I had a dream…

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Of New York City.  How strange is that?

And it wasn’t last night.  Last night was this big gap of nothingness.  No dreams, nothing to recall.

But a few nights ago I dreamt of New York City.  Of meeting friends at club there.  A club in some warehouse area that I walked to.  But had a skateboard.  And the people there weren’t really friends, but more old classmates.  Seriously, Matt Thompson, we didn’t hang out in high school.  I’m sure you’re a daper guy, but I haven’t thought about you since we graduated.  Maybe even before that.  But at this club, Matt Thompson, Chris Rabideau (have no idea how to spell his last name without a yearbook), Jen Olden, and some other person I recognized but couldn’t recall their name (maybe someone named Katie or Jamie…. Jamie Glen-something… I don’t know).  All in this club doing whatever people do in clubs.  I’m not sure about that either.  There wasn’t music.  It was dark and there was a bar and weird flashy lights.  And a coatroom.  I remember the coatroom very well.  Cause I checked in my skateboard.  That makes it a club right?

So yeah…. my friends from back when… Colin, Shane, Yousey, Kevin, and Reg.  You ditched me in my dreams.  You bastards.

Dreams of Old

For the last week or so all of my dreams have somehow involved people from Queensbury.  Maybe it is because I’m heading home for a week (in a week!), but they’ve been interesting to say the least.

Last night’s dream involved a camping trip.  But it was more like “Going to Camp” than actually camping.  Cabins in the woods and such.  Shane, Reggie, Colin, Yousey (sorry dan, I just struggle to refer to you by your first name for some reason) and even Kevin.  It was bizarre.  We all were sitting around a round table in the main cabin talking about all the things we would do in the woods.  Hiking, boating, and general bullshitting about this and that.

I got up and went to the bathroom, which was on the second floor of the cabin.  It had a bathroom very reminiscent of a bar in Buffalo.  In other words it had trough as the urinals.  No ice though!

On the way back down the maintenance man had removed the bottom half of the stairs and I had to leap to the floor off the second floor.  By the time I got back to the table it had started to get dark outside and it had started raining.  When I sat back down there was about 5 more people sitting with us.  Colin had apparently made friends with some people sitting next to us and pushed the tables together.   There was a crack of lightning outside the cabin and the windows glowed bright for a second.  Shane immediately suggested we go wandering outside in the rainstorm.  No one objected and we got up to go.

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That’s where it ended.  Like I said, I’ve probably had five dreams involving people from Queensbury in the last week.

Just… strange.

The only 2 mugs that matter…

I have a bazillion coffee mugs.  that’s an actual number not an exaggeration.

I’ve thought about getting the actual number down to a hearty 6 maybe.  I can’t ever see needing more than 6.  Of course, those 6 don’t include….

THE ONLY TWO MUGS THAT MATTER!!!!!

Lots of emphasis there.

The only two mugs that matter are my Denny’s mug and my PRS mug.  These are my mugs.  I don’t get made when someone else uses them, but I would prefer, maybe heavily prefer, that no one else uses them but me.  They both have different uses.

Denny's

Denny’s Mug

I stole this mug from a Denny’s in Queensbury.  It happened during one fateful summer where I made numerous late night Denny’s trips with Kevin, Reggie, Shane, and Colin.  I don’t really need to add the ‘late night’ preface there, I’m pretty sure no one ever goes to Denny’s at other times.   At least we didn’t then.

It was the time period where I had actually been made fun of at college by Keifer because 90% of the stories I told started with “At 2 am” because we all worked that summer and did nothing but play frisbee and go to Denny’s.  Or maybe I’m combining summers.  Whatever.  Your memory is no better than mine.

Regardless of my memory, I stole this Denny’s mug.  And when I make a cup of coffee in the morning, I drink from my Denny’s mug.  It’s speckled, authentic, and awesome.  And it was stolen from Denny’s.  By my hands, because I wanted it, would cherish it, and use it all the time.  I will not, will not, let anyone else use it.  It’s mine.  But that’s not true, Sam is envious of it, and sneaks it to use when I’m not around.  I suppose I’m ok with that.  But guests, sorry, get your own if you can.

PRS Mug

PRS Mug

Years ago (like 5) Josh ‘the man’ Wallens lived near Baltimore and worked at PRS. PRS is Paul Reed Smith Guitars.  It was pretty awesome.  He worked hard to get there and had the job for a few years before the economy left him without steady employment.

But that first year Josh sent me a PRS mug and shirt.  I still wear the shirt all the time.  Love it.  But the mug, I saw how it could become lost among the masses of coffee mugs I already had unless I gave it the status it deserves.  So it became my wine mug.

When I drink wine at home, I drink it out of the PRS Mug.  It is fantastic.  It has this unique little peak, a pointy edge at the top of the handle, where my thumb continually rubs against it while I use it.  Makes it special and unique.  We had guests once and one of them, despite being told not too, used PRS to drink wine out of.  I was pretty livid.  Tried not to be.  Kept it together.  But when he joked about stealing it I told him he wouldn’t make it out the door with losing the hand that was holding it.

Its a fantastic mug.  Period.  Nothing else to say about it.  It sits up in the liquor cabinet away from all the other coffee mugs reveling in its prestige.  It deserves it.

 

Homecoming / Kenny Loggins Day

It’s my birthday.  34!!!!

Crazy.  Not really.   34 has been coming for a long time.  Ever since 33 really.

But aside from my birthday this a normal day.  Work.  Come Home.  Exercise probably.  Maybe, since its Tuesday, hang out with a friend and Vegan Mac n Cheese.  Maybe.

Sam has class till late, so we’ll see.  Maybe I’ll just watch the Sabres game.

Anyways, Sam and I drove home this weekend (well my home) to Queensbury.  We’ve been dating for over two years and she’s never seen my home town.  So we drove on out there for my father’s 65th birthday and a weekend surrounded by family.  Massive amounts of nephews and niece time.  It was great.

If it hadn’t been so cold I would have liked to show Sam some more of Queensbury.  She saw my parents house, my sister’s house, a few restaurants, and part of Saratoga.  There’s more to be seen there.  Hiking in the mountains, Lake George, the hunting camp, the Hudson River, small museums and art galleries in Glens Falls, small diners and locally owned restaurants, and some speciality shops.  Just lots of little things to do.  That’ll we’ll get to when it gets above freezing and we’re in Queensbury.

But its good to be home.  Angelo is loving having us back.  And it’s my birthday.  Wooo.  Time to go to work and celebrate “KENNY LOGGINS’ DAY!!”  It just so happens that Kenny Loggins Day fell on a weekend, and as a hardworking american I need to celebrate my holidays during the week to get the most out of them, so today is the observed celebration of Kenny Loggins Day.  It consists of only listening to Kenny Loggins and explaining his awesomeness to all who will listen.

Time to blast some Footloose.