It's Time to Live the Legend...

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It's time to live the legend. I had an interesting weekend. I shared some intimate moments with men I truly respect for their abilities in the professional world. At a certain point in the evening, before I got so out of control I could barely see, I had the opportunity to inquire as to the "secret".

So, I say, what's the secret to your success? He replies "..."

You don't get to know, I asked him the question, I get to know the secret. What I will tell you is that I've decided to live the legend. Some of you may wonder what that entails, but there isn't a direct answer. You can't tell someone how to live the legend, they've got to decide that themselves. It sounds a little cheesy, but that doesn't matter all that much, it's a thought, an idea, conveyed through a title. Think of it as an experiment towards an experience.

Wanted to take a moment and talk about the weekend, did quite a bit as it were. I've been really busy of recent, it's a good thing. Friday night, I left work at 3:30, which is barely night and all. Had to run home to track down a form, and went back to the east side to handle a banking issue. Finished up my business at the bank, and went and grabbed Reilly, and went suit shopping. One, I look fucking amazing in a good suit. That being said, understand I got a bit aggressive or zealous with my suit shopping, but style costs accordingly. So, the associate was a good guy, took great care of me, suggested a few very nice suits. It came down to a final four, and as much as I wanted to pick up 2, the daily spending limit currently in place on the bank account wouldn't allow such a thing. Not that it was in my best interest to do so any how. I can't say I'm at that place in my life where I can drop $700-800 in one fitting on 2 suits. So I end up in a three button charcoal grey Jones New York, with a heavy blue "2 Ply" Joseph & Feiss International shirt, and a blue and silver grandient tie from Ziggurat. It's a good look. With the pants tailored while I waited, the total tab on the outfit was $409.26, which was conviently all of 3 pennies over what I just got back from a bank error. Not that I didn't miss the money last month when it was misappropriated, but it was a nice little bonus in my time of need and all.

Funny thing is I get paid this week too, and while I have no idea what kind of check I'm looking forward to I do intend to go back and pick up the second suit, on either Wednesday or Thursday. Another three button, this one is black, with light blue and grey pinstripes, care of Kenneth Cole as it were. Which I do believe I'll also look exceptional in.

Back to the idea of my weekend, and sharing that with you all. Friday night, Reilly, Lou and I went and saw the new Exorcist movie, and grabbed a bite to eat. The movie ate some serious nuts, and the CGI was almost as poor as the script. Which was followed shortly there after by a lack luster meal at Quaker Steak and Lube. Had a burger, because I've never had a good experience with their wings. Actually, funny enough, we all had burgers, and no one really enjoyed them. The appetizer was the only redeeming part of the meal. A wide variety of deep fried bits, with three rather choice dipping sauces, all served on Fiesta wear, and a bucket... You can't beat food served in a cardboard bucket. The atmosphere there actually kind of bothered me, not that it has in the past, but for some reason it all seemed so cheesy and over the top. You can only be so impressed with garage parts scattered amongst the walls. Any who, went back to Mom's place in the clid after and took time to press the lines out of my new shirt. I don't know why they can't put dress shirts on a rack, so they don't look like they've been sitting on a shelf stuffed with straight pins and cardboard for years and years. Got home at two am, and hit the sack immediately because we had mass to attend in the morning.

One, I don't go to church, i'm not much for religon. Organized religon for that matter. But, Saturday morning I end up at Holy Family church at 10:30 am. All because of a man we call Dolan. Well, I guess Deanna takes some blame too, being as without her it wouldn't have been all that much of a ceremony. So, I'm sitting in a pew, next to Duffy, his girl, and Bob, who'd just one week previous had taken a $15+ pot in hold um, with trip 5's over my two pair, 3's and 5's... I think i'm only resentful, because he was fading in and out of consciousness half the hand. Though, he did prove useful in advising me how to make it look like I was kneeling down and praying to the lord with the rest of them. Not only that, but he didn't take communion either, which made me a bit more comfortable with the situation. It's almost like everyone falls into this groove where they're totally numb to what they're mindlessly supporting. The preacher says something, the masses reply. It would seem no one actually listens to him either, because what he's saying would seem so over the top and cult-like if it weren't such a major religon. Like, part of the wedding vows themselves are promising to maintain a christian home, raising their children by example, as good christian children. Hold a tic, what happened to the concept of religous freedom? How about letting the child choose which religous concepts he prescribes to? Not to mention, I do believe during the NFL season, the churches attendance almost halves? How about Madden as a false prophet? Alright, we're getting side tracked. I obviously respect Dolan a great deal, and attended the ceremony because it meant a lot to him. And then, we wait. I don't know if you want to call it bad planning, because when he explained the reasoning to me on Thursday, it seemed pretty ... reasonable honestly. There was a six hour gap between the reception and the ceremony. So, I'm hanging out with Duff man, and Ashley at Ashley's apartment, which honestly seems to be way the hell off in the cut. Hung out there as Ashley frosted the cake, ran out and got some Donatos and a pair of dowel rods for the cake. Ashley is a masterful little baker, and was commisioned to do the cake. Which turned out pretty damned well honestly, as much as the florist's assitant seemed to try to sabotage it. I actually got about a two hour nap in, which really did me well towards the evening. Though, for some reason I awoke with a horrid headache. So, Duffy hit me off with two Advil around the time we were delivering and setting up the cake. When I say we, I mean I stood around and tried to sound supportive.

6 o'clock finally rolled around, and we went up to South End to grab a drink, just so we wouldn't be there when the wedding party arrived. So, we grabbed a quick beer at the bar, then went back around the corner to the reception. For reference, this is where the madness begun. The reception was really great, it even had a powerpoint presentation that i assume Mike assembled. The speeches were pretty well done, seemed a bit off the cuff, but that can be a great way to let real emotion or compassion shine through. I was already about 4 drinks deep at the moment. Vodka and Cranberry, a dozen through out the evening. Mixed in the most reckless fashion by the bartending staff. While I was appreciative with how loose they were with the Smirnoff at the time, in retrospect I do wish they weren't so giving. It's now about 1:30, so I've got to wrap this story up. It's somewhere about 3 am, and I wake up rather quickly on Brett's couch, and make my way up to the bathroom, and vomit profusely. That really does well to wake and sober you up. So, I stay up for about an hour chatting with Brett and Mary Kay, being as I was suddenly so much better than before. I had a horrible morning, and spent most of today resting up from yesterday's excitement, and now i'm ready to sleep in preparation for the morning.

-Rys4K

p.s.- Living the legend, 7 short hours from now.