Friday, January 2, 2009

Free Beer: Good Thing ----- From A Guy: Not So Much...

So, I got to spend the bigger part of my New Year's Eve playing "door man" at Bucks, collecting tickets/cover for the big party.

It was a pretty good deal: $10 a ticket ahead of time, which got you in, as we had a live band all night, food at midnight (and not chips/dip and cheap crap... good stuff like homemade mac and cheese, meatballs, kielbasa and purple cabage (good stuuf!!), stuffed manicotti.....).... awesome drink specials all night ($1 shots... full size good shots, cheap "knock you on your arse" long islands...)... as well as party favors out the wazoo....

Mind you, the door, it was $15.... penalty for not buying earlier ;-)

Nobody really gave me any grief about the cover.... except for one drunken ass we were actually trying to get rid of.... but hey, you expect it when you play door-monkey....

It was kind of lonely though, as I was around the corner... near the door... and everyone else was out on the dance floor, and getting drunk as hell. Most of my interaction with friends that were in the bar was by text, or a quick chat as they passed by to find the restroom....

But none the less, It was an interesting night.... I got a tip, in the form of a free beer!

..... From a guy.....

I'm pretty sure he wasn't hitting on me.... as I've seen him at the bar with a girlfriend many a time..... I think it was more out of pitty... as I explained to him that I was doing this out of the kindness of my little beer-filled heart, and not for pay or free drinks....

Maybe I need to stop over analyzing this incident... :-)

Needless to say, I got to un-man my post a little after Midnight... after the ball dropped... which i got to watch leaning over the half wall that separates the door from the bar area....

Hurray....

I did get to wear a little goofy ass plastic hat, and make noise with a 39 cent horn... I'll try to post pictures if Steve remembered to take any of me....

A nice kiss at midnight would have been nicer.... but hey, I really shouldn't complain.... it was still better than the New Years I spent at home... alone.... with a 12 pack and a pint.... :-)

In summary.... I was walking pretty straight when we left that night.... Not what I would normally have done on the second holiest day in my religion.... (The first being St. Patrick's Day.... the third being the Daytona 500....).....

Ok... time for you to share what you did on your night of New Yearage!!! Comment away!!! :-)

- Kenny G.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

The Tarnished Knight

There was little about him that made one see a knight. His tarnished armor, his cracking, jagged blade, he seemed more a vagabond than a warrior. Though he yearned to hide them, his tacit scars spoke of the battles he faced, both in victory, and in defeat.

For longer than he willed himself to remember, struggles had found him, and forced his hand to draw steel. Demons, dragons and villains, all surging toward him, sapping his strength, marring his courage, and breaking his will. It was no wonder that this once noble sentinel had become but a soulless shell, wandering the lands, searching for hope, for peace.

Through his travels, he had found many allies. And though, for a while, The Knight was renewed by their presence... Fate, misfortune, the powers of Hell itself, would always take them away, often too soon, and too harshly. Even when those he'd met stood right at his side, The Knight was alone, in what remaining rubble he called his heart...

... Until that day.

For on that day, as The Knight steadied his hand, and lifted his broken blade to face the new day's struggles, he saw an Angel, one of The Divine's most perfect creations. A vision of beauty and grace unlike anything The Knight had ever seen. As he gazed upon The Angel, it was as if some unknown power invaded his spirit, and The Knight felt strength he had never known. And with this new strength, The Knight won the day, and vanquished the demons that had come against him.

As the echoes of the battle faded off into the distance, The Knight approached The Angel, and saw her wing. To his horror, he saw the wounds she bore, and wept. How could one of The Divine's most precious have ever been damaged so viciously? What spawn of Hell could ever be allowed to commit such a sacrilege?

Through painful tears, and boundless anger, The Knight vowed to do all in his power, be all that his weary soul could be, to heal The Angel. On that day, he made a vow to never forsake her, never leave her side, and to strive to be the saving grace she had become for him.

In the days that followed, The Knight walked with strength renewed, and a sense of purpose unlike that which he had known before. Demons that had once tested him to the furthest reaches of his might, now seemed to fall without effort. Every day, he felt one more piece of his humanity return, and his gratitude towards... and love of... The Angel, grew.

But mere mortals can never hope to become an Angel's savior. The Knight soon saw his frailty, his limitations, and deep within him, past his convictions, past his strengths, an aching formed, as The Knight realized how far away he was... from being Her champion.

Finally, the day came. The Knight, burning with anger at his own failings, raised his sword to face the day, a battle much more fierce than most he had faced before, and turned to gaze upon The Angel from whom his might flowed... and saw only air... and one small feather, falling to the ground.

The Angel had left him, flown away, back into the dreams and fantasies from which she came. Had it all been but a dream? Had The Divine looked down upon The Knight, and chosen to take away the greatest blessing he had ever known? Or had The Knight's own weaknesses driven The Angel away?

A moment of pain... a single tear...

Then The Knight lowered his visor, gripped the hilt of his blade tightly, and charged the line against the enemies before him. For, though The Angel had left his side, he had sworn an oath, to always be her Knight. And though his spirit ached terribly, he swore to stand by his oath...

Even if The Angel would never return to The Knight... Even if he would never again know that strength and grace Her presence blessed him with...

...With his tarnished armor, his cracking, jagged blade...

...He would always be Her Knight

- A Piece by Kenny G.