I Could Definitely Live Like This. But For How Long?

Bachelor Week continues at Casa de Cheeky-in-Absentia.  As an added bonus, I decided yesterday that I'd be working from home for the rest of the week.  I'm currently wearing the same underwear I woke up in yesterday, and smell like a diseased donkey.  That's freedom, baby.

I actually spent much of yesterday taking conference calls and checking e-mail while painting the bathroom--one of the fringe benefits of being attached to projects to which I have little to contribute.  I'm no Ty Pennington (thank GOD!) but the room looks pretty damn good, if I do say so myself.  The color we selected, "Windswept," is a huge improvement over the first color we'd picked, which made it feel like I was pooping in a crypt.  Score one for the man of the house.

To reward myself, I finally watched Jackass Two (the Oscar snub was an outrage), sipped some Lagavulin, and smashed the crap out of an army base with my gamma-ray enhanced strength.  Today, after an inexcusably long afternoon meeting (again, taken from home) I'll be catching up with some old friends who probably got laid off today. 

It struck me last night, however, that this initial burst of energy, indulgence and juvenalia is inevitably short-lived.  It may feel like decadence now, but it's really an accumulation of minor pleasures suddenly accessible.  And once the frenzy is over (I'm predicting around noon tomorrow) things would settle into the normal rhythms of life anyway, with a couple extra concerts and dinners out thrown in.  Staring down into a half-eaten carton of ice cream you'd opened just ten minutes earlier (about 1:14 AM) is a sobering moment of clarity; I personally wouldn't live long fueled solely by self-gratification.

It would be a fun few years, though...

So I'm looking forward to recess being over Cheeky and Oodgie coming back tomorrow.  By then the boredom will have set in, and I'll still be no closer to becoming a guitar virtuoso or a capable chef.  It may be a pain the ass sometimes, but it's good to be an adult, responsibilities and all.

That doesn't mean I'll be cleaning sooner than 15 minutes before they arrive.  I've still got some layin' around to do.

Comments

[Denver Dad]

I understand what you're saying. Freedom, like pickled herring, is best enjoyed in small doses, usually spread out over time. :)

Good luck with that army base and enjoy the rest of your week!

[p-man]

That donkey looks really sick. Still, if I was Caligula... come here, my little grub!

[L.A. Daddy]

I had one of those weekends last summer. LA Mommy and daughter were back in Ohio. I wasn't quite as decadent but I did manage to see a movie in a theater. Which I never get to do. I'm easy to please.

Enjoy while you can and enjoy it when they get back. Change is good!

[IFLYG]

"Windswept". Is that like congealed pancake mix? That's what I've heard, anyway...

Be sure one of the hookers doesn't knock the glass sculpture off the top of the mantle as you're fixing up the house...

[Kara]

You saw Guster? You suck.

[Mom101]

Just so you know, I can smell you from here.

[Mitch McDad]

How painfully jealous I am. My wife is gone this week...but I'm home with the kids. What does that mean? Same smelly underwear with none off the peace and quiet.

Cheers to you.

[Mitch McDad]

How painfully jealous I am. My wife is gone this week...but I'm home with the kids. What does that mean? Same smelly underwear with none off the peace and quiet.

Cheers to you.