Spring Break '08: First Movement

The word "wild" doesn't even begin to describe the events of this year's Spring Break. Mostly because it's been pretty routine. For those of you playing along at home, shoving a little wooden representation of Peeps (my trusty car) and me around a state map, let me bring you up to speed. I'll have to keep this brief since the sun is up and the waves on Superior are looking choice. Here's how things have happened:

• The bell rang at school on Friday afternoon, and in new shoes I ran into the afternoon. I felt great, relaxed, and free. It was the beginning of SB '08! After I put my school bags in my car, making sure that my laptop was placed on the backseat in manner that would prevent falling in case I had to break hard, I walked back into the school to make sure that I'd locked the door to the office suite. However wild I thought about feeling, I didn't want to jeopardize anything.
• My ace buddy and I went to the Last Turn Saloon and met some teaching pals there. It was a lot of fun. Though initially, the excessive talk about global warming, floating garbage islands, and fuel prices was a bit sobering, the Finnegan's Irish Amber eventually righted our craft (it takes 1oz. of Finnegan's to get the brain moving, and then electrical impulses can take over between draughts).
• Leaving Baxter and Brainerd, Peeps and I travelled to Aitkin. I got to my folks' place on the river, and in the absence of a white cross drawn in chalk on the door, I walked right in. Within 10 minutes I was on the road, heading north to Emily. It seems that there was an influenza blight of some sort battling my most excellent parents. After offering my services as a retriever of soup or 7-up, I retreated, knowing that a run in with flu at this early stage of SB would severely hamper the expression of my freedom.
• I made it to my friend Strong Johnson's house at 8:30pm. I'd asked him to raise a mug at the distant Brainerd Saloon earlier, but he was unable. We both agreed that the universe had willed us together, so we had a drink, sang some songs, and travelled deeper into Emily to visit the Log Cabin, where Strong's g-friend, M-gan works (Drink Consumed: White Russian Songs Sung: "Here's a Quarter, Call Someone Who Cares", "Angel Eyes", "Wagon Wheel").
• At the bar in Emily, I first realized the potential power of a blog. The service was excellent, and the music was great. I was feeling a bit irreverent and began asking for things that I knew I couldn't have: ashtray, money back for peeled and returned pull tabs, and a phone to call in an incorrect pizza order (seemingly making the incorrect pizza, once cooked, free for attendant patrons). My increasingly and seemingly humorous ideas were being turned down repeatedly. Feeling powerless, I said "Oh, well, I guess this will all be in my blog [arms spread to indicate all details physical and conversational]." This idle bluff became a favorite line that night. Of course I was kidding, but here I am, 2 days later, blogging about it! Little did I know that my somewhat bleary oaths would actually find credence here.
• In conclusion, I'd like to muse upon this idea of blog imitating life. In the past, SB's might have been considered decadent, but I didn't think that I'd consider decadence a possibility this time out. However, it seems that my silly and good-natured threats at the bar, have become reality. Experimenting with blogs and hinting at their ability to right social wrongs (actual or perceived) may be something that I, and others like me, should leave to the professionals. There is a philosophical and physiological interface taking place that I'm unprepared for. It appears that this may be a gateway blog, perhaps leading to harder blogs. I'll keep you posted as the experiment continues. Next stop: Duluth.