Friday, August 22, 2008

Legalize It

There is a big bruhaha in the media and on the web over a recent Washington Post article that some college presidents are asking for a dialogue to change the legal drinking age from 18 to 21.
To begin with, the bruhaha begins with the premise that we are discussing "kids". Their legal status is "Adult" once they turn 18. This arbitrary number, like 19 or 20 or 21, is not a measure of maturity, ability or responsibility. Because we cannot quantify these subjective aspects of a person, we pick 18 for most things, except drinking. Younger, in some states, for marriage…but that is a different story, right? It sounds to me like the current discussion implies that "College Students" are the only 18 to 20 year olds (or for that matter any age) that get into drunken accidents, experiment with drugs or start the long march to degradation. What makes 18 any more secure than 21?
While it is great that this discussion is being brought up by college presidents, who will represent the other 75% of 18 to 20 year old adults in this matter. Are they to be considered less mature or less able to control themselves because they have not sat through Poli-Sci 101 or Bio 101?
And lastly, I can understand why it is true on-campus, but why is it the colleges' responsibility to keep students from drinking off campus? The students are adults, responsible for their own actions under the law. I certainly cannot blame my college Dean for a DWI or worse at 40, why can I (or my parents’ lawyers) do it at 20?
Title by: Mojo Nixon

Thursday, August 21, 2008

White Lines

A silly thought occured to me in the shower this morning. (try to
supress the potty humor) I was watching some TV last night and the
inevitable 1 pound bag of cocaine shows up. Why it is inevitable I am
not sure. But that is a different post and rant.

Some one pierced the side of the bag with their pen knife key chain,
tapped a small pile on the tip of the blade and then tasted it. He
nodded to his partners acknowledging the stuff in the bag was what
they were after.

We have all seen the scene play out in countless variations in equally
countless programs and movies.

My issue is how do so many people know what cocaine TASTES like. Is
there some mirror version of wine tasting where cocaine users first
taste the stuff BEFORE checking the "nose" of the vintage? I am not
sure what to make of it...

The family returns from WI this weekend. It will be very nice to have
them back home.

Title by: Grand Master Flash

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Sunday, August 17, 2008

Stick With Me Baby

I am finally home. It was a VERY long day. One benefit is left-overs.

Thai chicken on a stick
Shrimp on a stick
2 ounce lobster tails..of course on a stick

The grill is fired up. My Rum & Coke is chilled. I am crashing hard in
about one minute.

Title by: Allison Krause

Moon Over Bourbon Street

The party has wound down. All the adults, except the designated
chaperones and the teens are gone or in bed.

It was a very busy 9 hours since my last post. A property full of
guests came and, mostly went. There was a beautiful sunset that made
me miss ms chere. There was a magnificent moon rise (full, I think)
that brought back memories of the U2 concert at Camp Randall many
years ago.

The guests seemed happy. More importantly, the Ps seemed pleased and
were able to enjoy their party.

It is time to catch a nap.

I forgot to post about the Police concert at Jones Beach. Elvis
Costello opened. Mind blowingly incredible.

Title by: Sting

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Saturday, August 16, 2008

Let the Good Times Roll

One hour before the party officially begins. Everything has been in
place for hours. The band and caterer are setting up. My staff is
getting cleaned up; my turn next.

It is strange that my day is starting in one hour, 10 hours after I
got here.

Title by: The Cars

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Effect and Cause

It is funny how this event is like the antithesis of our Spring Blitz.
There are almost as many vendors whose ultimate impact on the property
is making a mess.

Title by: The White Stripes

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The Candy Man

What do you do the day of an event when the caterer forgets the
chocolate for the chocolate fountain?

The Candy Man can...

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Bird Is The Word

Cleaning out the septic system on Wednesday and Thursday was not so
bad, if you do not mind 3 3 square foot holes in the lawn.

I just found a second bird of the season in the chandelier for the
gazebo. Preflight wrens still anest. Nothing we can do today but clean
around them.

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Can't Teach An Old Dog New Tricks

I am going to try blogging from my iPhone today as we make final
preparations for today's party.

My sad attempt at micro-blogging.

Title by: Gary U.S. Bonds

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Thursday, August 14, 2008

Song for the Dumped

The Ps big summer party is coming up soon. All the guest rooms will be filled for the weekend, plus a few other nooks and crannies. The party itself is on a Saturday evening with the teens making an overnight party of it. In all, there will be 150 guests or so.

Needless to say, there is plenty of planning and coordination with the band, tent company, caterer and others. The house and grounds are primped to the highest standard. The property has been a flurry of activity with housekeepers, maintenance, landscapers, pool & court vendors all doing their part to make the environment ready.

Everything goes into a master document. I amalgamated an assortment of documents together as a sort of punch-list for preparation and execution of events. As my sister says, it is the "Oh we ALMOST forgot..." list.

Did I forget to mention the septic backed-up yesterday? ...DANG, that bites!!!

Title by: Ben Folds Five