When You're Write, You're Write

I am supposed to be writing and rewriting my sketch assignments right now.

I just can't come up with the ideas. So, I thought I would write here, with absolutely no idea, and see if I generate some funny.

Don't hold your breath.

Went out drinking again last night. This makes three nights in a row that I have lit a torch. I don't even know if that is an expression, but I like it. Lit a torch.

The first night was with my brother. Oh-vay. That was the worst. Heavy. Drinking.

Monday I was rightly hung over.

Then, that night I went to dinner with friends. I hardly go out with these folks, except for once every week, so I thought I would enjoy. She made a drink after herself, an Italian margarita of sorts, and well, how do you not drink to that?

We continued the scene back at their house, and the night was swell. Happy. Drinking.

Last night, I was training this kid at work. He works the lunch program, so I know him, and he is funny. His girlfriend also works with us, and I had trained her a few weeks back. She is a sweetheart.

He is a big dart player. My dad was always into darts, and we had a dart board in the basement while I was growing up. I'm pretty good. It has been a long time since I played.

Well, this kid invites me to go out and play darts. I thought I shouldn't. I should go home and not drink and write.

Then, I thought, go out. I am in a trying to get over TO mode, or at least stop being so obsessive, so going out would have done the trick.

So, I went. Played darts. Kicked their ass. Won every game. Four pitchers of beer. That's right, four pitchers of beer.

The only girls in the bar were the kid's gf and two other gf's. Their boys were bigguns too, so their was no smiles from me.

Still, it was a right fun time. I think I will go out and play darts some more. Healthy. Darting.

No ideas yet, if you were wondering. This is harder than it looks. Yikes.