Taking it back to the old school, 'cause I'm an old fool, who's so cool...

In case you weren't aware that's a lyric from Whoomp There It Is which hit #2 on the Hot 100 Billboard chart in 1993.  The song is pretty tongue-in-cheek, but it serves its purpose for this post in function.  That song is now 20 years old.  20 YEARS OLD!  The song we jumped around in our bedrooms to while the sound permeated the walls of our houses and annoyed our parents is nearly legal drinking age.  Aside from that fairly obnoxious song 1993 was a pretty good year for music and films alike.  In music you had album releases like: Dr. Dre - The Chronic, Pearl Jam - Vs., The Digable Planets - Reachin' (A New Refutation of Time and Space) among other notables.  In movies you could've ran to the theater and saw Jurassic Park, Schindler's List, Philadelphia, The Firm, or Pelican Brief.  Good stuff.  I look back on those times with great fondness and still catch myself reminiscing of those days when people say 'ten years ago', weird.  I often wonder what is so different now.  Why does it seem all the happiness, innocence, and romance has died in our modern age?  To find those answers I'm going to have to jump back much further than the mid 90's.  

Labor Day Weekend (Past and Present)

Your weekend:


In the years past I've taken advantage of nearly every three-day weekend, and then some.  To be fair I took advantage of the two day weekends, too - and let's not forget Thursdays.... Anyways, in the past I've been almost happy to come back to work in order to give my liver (and kidneys) some much needed rest and relaxation.  My ears would still be ringing, face sore from smiles and laughter, and my head left spinning attempting to suture together the 'memories' I ripped through.  The memories would clear up a little from the heinous Facebook pictures I'd be tagged in, or maybe they'd become even more foggy.  No doubt a few new friend requests would be awaiting my approval on the slew of social media sites I blabbed about being proficient at over the three-day voyage.  By 11 A.M. I would've downed about 100 oz. of water trying to replace the small pond I'd exchanged over the weekend for cigarettes and beer.  This was about the time I swore off smokes once and for all; I could practically see the tar stained to my fingers.  Lunch was approaching and that was a dilemma all its own.  I knew I should eat something because the 4,000 calories I took in over the extended break from work, 95% of which came from beer, wasn't exactly the nourishment my internal organs desired.  Even knowing this I was well aware that my hangover could go from slightly troubling to insufferable with just one too many drops of grease.  Usually tragedy was averted and I came out the other side of lunch no worse for wear.  By the end of the work day I felt mediocre enough to look forward to a large dinner and 10 hours of low grade coma.

My weekend:


If you read my previous post you'll know I've given up the sauce for a bit.  The obvious effect of laying off the hooch is a totally off base name for my blog.

co·pi·ous

ˈkōpēəs/

adjective

1.

abundant in supply or quantity.

"she took copious notes"

im·bibe·ment

imˈbīb/

verb

formalhumorous

1.

drink (alcohol).

"they were imbibing far too many pitchers of beer"