What the Bobby Abreu?

It's been too long, I know. I was never good at keeping a diary as a kid, or a journal as a somewhat older kid. I don't know why I thought I could keep this blog in any kind of resemblance of a current state of affairs. Hence the timely title, because Holy Shit, if you did not see Abreu in the home run derby last night, then you missed something historic and spectacular.

Not to knock on you if you were watching the Lifetime Original Movie, or if you were reading the fifth Harry Potter book in preparation for the sixth to come out on Friday night at Midnight. Or if you were doing anything productive, like paying bills or apologizing to all your friends for the jackassery of last weekend. I just feel bad for you that you missed it. Absolutely crushing the ball.

The last couple weeks have been half past rowdy. Fourth of July weekend was great, as usual. We burned a couple of holes through the dock up at Diamond with some serious mortar shells. I slept not at all. Hit a grand slam in Wiffle Ball at the annual Inwood Wiffle World Series, while getting sunburned and drinking orange hurricane Boone's farm straight from the bottle. Wore clothes.

Faith and I hooked up again. A couple of times. We slept over at her parents' house in the guest room, in a bed with no sheets, only a mattress pad and a dust cover. Not very comfortable, but that didn't matter in the least. Waking up next to her and making the bed together... priceless. Faith is... well, she's one of my oldest friends, and there's always been something there. We were, and continue to be, really bad at timing. It only makes sense that, now, I'm moving to Nashville in four weeks, and things are really good. whatever. If I've picked up anything over the past few hellish months, it's patience. Time will go on, even if you don't want to.

I drove up to Chicago last weekend to see Keith and also Faith. Keith made probably the best salmon I've ever had, and then we went to the bar he works at, which I used to work at, although they've hired dozens of new people and it's kind of surreal to hang out there. Lots of drinks. Faith was having a crisis and called me to talk it over. It's...she's... worried, I guess, we all should be, but the lifestyle which we live is heavily predicated on drinking and dancing and laughing and trying to have as much fun as possible. Which can be a problem. But I mean seriously, when else are we going to be able to enjoy this amount of freedom and irresposibility? Irresponsibility being one of those things that I enjoy immensely.