Sunday Morning Smoke

Hi all!

My sunday started last night at 7:30 after getting off of probably the worst 4 days of my working career. Lots of calls, lots of crappy calls. The last of them ended up with me fighting in the back of my ambulance with a patient who decided to become very violent, and fight me. He ended up restrained to a gurney, but I think I got the worst of it with vomit all over my shirt and face. The patient "woke up" after having a bad seizure and went beszerker on me (very common). I can relate with the guy thought... How would you like to wake up to a 240lb heavily tattooed guy poking you with various shap objects.

So I went home last night, took a shower, opened up a bottle of Jameson whiskey and lit up a El Rico churchhill. My sharks won, but I lost against the whiskey and cigar. About 8 shots into the whiskey I realized that I forgot about a big bike ride I had to get up in the morning for...

Flash forward to the morning... Can you say hang over? Ya, well I went a little overboard with the drinking, and paid for it. Not too bad. I made a big breakfast consisting of an egg white omelet, oatmeal, and a protien shake. Washed it all down with some Aged sumatra and then got my bike gear together. I woke my brother up to go riding (he also had a long night of drinking with his motorcycle club). We didnt get out onto the trails untill about 11am (very late) so we spent the first portion of the ride dodging hikers, and ignoring their screams of anger due to our excessive speed. Once we were 10 miles into the trails we were all alone to blast down some very ruddy steep trails. It was a blast, and perfect weather for riding. However, the last 5 miles was an massive uphill climb back to the car, and well my body was not happy with me because of its abuse the night before. I must also add that I didnt smell too good because I didnt dodge some cowpies as well as I should have, but hell when you are bombing down some ruddy, rock strewn trails, who has time to dodge poo frisbies.

We eventually made it back to the car after 28 miles of strenious riding and headed home. I fired up the perculator and made some more Peet's aged sumatra, and lit up a very nicely aged Anejo. What a fantastic cigar, only the 2nd one I've ever found. I wish I could get ahold of these more often, but they seem more rare then the Opus X. I spent the time winding down from the ride and studying spanish. I have a final exam tomorrow... So ill be hitting the sack early tonight.

Anyways thats it for my sunday, Im gonna treat myself to a few cookies and go to bed.

Vince sorry about your coworker, but as you know sh!t happens, sometimes for the worse, sometimes for the better. What Im worried about is your health. Do they know what is causing the hypotension? I hope it is nothing to serious. Glad to hear your buddy is going home, that is great news, and I am betting he is very excited. My thoughts are with you!

Cian great story once again, I look forward to every week.

Adios amigos, Buenos Noches!

Lol. Im in the same park as you Vince...never had a hangover. I just end up sleeping whatever might happen to me away. My elbows always hurt though, and wake up massively dehydrated unless its caused by beer.

Lol. The typical hangover symptoms are actually caused by a bacteria that builds up in the blood stream that thrives on alcohol, and also being dehydrated.
I for the most part just drink a lot of beer or Mikes style drinks. Only time I drink the hard stuff is during a cigar, or maybe at night to help me sleep when nyquil and long hours at work dont cut it.

I think most of my problem is that I don't sleep enough, mostly 6 hours a night at the most, and at that its light broken sleep... Although I tend to powernap a lot.

Rory said:

I think most of my problem is that I don't sleep enough, mostly 6 hours a night at the most, and at that its light broken sleep... Although I tend to powernap a lot.

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Man, turn over a jar of 'shine. Thatll knock your ass out for sure! Wont be able to taste anything for a couple days, but youll be out for the count. lol

vince said:

I make my own "brandy" it is almost like whiskey but I srart with grapes not corn, the proof is " HIGH" & a few sips of it will make you sleep like a baby, you get up every 2 hours with a load in the back of your pants & wet sheets hahahahahaha Enjoy, Vince

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Haha...I would like to sample some of your "brandy", Vince! PM if possibility

With the 'lighting contest' done (Le Madame hung the plaque for 1st place in the kitchen next to her set of cleavers – there might be a message there!) my daughters, FuManChu (my golden retriever) and I put up the Christmas Tree (my wife, of course, supervised). (Bloofington: you have it exactly right: The definition of an Alpha Female is a female in the community whom others follow and defer to. Humans and their nearest species or relatives, chimpanzees (Le Madame took umbrage at this visual) show deference to the alpha of the community by ritualized gestures, i.e., bowing, and allowing the alpha to walk first in a procession (I pointed out to my children, this is much like the duck family that lived underneath my chair in the back of the house – going out for a stroll; Momma duck in the lead -- my wife pouted at that comparison and flounced out of the room. As Winston Churchill sagely noted: "Never hold discussions with the monkey when the organ grinder is in the room.") In sum, Le Madame always has a small army she either leads, directs or tramples.

