I am a pure disicple. I watch all the episodes, even the “sweets” centered ones, even though I don’t like desert. Today, they really disappointed me. Actually, they really angered me.
Guy had his first snowball today. He raved! It was his first time ever…and it was in TEXAS!
Is this a joke? Is this man raving about this beautful snowy sweet desert from a hole-in-the wall taqueria as if they re-invented the wheel. They didn’t! New Orleans did.
(Okay, I am not at all sure of that fact. I have no care to find out what city actually originated the snowball BUT I can say with certainty that like Emeril has taken New Orleans as his pseudo-hometown, this city has taken ownership of the snowball.)
I am incensed right now. Guy do your research, come to New Orleans and find one of the 75 snowball places we have here and get you a good one dude.
Then you can say the ‘ish is “money” or “bananas”…Whatever.
I rarely take naps. I typically find them a waste of time, where I could be watching TV or something productive like that.
In any case, in the last 6 months naps have become a part of my life. Initially it was because I was working a very intense internship and going to school, which was a major change for my body. Especially because some nights I forgot ignored I had responsibilities, and stayed up until 3am.
One chilly November evening in New York, after I got home from school, I took a nap. That day I slept from 5pm until 8pm. I woke up in a state of alarm. I had no idea where I was, what my name was, why my mouth felt like the tarmac at JFK and why my neck and face were covered in sweat.
It was the first time I had the Washing Machine Effect.
I called my sister, of course, completely confused.
After a few minutes of having one of our more disoriented phone conversations, I told her I felt like I was in a washing machine - turbo wash.
That was IT! A washing machine. It has happened so many times before, it was like I was being washed with a new pair of jeans, slapping me in the face during the spin cycle. It is dreadful.
The very thought of ever having this happen to me, has furthermore scarred napping. Now I nap with caution. (who wants to sleep like that?)
Lately, the reason for my napping has been because of pure laziness. If you have never been the type of person who has never had an unfulfilling portion of their life, you may not understand. When your body starts getting into the habit of not sleeping until 5am and waking up at 12:42pm, by 3pm you need a nap. EIther you nap or enter a catatonic state of “eye-dozing” while watching hours of That 70s show. Does it make sense? NO, but it is a fact.
To further my theory, I have also found that napping after an Indian meal will ASSURE the WME. Will I ever stop eating Indian and feeling like a lullaby is filling my loins and not nap? NO. I will live with my WME, because I love Dahl Makni & Saag.
I’m realizing more and more that the roadblocks I face in my life can be attributed to 2 main things: (1) I’m in a perpetual state of “giving a fuck”—about all the wrong things and (2) I no longer (and have not for some time now) have access to people who can provide me with a consistant, albeit small supply of weed.