It never fails.  I could be up for 20 hours straight without so much as a break, but if the last thing I do is drive for any distance over a few miles, I’ll be wired when I return home.  Insomnia is an old friend of mine.  You might say we share this apartment.  Personally, I wouldn’t mind having her evicted.

Still, it was a good night overall.  Much of the gang was assembled for karaoke.  Given that this group of friends in particular consists of those who appreciate my somewhat sardonic wit, it affords me the opportunity to relax and truly be myself.  Often, too often as of late, I’ll spend half the night trying to figure out whether the new group of people de jour I happen to be hanging out with will be entertained or insulted by my singular brand of sarcastic humor.  Tonight was one of those nights where it was truly open season.  Mama always did say, “Make’em laugh”.  Ok, so maybe it wasn’t my mama.  I’m sure it was somebody’s mama.  It has to be, after all, I read it someplace.

Besides the usual singing, drinking, joking, and hey, did I mention singing?  The revelation of the evening was that a certain member of the group, who shall remain nameless to protect the guilty, once worked in the same building I did but offset by a few months.  She also happened to live in the same town where I briefly lived, again offset by a few months.

This really shouldn’t suprise me.  Some people march to the beat of their own drummer.  I have my own orchestra complete with brass, woodwind, and strings sections.  Unfortunately, the only tune they seem to know is Disney’s “It’s a Small World”.  It’s rather fitting that the earliest “It’s a Small World” moment I can remember was at……..

wait for it………..

Walt Disney World.

After sharing the backseat of our old Ford LTD with my brother for what amounted to 18 hours on the road, not counting an overnight stay in Georgia because we made such good time, the last thing any kid wants to have happen is run into a teacher.  While I didn’t mind this particular teacher so much, there’s still something dreadfully wrong about being in the most magical place on earth and coming into contact with the very essence of reality.  At that age, as far as we were concerned, teachers went into hibernation during the summer time, not to be seen again until fall.  Usually at which point they were the problem of the next class.  Thankfully, a ride on Space Mountain proved to be the perfect antidotde.  Nothing like having your brains rattled during a roller coaster ride in the dark with flashing lights providing the special effects.

There are other moments that would come to mind were it not for the fact that my mind is finally succumbing to the late hours.  As such, I’ll leave off with these two thoughts.

One……any song enjoying newfound popularity because of a movie centering around karaoke qualifies for caricature status.  Anyone singing said song while actually at karaoke……..well, let’s just say I’d have to brush up on my calculus to figure out where they stand on the relative caricature scale.

Two……going to my second Devils game of the season tonight…….well, the tonight that will be after this morning and afternoon come and go.  I had set a goal of enjoying 8 games or so in person.  I’ll be a quarter of the way there after tonight.  And of course, I’ll be blogging after the game.  So stay tuned.

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