Jen went to Erie.

Greg stayed home with the dog, the cats, and the tortoise that hasn’t eaten in a few days. (Let me go do that right now.)

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Okay, now the tortoise ate.  (Have you ever closely observed a tortoise eating?  It’s fascinating.  The beak, the noises, the oily black eyes that somehow convey judgement and emotion.)

I decided to record a solo podcast last night. I don’t entirely remember what I said, and I haven’t listened to myself yet…so we’ll be on a tandem journey. What…did Greg have to say?!

I do have notes, which I apparently wrote down at some point. They go like this:

1. Drunk Aversion
2. Louie C.K. Show
3. Drinks: Wigle Manhattan in an Arsenal Cider House tasting glass. Sierra Nevada Hop Hunter IPA (6.2), Sierra Nevada 5 Hop Experimental IPA (5.8)

So yeah.  I believe the first is related to the fact that I’ve had an interesting relationship with alcohol and the buzzed feeling of the second drink since my monumental hangover last Sunday.  The second, “Horace and Pete,” which is a brilliant, wonderful, amazing, soulful on-line play/show that Louie C.K. created and then put out for $5.  You should do it.  And the last thing, well…that’s obviously what I drank.

I know I’ve got, “Alone Again, Naturally” by Gilbert O’Sullivan at the beginning and the song that’s been stuck in my head all day, “Locomotive Breath,” by Jethro Tull, at the end.

This should be fun.  A choose-your-own-adventure.  Together.  Let’s see what the hell I said!

I present to you, “Alone Again, Drunkenly.”

  I’m Kunk Drunkle.