I reached under my prep table on the fry station today
expecting to grab the top of a box of cooking wine to refill a plastic bottle I
use to dispense it quickly when the time comes. What I found instead was a
banana. It was no ordinary banana. It was black, but not broken. I didn’t know
at first what it was because it kind of felt like a small human arm, but it
wasn’t the right temperature. Trust me, I know the proper temperature of a small human arm (it's 165 degrees for a minimum of 15 seconds.) I looked and saw it had been there for a few days
and I did what all men everywhere do next: I poked it. It had liquefied inside,
and when I picked it up, it fell limply in my hand as if it were my own penis,
although it was much larger and darker. I’ve never seen my own penis that
close up. I wonder if I should publish those last two sentences, or
even this paragraph. Anyhow, I threw away the rotting banana, and I got to
thinking; I really want to go to England to see David Gilmour.
About once a year since I sobered up, I Google David Gilmour
concerts, and this is the first year aside from Live in Pompeii 2 that
something came up. He’s playing as a guest at the O2 in London with Van Morrison and
Pretty Things in December, and I am now free to roam about the world, and I
have a travel bug that I got from my
mom and I think it’s time to go somewhere.
The idea first came out of my mouth a couple weeks ago and I
asked Amanda if we
could go, and she said yes. She preliminarily asked for assistance with the
girls while we would be gone, and it’s already covered. Amanda and I have gone
back and forth over the idea a few times in a couple weeks, and we set a
boundary for the price of an airline flight that would serve as a catalyst or a
hindrance, and I have found something below that number which, I believe, means
that we are going to go to Europe. I can’t believe I just typed that.
There are many days between now and December, and I haven’t
purchased the tickets yet, but I can feel it. I mean that I believe that this
is going to happen. Many of you know that I am a huge Pink Floyd fan. Well, I
have seen Roger
Waters a couple times, but I’ve always wanted to see David Gilmour in the
flesh. Well, this could be the opportunity to go on an amazing vacation with
the woman I love, and see a living legend. I will keep you all posted.
I planned on writing a full 700 words for this post but I
ended up watching several YouTube videos, and time has escaped me. It is now time
to make dinner for the girls and get myself to bed. Please comment on this post
however you can if you have ideas, good intel on flights, or want to give me
money for all of my hard work to help pay for all of this! J
