...not because of the adult content, but trying to read through the mistakes in grammar and spelling might traumatize you for eternity and disappoint your parents by not getting into college and getting a good enough job and move out, so they can get rid of you and enjoy their own lives.
I write this after our thirdnor is it fouth pub. I will leave all the misspellings and more than usual'istakes because swell I just can't do any better at the moment. So you the reder if there are any you out there, readers that is, you will have to struggle more than usual to disciper per by spelling andngrammar. After all, be grateful you're getting a blog posting in the shape I am in. Wow an actual sentence with no mistakes. Where was I, oh yes after thenlast pub somehow the Sun and I made it home. Or in reality staggered home. The Sun decided to switch to scotch at the last pub so his staggering was a littl more pronounvced. As he was on his third or was it fourth, i mention to Bill that he switch to the $15 dollar a shot scotch. That i refused to stand still anwatch somone i loved destroy his liver with cheap booze, Good thing as we came in there was this couple with their keynote and opened the door, or we might have had to sleep on the grass.
I keep for some being distracted. We started our eveingnafter we came off the train from Stirling Castle. We had a long, upward walk back toward Edinburgh Castle.We walked down to the area called Grassmarket street. A place where public excucations took place and stillmbears signs of where the hangings occurred. I told Bill how disappointed i was that there were no gallows left standing as I felt itwould have make a good picture akingn place. The are is filed with lively music, colorful people, you probably did't noticed brut there was a delay as I nodded off. Yes, colorful people and PUBS... I am back....
There will be many new paragraphs just to keep my ramblings in some coherent place. we found a place call the Fiddlers Arms pub. I am working hard to finish this one post because if let it go and read it tomorrow sober I will be horrified and embarrassed and fix it, but then in would lose the authenticity of the moment----inebriated. I guess I should check with my wife, Sarah as she might be embarrassed at what the masses might think of HER being married to a man who not only actually wrote this but lived it. Now she will get those dead silence looks from people she runs into who will say "oh, your married to him." I guess I or men in general have a higher embarrassment quotient as embarrassing yourself is part of the quest for manhood.
We knocked off a couple of wines in what was a lively pub standing in a place where nothing happens. I am going to go faster as I am nodding off. Beginning sentences and something's in the middle. Then we started to walk, now during this walk you will get no flowing words of beautiful meadows, with the smells of cut grass and everyone is wonderful images. Instead, where we ended up won't show up in any guide books. It is a place where dreams come to die, where rock and rollers with one foot in the grave inhabit dirty, urine, and condom filled cobblestone alleyways, where kids in imitation leather motorcycle jackets, designed to give a baby faced kid a hard ass look, but no Harley guy would be caught dead in, walk side by side with women in high heels wearing handkerchiefs disguised as a miniskirt, kids with three different color hair, empty trash filled lots begging for gentrification, alongside abandon buildings, smoked filled burlesque houses where bouncers gave us uneasy looks not knowing if we were suckers to be fleeced or undercover cops posing as tourists. I mentioned to Bill that there's not a legit ID down here. A place where the booze is watered down and cheap and the women made up and NOT so cheap. Strangely, I felt at home (not the hair part :-/), not the home I cohabit with Sarah but home from a different time. the truth these were more than likely kids from the university of Edinburgh blowing off weekend steam away from the judgmental, prying eyes of their parents.
********These few paragraphs were started at 11pm and finished about 3:30 in the morning. At one point I nodded off for 30 minutes only to awake with the iPad on my chest patiently waiting. Bill and I hit more than the one pub mentioned but since I could not recall them when I was typing and for authenticity I will not ad them now that I am sober in the morning.
As I reread this I am horrified that people might think me as dumb as this looks and reads. I have a degree actually three of them from legitimate colleges and universities, not mail order houses but who is going to believe it after reading this blog posting. So I think should make the corrections, nah F*** it if people can't take a joke. I know Bill was laughing when he read through this part. At the end of the day, I believe that those who care about you believe nothing bad and those who don't believe everything bad about you.
