I'm Not Listening!

I'm home! I don't want to bad mouth Des Moines, but I'm glad to be gone. Most of the folks I met were great, but man, there were a few that tainted the whole experience. It's amazing how stupid and rude some people can get when they drink. It's probably not all the fault of the alcohol. I bet they're fairly stupid and rude sober too. Why would I bash alcohol, it's one of my only friends.

I drove home through one of the most spectacular lightening storms I have ever seen. Kiss' light show had nothing on this one. Bolts were cutting across the sky and I saw one lightening strike just to the right of my car. I probably should have been paying more attention to the fact that I was driving in nature's bug zapper, but it was cool.

I'm trying to lay low today. I didn't get a chance to watch the Sopranos last night and everyone is trying to tell me about it. I'm in a self imposed cone of silence. I'm afraid to listen to the radio, for fear that some wacky morning zooster will spill the beans. Two of my friends called to discuss the show. I dropped the phone and ran screaming into the next room with my hands over my ears. I know that's a bit of an over reaction, but I really want to be surprised. "Wife" and I will watch it tonight. That's what married couples do. We watch TV together. That way we're spending precious time with each other, but we don't really have to talk.

It's amazing how little time it takes for me to go from minor league celebrity on the road to regular guy again. Nothing glamorous today. I've got to do laundry, change the sheets and pick up dog doo. It still beats having to hammer on a drunk any day. Later...Brian