My Addled Brain

And happy new year to you, too.

I’m not one to toot my own horn - those of you that know me can pretty much attest to this. Hell, I often sell myself short when it comes giving myself credit. So having said that, I think it’s safe to say that my New Year’s Eve was much better than yours. I’m not giving out the grueling details, as those involved probably don’t want to learn that their night’s debauchery has been published on the Internet. But the pics speak for themselves. The ones I was willing to post.

Just remember: There ain’t no party like a Ron Dean party - ’cause a Ron Dean party don’t stop.

Of course, we can also trace back the best part of the party to Sunday - I went out on Uncle Ron’s lovely 38′ Wellcraft Excalibur - which does not suck, by the way - to Shell Island. Absolutely gorgeous day - not a cloud in the sky, about 70 degrees outside. Had some delicious carbonated beverages, those ridiculous Publix subs, and great company. In addition to Uncle Ron and his spitfire of a wife Leslie, they had their kids, Leslie’s sister and her husband, and her friend Michele.

Expect to hear that last name here again. All I have to say is, for now, any woman with a light drawl and a slightly evil sense of humor is most likely going to get a bit of my attention.

Continuing our backwards spiral through time, Saturday night I had the pleasure of The Madre’s company. We did a bit of grocery shopping, and stopped to eat some dessert, before coming back and watching The Man Who Wasn’t There (obligatory review to follow). I’ve had this movie on my shelf for a while now, but haven’t watched it before the other night. I really couldn’t tell you why - I love the Coen brothers - but I guess I never really got around to it. Or maybe my Spider Sense™ was telling me not to watch it.

Perhaps they should call
it “The Movie Where Nothing
Happens”. Good noir, tho.