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There is therefore an undeniable thrill about getting liquored up in Islamabad. The possibility is very real that as you sit discreetly sipping your Bulgarian merlot from a plastic bag, you will be instantly decapitated by a nail bomb. You might even be shot in the head for the simple crime of drinking. Your chances of dying in this way are not astronomically high. But nor are they astronomically low.

Lawrence Osborne, The Wet and the Dry: A Drinker’s Journey

Time Out

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I always used to say, “If I’m not working, I’m on vacation.” On a 29-degree workday, the closest I could come to a tropical getaway on my lunch break was to munch on a Cuban guava pastry (pastelito de guyaba compliments of a co-worker who just returned from Key West), bundle up in a winter coat, and trudge out to my car, where I enjoyed the sounds of Caribbean music while catching some rays through the sunroof and immersing myself in Treasure Island on my Kindle for an hour. That counts, right?

Year End

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{NYE 2010}

December 31, and it feels like springtime outside. I spent the morning sleeping in, taking a long, relaxing shower, and cleaning up my room. My plans to close out the year today include joining J and Diesel on a long walk, posting my final resolution update of 2011, and listening to Radio Margaritaville while I read Treasure Island on my Kindle outside. Then I’m going to throw on a sequin blazer and some ridiculous heels, and head over to Tina’s with a cake, my boyfriend, and two bottles of Prosecco to ring in 2012.

Like I always say, the even years are better. Looking forward to a fresh start. =)

Happy New Year!

Iced Tea, Vonnegut, and Cat Puke

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It’s the first hot day of the year (a grappling 83 degrees out there, people), and — you won’t believe it – the air conditioning at work is broken. Since it’s still technically early spring, I am wearing jeans and a light, short-sleeve sweater. Don’t worry, though. I’m actually pretty comfortable temperature-wise. Fans have miraculously appeared throughout the office as if they were the new result of rabbits reproducing, and I’m pretty sure this whole place could take flight at any moment what with all of the air being propelled about. I’m staying cool (in more ways than one) by drinking some bright pink iced Bella Coola, which is potentially going to cause me to develop one of those second-grader drink-stain mustaches around my mouth. So it goes.
Speaking of Kurt Vonnegut (you either caught that or you didn’t) and my quest to read all of his novels in order, I finally finished God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater after skipping Cat’s Cradle because I already read it. It took me several months to read this one; I must admit it was a difficult one to get into, and I read the entire Sookie Stackhouse series while I was taking extended breaks from it. I think I had to start all over from the beginning about three times, which was surprising, especially considering that the main character mentioned in the first sentence of the first page was a large sum of money in the amount of $87,472,033.61 that was producing more than $10,000 daily in interest. I read the first two sentences and thought, "Hell yeah! Count me in!" But, in the end it wasn’t so much about the money as it was about Eliot Rosewater and his philanthropic insanity that was, to tell the truth, entertaining, but not as much so as Vonnegut’s four previous novels. The ending was pretty witty, but too little too late for me. On to the next one – a re-read of Slaughterhouse Five.

Since I actually wrote this blog post in an e-mail to myself this afternoon with the intent to post it tonight and backdate it to this time I actually wrote it (which I am currently doing), I would just like to say that I really, really, really look forward to getting home from work and finding a heaping pile of cat vomit on my carpet. Really.

So it goes.

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I’m just hanging out at my desk, mourning the death of my favorite author – Kurt Vonnegut. The guy was brilliant. Hilarious. In honor of him, I am going to collect all of his books – or at least read them all. (I kind of planned on doing that anyway, but…) 

Anyway, Mr. V., you had a good run. 85 years, and more than a dozen humorous novels. Thanks for those. My favorite so far is Breakfast of Champions. Peace out, and don’t forget, "The 2 prime movers in the Universe are Time and Luck." Someday I’ll name a pet after you.