Surprise?

"...it's a boy Mrs. Walker it's a boy. It's a boy Mrs. WALKER, it's a boy....A SON!!!! A SON!!!!"

If you couldn't tell Lindsay and I found out recently that we're going to be having a boy (hold for applause). There's the debate over whether or not to you want to find out. Some say yes, other's want the surprise. I just don't see how the surprise can be any more bigger than the one you get when you see the two stripes instead of just one. The day you learn your boys can swim --especially if you've never "slipped one past the goalie" if I can borrow from Seinfeld (which is having a fire sale thanks to Michael Richards playing Michael Douglas in 'Falling Down'). Now THAT's a good one. Also, while not necessarily a surprise, when you see the baby on the ultrasound --totally blown away. I realized that I haven't been blown away in long time (See 20min Antelople Set I closer -10/6/00 Shoreline- siiiiiick). I think the first shot of the spine was the craziest, followed by the outline of his shoulder and arm --good looking arm too like Lincoln Hawk in 'Over the Top'

So that's the question: Do you find out or not? I say if there's knowledge out there, whatever it may be, don't deprive yourself. Plus when we found out it was a boy I could use the: "at least my kid will have a chance to become President" comment at Thanksgiving with Lindsay's family. Thoughts?

Cotzumalguapa!

Ahha! As you've noticed, Papa's got a brand new bag. I'd like to thank everyone for coming out to Rock the Vote. It was a reaffirmation of this digital utopia. Big Up's for the write-in's --some highlights were:

"Goomba Soup"
"Guinea Gezzete
"Chardonnay Cowboy"
or even "Knights of the Highlands" (which is either Jeff Lazaro or one of my sisters)

Why the title? Because we came home from Q on Clement St. after the greatest deal on a NY Strip (Spiff, right?) anywhere close -$14.95. Linday got the _loaf and we got the cheesecake to go. It sort of went: "We'd like to share the cheesecake only in our pajama's". To which our gay (happy) waiter asked if we were coming back in the pj's. Now, Lindsay and I might share a late glass of wine after a dinner like this --however, I find myself solo (for a wonderfully, beautiful reason sweetheart) and curious if an iced down Jameson would not be nice before hitting the 5th straight workday. Possibly. Definately? No go. No Jameo in the house. No iced down 'sippin tea'. Here it is: For a relaxing post-deal on the NY night--col' gots to be!

Santa Lucia Cotzumalguapa --providers of Zaya Gran Reserva 12 year old. This is a sample bottle I got as a parting gift one night (a year ago) from Chase at Cosmopolitan on Spear St. here in San Francisco. Chase and I see eye to eye it seems, simply from me joining in on Access after-work get togethers. Chase is a good dude. He was even nice enough one Friday night to politely ask Lindsay if it was ok if I put my sweater back on because the "Fuck Ya'll I'm from Texas" t-shirt was alarming to some of the patrons having dinner. I had just flown in from business in Austin, the capital of TX --understandable (oh and the "you're in blue country now", comment from one of the bartendars really assured me that this was the greatest $9 I'd ever spent). Perhaps I should thank Access or mabe Afflixio (he doesn't read this) for the heady intro to Chase, but because of the 'no Jameo' thing, I'm into the Chaz rum and if I may...."Daddy needs a Jameo!" [Jay'Mo]

Well, its interesting of course and the thought does certainly count with a gift of a nice bottle no matter how small (see many nips from stockings past) -- but I just can't get over the paint thinner aspect. I boiled the water and let it stand in the snifter before dumping then pouring the rum. I even paired it with the cheesecake! I'm not sure --maybe I'm more of an iced down than an dump and pour man, er Daddy (to be). If anyone (Chase?) has any thoughts on improving this, please comment. Comment, get it? Comment?

Thanks everyone again who voted or even visits here. We may have new survey's coming up soon --Doctor and I still need to patch our bikey-gang name to our jackets.

Blogger: We have a problem

It has come to my attention that I am not the first person to use "Daddy needs a drink" as a title for musings and other banter. I'll save you the gory details of copyright infringements and teams of well-dressed attorney's beating down my door, but just because you hear your wife's gay boss use a hilarious term does not mean that someone else has not used it previously.

With that, we regret to inform you that while the blog will be holding strong (or at least updated every once in a while) the title will nontheless be changing. The good news is --being that I am a wicked big Web 2.0 participant (just short of the tatoo), and the fact that today was the mid-term elections, we'll be doing this shit democratically.

Please click on the below to vote for the new name of this blog:

Click here for your civic duty

Now go tell 10 people to do the same or you'll all receive a check for $10 from Bill Gates.