Had a good time last night down at the Bidwell thing. It was Latin music, which I absolutely love. Ran into (e:enknot) and (e:drew) which was nice. I enjoyed Bear Republic's Racer 5 IPA, a favorite of mine when I visit Fat Bob's. So far, so good.

But....when I got home I actually watched two romantic comedies. How to lose a guy in 10 Days, and some other shite movie with Sandra Bullock and Hugh Grant. Fookin hell, the guys and gals in these movies always have wonderful lives. Peeps, what went wrong last night? Part of me enjoyed the movies, but most of me woke up in the morning with a hangover, saying "What did I just do?"

I've been reading some articles recently on MSN, and who knows where else about being single in your 30's, some of them supportive, some of them based on books that liken it to a disease, like you have AIDS or something if you haven't married by now. Some people say you're lying if you assert that you're just fine the way you are.

Someone here a long time ago said that staying in one relationship with one person is not the default human condition. I agree...after all love is a fleeting emotion. Nothing lasts forever, absolutely nothing. Why people willingly commit themselves and their financial future to something so finicky is astonishing to me. Since half of marriages fail, with the other half more or less tolerating each other with a few exceptions, certainly nobody is being fooled, least of all the Good Lord.

Today I can tell you that I'm happier and feel better about my present and my future than at any time in my 20's. I'm more sure of myself and what I want out of life. It isn't a fear of failing or an aversion to commitment. I've never betrayed any of my girlfriends.

So then, what exactly is it that I want out of life? Never say never. I may end up being married one day. Perspectives change, and people change, but one thing I am certain of is that I want love, which isn't the same thing as marriage. Giving and receiving love, now these moments are what make life worth the daily grind. You may say, hey jerk you just said love is fleeting. It is fleeting, and temporary, but the time I've felt like someone loved me were some of the happiest times in my life. I would rather experience that 10 times in my life and never be married than get the daily "Why the fuck ain't the garbage taken out yet?"

Maybe you can get the best of both. Can you? I think the next person who honestly showed me they loved and cared about me, I probably would be very hesitant to leave that situation if it came down to being married or not. Maybe that's the time to buckle. But that feeling, that rush, is something you can't get from any pill or bottle of liquor. That's what I want, for a lifetime, all or nothing, realistic or foolish.

We have friends visiting this weekend from Albany and Princeton. One of the crew is pregnant, so I've been thinking about non-alcoholic cocktails. She was more of a dirty martini type of person before she got pregnant. Anyway, I was looking on BabyZone and saw this one. What do you guys think?



Also, the Kir Royale looks promising for the rest of us. Don't get me wrong, I love Bourbon, but these types of mixed drinks are awesome.

I love watching Wimbledon. Of course, today I can't watch Andy Roddick and Andy Murray, and it seems like it's a good match, but I will definitely be watching Wimbledon finals.

It's been a while, and my rants aren't as caliente as they once were. Once in a while Jerry's fiance will make a remark concerning how mellow and even tempered I am. Some may confuse this with being dispassionate. I don't have a certain Swede's hair trigger temper but I still do get pissed off like everyone else. I'm not a saint.

I may have spit on a waitress last night at Fat Bob's. Totally by accident, of course, I'm not an asshole, but I've been getting over this Chronchitis, bringing up phlegm and snot and have had to get it out of my body. We were outside, and I tried to be courteous and dip my head around the corner when getting the shit out of my system yesterday, and sure enough this waitress comes barreling through. She got a little spittle on her leg or something. Let me tell you from experience, no apology is going to satisfy someone in her situation.

I was horrified that she got a lil contact, but I can't feel bad about doing something that is more or less involuntary when you're getting over an illness. I tried my best to apologize, I really did, but she insisted on being a bitch the rest of the evening. Came round and said how disgusting it was. Came around again and called me and my friends pigs. My friends didn't have a fucking thing to do with it!! I don't know her name, but if I did I would publicly call her out. This prickly little tart couldn't accept my apology and move on with life. You know what? Fuck off. The guy thing to do is to say you need some dick in your life. One of my pals ended up getting sick of her and telling her off, which resulted in us moving on to Colter Bay. Next time I see her I'm going to ask her out.

Next - one of my pet peeves is passive aggressive insulting. By pet peeve I mean it makes me very angry. You know what I mean - the kind of bullshit that makes you think "Is this guy actually trying to break my balls?" For some reason or another, people think they're so goddamned smart that as long as they attempt to mask their insult nobody will be able to figure it out. Michael George Hake is one of these people. Yes, pat yourself on the back again, numbskull, and bask in your glory. This is the kind of person who yells their own name while beating off. Michael George Hake, let me give you a piece of advice. Stop being a passive aggressive pussy and say what you mean if you want to insult someone. I didn't find your "joke" funny at all. You don't know me, and don't know the Jasonisms. And Josh actually apologized to him for tearing him an ass! Fuck's sake! I'm gonna remember that, Joshy.

Lastly - Al Franken. I suppose for most people this is "Nuff said" but I look forward to one of the most hateful and bitter people in the world making clowns out of the people who voted him into office. For the life of me I can't figure out what would compel anyone to vote for that guy. It's astonishing. It's like a boozed up Michael Savage getting the confidence of the electorate. I don't think they're mentally fit. The guy in interviews is trying to make himself look like a scholar, JFC it is absolutely revolting. He walks the earth while the blessed Billy Mays is tits up. I am going to get a ton of mileage out of that asshole, so I guess that's the silver lining.