Credo
"Sign on, young man, and sail with me. The stature of our homeland is no more than the measure of ourselves. Our job is to keep her free. Our will is to keep the torch of freedom burning for all. To this solemn purpose we call on the young, the brave, the strong, and the free. Heed my call, Come to the sea. Come Sail with me." -- John Paul Jones
"Pardon him, Theodotus; he is a barbarian, and thinks that the customs of his tribe and island are the laws of nature" --George Bernard Shaw, "Caesar and Cleopatra"
"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."--Friedrich Nietzsche
"A kind Providence has placed in our breasts a hatred of the unjust and cruel, in order that we may preserve ourselves from cruelty and injustice. They who bear cruelty, are accomplices in it. The pretended gentleness which excludes that charitable rancour, produces an indifference which is half an approbation. They never will love where they ought to love, who do not hate where they ought to hate."--Edmund Burke
“You say that it is your custom to burn widows. Very well. We also have a custom: when men burn a woman alive, we tie a rope around their necks and we hang them. Build your funeral pyre; beside it, my carpenters will build a gallows. You may follow your custom. And then we will follow ours.”--General Sir Charles Napier
"Μολὼν λαβέ" -- Leonidas
"Blogito Ergo Sum" -- Neptunus Lex
Soooooooooooooooooooooft.
Harden up sunshine
Sounds like a prolonged hangover recovery. Sucks getting old, eh Lex?
Heh… Sick and tired of waking up sick and tired????
Sad but true Lex, “a man’s got to know his limitations” alright. For me Mardi Gras tests that proposition every year. At age 65 I now have to pick my spots–as opposed to going pretty much 24/7 from Thurs night (when really big multiple parades kick off) through following Fat Tuesday as in days of yore. Been in THAT mode for over almost a couple of decades now. Like fighter ops and NCAA championship-caliber athletic performances, serious drinking (sadly) is a young mans game–as I see you are coming to appreciate, even if it wasn’t already intuitively obvious. Still, a bitter pill to swallow….whatever happened to eternal youth? Or does that only apply to hope? And memories…..
PS: LOTS of B-12 fella–but I’m sure as an old fighter pilot you already knew that.
Lex:
Remember, as Sinatra used to say, “I feel sorry for the guy who doesn’t drink and wakes up sober; that’s the best he’s gonna feel all day.” Always knew you Bug-drivers were weak players…
“The older I get, the better I was.”
Guess last night’s flight suit mixer was, er, big, eh?
VR,
Comjam
Lex, you need to take the advise of “Chopper” Reed and “Harden the F**k Up!”
See@
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bmXri8ZCKjc
Wuss.
“there I was flat on my back sick as a pukin’ dog” just doesn’t conjure up images of a swaggering Sierra Hotel Fighter PILOT. Oh the agony of it all.
Man, can you feel the love here?
Lex, no offense buddy, but if you can’t hang out with the big dogs, maybe you should stay on the porch
P.S: Hangover alleviation: at the end of boozing, try to eat a mean high in carbs and sugar, like pancakes. Trust me on this, unless you’ve gotten to the green stage, you’ll take one bite and wolf it down. Drink as much water as you can stand. Take two aspirin while you’re at it. When you get home or to the room, put a big glass of water and two more aspirin by the nightstand, because you WILL wake up with a headache in the middle of the night, and you WILL be thirsty.
You’ll wake up feeling a hell of a lot better than if you didn’t
I learned long ago to grab a double cheeseburger on the way home, if there was someplace open that late.
My son appreciated my advice as well. When you get home, swallow 800mg of Ibuprofon, and as much water as you can, and a couple of Maalox or Rolaids. Put a large honkin’ mug of water next to the bed and then lie down.
The Ibuprofon works better, I have found, because it’s an anti-inflammatory so helps curtail the damage… heh.
But yeah, pound the water and Ibuprofon and antacids. Then drink more when you wake up.
well, like someone said: “if ya can’t run with the big dogs, don’t get off the porch.
I’ve been on the porch for some time now, having run hard for many years prior.
Yup… you gotta learn to cluck with the chickens before you can scream with the eagles..
Me too…ran with ‘em so long, my feet got wore down. That, and I finally figured out about 20 years ago that a) I was all out of DUI luck, and b) I was just getting too old for the hangovers every day. Of course, every now and then the bride and I attend a Xmas party at a hotel, and I gets me next to a bottle of Bombay
And Lex … After you recover, there’s a delightful article today in the Wall Street Journal’s Weekend Journal section about the glories of Guinness. Very well written by a professional novelist, who is almost as good a writer as you are.
Marianne
Hey Virgil, did somebody say “old fighter pilot”?
Heh, I bet Lex really appreciated that one.
Well, Michelle, I have to admit that Lex may be only now just entering the glide-path to over-the-hill status, whereas being about a decade and a half down the pike I’ve crossed solidly over into “Over the Mountain” status–but am fortunately not quite yet totally fossilized–although some days (and nights) after lengthy conversations with Messeures Barbancourt and Martel, I feel like it.LOL.
By the way, Lex … Maybe you should have gone to the D.C. Tea Party instead of Reno. That’s where the action is today. The D.C. police estimate that 1.2 million “concerned” but law-abiding citizens turned up and clogged 14th Street all the way to the Monument and surrounding landmarks. Republican Congressman Mike Pence, among other dignitaries, spoke, saying that some of his fellow legislators spoke of them as “astroturf” and “thugs”, but that looked pretty much like the cavalry to him.
Oo-rah!
Marianne
1.2 Million? Oo-rah! is right, Marianne.
So glad things worked out for those folks. Rumor had it that bus loads of others would be arriving, with instructions to instigate and disrupt. Glenn Beck urged his listeners to take on on the chin rather than fight back, and that may have preempted a confrontation altogether. I’m glad it’s working peacefully so far.
After a long, hard night on the town, a couple of double-doubles and a large fries…followed by Tim’s advice, always makes the day after go so. much. better. That In-N-Out Urge thing.
At least, that’s how it was once upon a time…and on some occasions it worked better than on others. But then, those ‘others’ were nights (or weekends…or weeks) probably best left…ummm…buried in memory somewhere.
One more…Lex, hope you had a damn good time. Sounds like you did! And most importantly, you earned it!
Hmmmm, sounds like a near-terminal case of Bottlegrip, fer sure.
Best hangover cure was a Riley’s Roast Beef Suicide, cleared the path for everything the next morning.
Lex, he who hoots with the owls by night can not expect to soar with the eagles by day. Trust me, I know this only too well from many years of experience.
For you, Lex…
I ain’t as good as I once was…but I’m as good once as I ever was.
Heh,
I love Toby’s music. Gretchen Wilson too.
His other one “I Love This Bar” is a hoot.
So,
Yah got any pictures you wanna share?
Now, Curtis, you know the rules. What goes on at Tailhook, stays at Tailhook.
he can still ask
Wow – really feelin’ the love right about now, aren’t you Lex…in between the headache and promises to self to never do that again.
Just like the last time I’m sure.
I’ll buy you a beer next weekend to help ease the pain of this hangover, ok?
Whoops – I misspoke. Not next weekend. The weekend after next. I need more sleep.
Don’t feel lonely Lex, I’ve been on R&R for the last two weeks and am shocked at the reduction in my once formidable capacity. OTOH it does not cost as much for a night on the town!
Ooh…I didn’t think about that! You’re a cheap date now. Sweet!