Sometimes you just have to stop and realize how good life is.
I had a pretty shitty day.
A very close friend of mine, who I have known for almost 18 years, was told that she was likely to be laid off in two weeks. I know this because I work with her. Of course, in typical Mike fashion, I misunderstood something she asked me shortly after she was told and made her day that much worse. Goodness how I love putting my foot in my mouth like that. I love the fact that my friend, who was holding it together pretty well, probably got pushed over the edge because I chose that moment to be boneheaded.
That, of course, wasn’t all that happened today.
On New Years Eve another friend of mine, who I met through Jody, lost her father. She lost him because he got into an argument with a guy in the same motorcycle club as him and got shot. His was the first murder of 2003 here in Pinellas County. Tonight I stopped by Jody’s house, picked up her and Bill, and helped them take a TON of food over to her Mother’s house.
What do you say to someone who’s father was murdered?
She and her mother seem to be holding up well. Probably better than I would be in that situation.
Why, you ask, do I think life is so good right now?
Because when I came home, I had a nice dinner with my roommate. Then we watched the movie Chocolat. After that, we enjoyed a lovely set of mixed drinks made with Godiva Chocolate Liqueur and Bailey’s Irish Cream as we sat on the back porch and smoked cigarettes.
Because I I have a wonderful woman in my life who makes me smile more than a man has a right to.
Because my son is the most amazing person in the world.
Because I am alive.
And most importantly…
BECUASE I HANDED JODY’S ASS TO HER IN A GAME OF MINI-POOL AS WE WERE WAITING FOR BILL TO GET READY TONIGHT.
That’s right, Jody! Who’s your Daddy? Who’s the master of the mini-pool table? Me baby! I said whoose house? Mike’s house!
Go me! Go me!
Robin will be here on Friday to spend the weekend. My sister Kim has volunteered to take her son Bailey off for a grand adventure that day that shall include a trip to Chuck E. Cheeses and a fun filled night away from Mom. Of course, this means that we get to have some adult time.
Oh damn. That will be horrible.