Life Between Naps

life has been strange.

i say this so much i should have it tattooed on my butt.

jame's and andrea's wedding party at the playboy club

it has been 10 months since i have typed words on here, but it feels like yesterday when i was riding white knuckled down the highways of bali, trying to keep up with jake with a bushel of bananas hanging off the handlebars of my scooter.

flight home. in-n-out. SLO beer fest. kissed mom. back to san marcos. OSCAR’S. blue fire. livin’ with lauren. halloweenie. the beautiful brown of the desert. holidays with family(finally). engagements. cocktail parties. happy 2010!!. work work work. escuela. love love love. eat eat eat.

there is almost nothing to say beyond that. as strange as it may seem i am almost at a loss of words. between school and work i have been stuck in a loop of monotony for the last 6 or 7 months, the only break being the odd weekend of cheese laden debauchery with adam, a night of jack with todd,  or a chance encounter in riverside with often not seen friends; i have waited so long to type them out they are only fleeting bursts of excellence in the sea of boredom that has become my memory. sure, there are temporary moments of excitement when i say i am going for a hike or i think i will go to the whiskey festival, but inevitably the dream meets the pipe and i realize i will be working, working working.

getting down at the silver fox

but let me stop right there! i have been making and saving boat loads of money! i am getting straight A’s in school! and have been living pretty well, all things considered. so despite the aforementioned signs of the apocalypse, everything is pretty great. i have traveling to thank for my ‘cup half full ‘ view on the world. i mean, here i am, mike mccoy, the bartender, the lover, the world traveler, the humanitarian, the family man, the legend; traveling the world, righting the wrongs of blundering americana. i have seen the other side and i know we have it pretty awesome. last semester i took a sociology class, and when we were talking about relative poverty vs. absolute poverty i got it, i knew what the teacher was talking about and it made complete sense.

hi lauren

this has everything to do with what i was thinking tonight. i eat too much. this all stems from my time in new zealand. here i was, alone in a  country, with no source of income, and relying on nothing but those primeval wits that get the sperm from a to z… i would eat all the free food available to me and waste nothing in the hostels. the problem is i brought this mentality back, and where i was once able to control what and how much i ate, i now jump at any opportunity to gorge as if it might be my last. i do still exercise and i know i am not hurting the scale, but still, i feel like i am doing something wrong when i go for my 8th meal of the day. part of the reason is work, and its wonderful cafeteria. long has the la costa resort been known for its late night cafeteria awesomeness; the enchiladas legendary, the burgers massive, the LOBSTER beyond definition.

the wandering minstrel ninja

so, i have decided that my extreme preoccupation with food coupled with my recent passive aggressiveness is all stemming from a repressed need to express what is going on in my life. so here i am, again, rambling on about nothing in a mad attempt at skinny sanity(vodka soda with lime in hand): the crazies was pretty great; avatar is not best picture material; soda water is better than tonic; i get pensive when i hear my friends are getting engaged; i have absolutely no idea what i want to be when i grow up; i am almost grown up; the sun will rise tomorrow; everything will work out; i still don’t want to go to my 10th reunion; and finally:

i want to travel some more. yeah. there isn’t much to say about that, is there? i think i will wait until the end of next semester(spanish 3), and get back at it. south america, patagonia, i don’t know, it doesn’t matter. as most of you know, i do most of my thinking in the shower(with a beer), and lately, that thinking has been about plane trips to wherever… specifically, south america. i have entertained ideas of motorcycle trips to tierra del fuego in the past, and i really want to move. not move there, of course, but get moving. i want to feel the freedom of a country with a dictator, or a flag with a sythe. teenage romanticism at its best, i know, but being back in the real world of mortage rates and gasoline costs it has been a bore when there is a world out there waiting to be had, dollar in hand.

perfect shot

so here we are, i guess, everything will of course be ohhhh-kay. i won’t be running off to start some fried frog feet cult(unfortunately),  and i will be attending your easter dinner or wedding reception(unfortunately ). tomorrow the sun will rise, i’ll think some more in the shower, and before you know it, i’ll be quitting my job and running off to some country where the food isn’t what you expect and the people aren’t living the way you would think… there are certainly worse ways to be going through life.