I write this after our thirdnor is it fouth pub. I will leave all the misspellings and more than usual'istakes because swell I just can't do any better at the moment. So you the reder if there are any you out there, readers that is, you will have to struggle more than usual to disciper per by spelling andngrammar. After all, be grateful you're getting a blog posting in the shape I am in. Wow an actual sentence with no mistakes. Where was I, oh yes after thenlast pub somehow the Sun and I made it home. Or in reality staggered home. The Sun decided to switch to scotch at the last pub so his staggering was a littl more pronounvced. As he was on his third or was it fourth, i mention to Bill that he switch to the $15 dollar a shot scotch. That i refused to stand still anwatch somone i loved destroy his liver with cheap booze, Good thing as we came in there was this couple with their keynote and opened the door, or we might have had to sleep on the grass.
I keep for some being distracted. We started our eveingnafter we came off the train from Stirling Castle. We had a long, upward walk back toward Edinburgh Castle.We walked down to the area called Grassmarket street. A place where public excucations took place and stillmbears signs of where the hangings occurred. I told Bill how disappointed i was that there were no gallows left standing as I felt itwould have make a good picture akingn place. The are is filed with lively music, colorful people, you probably did't noticed brut there was a delay as I nodded off. Yes, colorful people and PUBS... I am back....
There will be many new paragraphs just to keep my ramblings in some coherent place. we found a place call the Fiddlers Arms pub. I am working hard to finish this one post because if let it go and read it tomorrow sober I will be horrified and embarrassed and fix it, but then in would lose the authenticity of the moment----inebriated. I guess I should check with my wife, Sarah as she might be embarrassed at what the masses might think of HER being married to a man who not only actually wrote this but lived it. Now she will get those dead silence looks from people she runs into who will say "oh, your married to him." I guess I or men in general have a higher embarrassment quotient as embarrassing yourself is part of the quest for manhood.
We knocked off a couple of wines in what was a lively pub standing in a place where nothing happens. I am going to go faster as I am nodding off. Beginning sentences and something's in the middle. Then we started to walk, now during this walk you will get no flowing words of beautiful meadows, with the smells of cut grass and everyone is wonderful images. Instead, where we ended up won't show up in any guide books. It is a place where dreams come to die, where rock and rollers with one foot in the grave inhabit dirty, urine, and condom filled cobblestone alleyways, where kids in imitation leather motorcycle jackets, designed to give a baby faced kid a hard ass look, but no Harley guy would be caught dead in, walk side by side with women in high heels wearing handkerchiefs disguised as a miniskirt, kids with three different color hair, empty trash filled lots begging for gentrification, alongside abandon buildings, smoked filled burlesque houses where bouncers gave us uneasy looks not knowing if we were suckers to be fleeced or undercover cops posing as tourists. I mentioned to Bill that there's not a legit ID down here. A place where the booze is watered down and cheap and the women made up and NOT so cheap. Strangely, I felt at home (not the hair part :-/), not the home I cohabit with Sarah but home from a different time. the truth these were more than likely kids from the university of Edinburgh blowing off weekend steam away from the judgmental, prying eyes of their parents.
********These few paragraphs were started at 11pm and finished about 3:30 in the morning. At one point I nodded off for 30 minutes only to awake with the iPad on my chest patiently waiting. Bill and I hit more than the one pub mentioned but since I could not recall them when I was typing and for authenticity I will not ad them now that I am sober in the morning.
As I reread this I am horrified that people might think me as dumb as this looks and reads. I have a degree actually three of them from legitimate colleges and universities, not mail order houses but who is going to believe it after reading this blog posting. So I think should make the corrections, nah F*** it if people can't take a joke. I know Bill was laughing when he read through this part. At the end of the day, I believe that those who care about you believe nothing bad and those who don't believe everything bad about you.
Sign and name of the first pub we hit. Actually, here Bill and I shared a wonderful, very intimate, personal conversation about our past and present, the search for understand and meaning in a complicated, chaotic filled world, that both takes from you and gives, the passing of time, and especially our relationships to and with the people that have made up of the fabric of our lives. This was and i am being very real here not joking nor us with too much drink. Traveling together has a moment, a place and time where you can feel a bonding. To me this was that moment.
People already say, "oh... you're married to that guy" and then they shake their heads (in a positive way) :-)
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This one made me laugh out loud! Nodding off in a bar with your IPad? You're damn LUCKY it was still on your chest when you woke up!
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