It being the Holiday Season, we played Christmas carols and poured eggnog while trimming the tree. To quote Dave Barry: "In the old days, it was not called the Holiday Season; the Christians called it 'Christmas' and went to church; the Jews called it 'Hanukkah' and went to synagogue; the atheists went to parties and drank. People passing each other on the street would say 'Merry Christmas!' or 'Happy Hanukkah!' or (to the atheists) 'Look out for the wall!'"

Coffee today: Indian Mysore (Extra Bold) (sent by my wife's brother) is a traditional market name for coffee from south-central India and is the highest grade of Indian wet-processed Arabica coffee. Extra Bold refers to the large bean size. The aroma: peach and chocolate tones balanced with cedar notes. This is a sweet coffee but it still has a strong morning flavor that makes my taste buds sing. My wife says 'not only am I a coffee addict but I have a picture of my coffee mug, on my coffee mug'! (I deny that; it is a drawing, not a picture!).

Cigar: Partagas Serie P No. 2 (vitola is Piramide). IMO, considering this is a new line of cigars (April, 2005) e.g., opinions and reviews are very subjective. That said, the construction is great (per Partagas). The wrapper is a dark chocolate brown, the draw was easy and the burn even. The taste starts soft and mild, and rises to a smooth peak until the Partagas machismo taste greets you. IMO, the PSP2 is a smoke that goes great with a sweet coffee. The stick is rich, complex and creamy. At the halfway point, earth and ground coffee flavors kick in followed by notes of toasted nuts, chocolate, leather and lots of smoke. IMO, this is cigar that takes at least an hour to smoke.

'Tis the season where my pockets get emptied out. My wife is flying to Miami tomorrow, with our daughters, to do the rest of her Christmas shopping; leaving Fu and I to our own devices. Of course, when I tell my wife money does not grow on trees, nor can it buy happiness (I really should know better by now, then to discuss money with Adrienne - - we Irish, however, are known for our enjoyment of vices, not common sense) she points out that 'whoever said money can't buy happiness, just doesn't know where to go shopping!'

My companero, FuManChu gave me a sympathetic look as the two of us head to my office (his expression reminds me of the day we got him as a puppy. When they let him out at the kennels, he went right over to my daughters and licked their faces; he bowed and scrapped to Le Madame who stroked his ears. He waddled over to me (I was standing behind my daughters), sat on my feet and pee'd on my shoes.

Ertha Kitt's "Santa Baby" is playing in the background and I am reminded of something Lana Turner once said: " A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. A successful woman is one who can find such a man." Fu looks at my scribbling, yawns and plops on my feet.

P.S. (Rory, I enjoyed your piece on ambulance driving in the Bay Area. I lived in San Francisco for 15 years).

P.P.S. (Brother Vince, I have never tried that in a speeding car. I can only imagine what the effect would be down wind.)


cian

Hey Vince good post. Sorry to hear about your sonic experiance, that must have been a real dreag to spend that kind of money and not enjoy the show.

How is the snow situation up there? Did you guys get anything from that BIG storm? I guess some people lost power for quite a while. I feel for them that is for sure.

Anyway, 4 days to Christmas, and I only want one thing. I want all our boys to come safely home from Iraq. We lost some more Canadians, and I just want it to end so we do not lose any more of anybodys sons and daughters!

Peace everyone, enjoy your week!

4??? i count 6.

Canadian exchange rate.

jihiggs said:

4??? i count 6.

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You know, I typoed 4, meant to change it after looking at the calender, got distracted, and just didn't.

Uou know I can mype 200 mords a winute!