… or one of the reasons:
He lets me drunkenly explain to him the intricacies of the Second Constitutional Congress and doesn’t appear to get bored or annoyed. On the contrary, he appears to egg me on. He appears to appreciate it, and appreciate me. I blab on, I have hand gestures, I get excited, I leap around in chronology …
“And so then … James Madison … who had been kind of Jefferson’s protege and stuff … so anyway, THEN … Madison hooks up with Hamilton and Jay … to kind of put forth the arguments of the Constitution to the public … But then later…”
I mean, that’s pretty much what goes on.
So yes. I babbled at my friend David last night about the Second Constitutional Congress, at a bar in Hoboken. The Second Constitutional Congress babble then morphed into a discussion about the Federalist Papers. # 10 in particular. Which then morphed into a discussion about John Adams’ notorious “sedition act”. Which then somehow morphed into a discussion about Foulke’s underhanded throw to first base – the throw that changed ALL OF OUR LIVES. Which then morphed into a discussion about the forgotten genius of William Holden. Somehow … all of this came directly from the Second Constitutional Congress. All good things do, I suppose.
Thank you, David. For being a good friend, a good listener, great company.
And for David and I?
All conversations lead to Foulke’s underhand toss to first base. No matter where we start out … that is still where we always end up.
//All conversations lead to Foulke’s underhand toss to first base.//
are you kidding me? all of interstellar spacetime leads to foulke’s underhand toss to first base.
This is quite true.
David and I were sitting in the actual spots where we watched that historic moment.
You are such a dork. This is why I love reading this site. You always make me think of this Simpsons quote: “‘I want to help you, George Washington?’ Man, even your dreams are square.”
Never change, Sheila.
Just wait ’till you get old…and boring to your kids.
Heh.
Mark:
HAHAHAHA I am. I am a complete and utter dork.
Just wait until you and I meet someday. On the third glass of wine, I’ll start babbling about the election of 1800 and you’ll see exactly what I mean.
heh heh heh heh
spd rdr:
Yeah, really.
“Mom, come on. Stop talking about Ben Franklin, please, in front of my friends … we’re trying to go to the movies … SHUT UP …”
My favorite thing to do when getting drunk with Sheila is have her retell the most dramatic moments of her life to me. I never get tired of hearing them.
I could listen to you for hours! Your Blab, Blab Blab has, and will always fascinate me!
You were an angel in my life on Friday night! I needed so badly to be right there, right then. I loved how it manifested without our knowing it. I just left my house in a DESPERATE search for something and found exactly what I needed!
Thank You.
I’d be worried that this post is probably too personal to be on the blog but it’s already so buried I’m sure noone will see it. When the hell do you do all this writing?
David –
I think I mentioned to you on Friday that I have been having a prolonged manic episode that has lasted pretty much for the last 4 years.
heh heh
Crass as it may sound…
Damn that’s hot.
Kin –
Manic episodes are hot?