre-9/11. Security was nothing like it is these days. I could wander to the gates and watch people board or I could sit near the baggage claim and imagine what people were hauling with them.

The airport is very different these days. And yes I realize that that is an understatement if ever there was one. With all the extra security only Leslie was able to go to the gate. So I'm waiting in the baggage carousel area. No one else is waiting. People run in, grab their bags and then run back out.

This is such a quiet and desolate place.


- s.

We decided to have a date and go to a movie. A matinee. Given that it's early, I'm still shocked that the theater is almost empty. There were lots of employees, but I think at this 10 screen theater there was only us and two other families...

And the other families weren't in our film.

L and I got to enjoy a private screening of 9. Complete with critical review of the previews...

I love my wife.

- s.

This is not a whine. Really I'm happy I found a job, I'm happy that my family has a place to stay and I'm excited that I will be undrtaking new responsibilities. Despite all that happy, I'm scared.

I'm scared to be entering a new phase of life. This last ten months has been hard but I have gotten to watch lots of tv, read at my liesure and only had to hunt for work to receive a pitance of pay. Now I am set up to lead an effort and take a roll as project manager. Lots of adult responsibility has flooded my world all of the sudden.

Anyone else fear being an adult?