The Fickle Finger of Fate...

...has seen fit to wedge itself firmly up my asshole as of late.

Is my Karma so bad that innocents have to suffer, all in the name of Ruining Shawn's Good Time?

In a nutshell:

I was supposed to hang out with a gal I know this past Saturday night. We were going to go to Jigg's Corner to see Section Three (DeanO's band) and then to The Grasshopper to chill with Chump. I guess, technically, it was a "date." I had a date. I think. Yeah, it was, by definition, a date.

I was looking forward to it. She's a genuine Cool Chick. Then: tragedy. She called me from the hospital Saturday afternoon. Cool Chick had been out shopping with her mom, when mom had sudden chest pains and numbness in her limbs. C.C. rushed her mom to the hospital, where they hooked her up to whatever arcane machines places like that use to determine Humanity's ills.

Cool Chick told me that she wasn't sure what was going to happen, and I told her to call me later and let me know what was going on with her mom. I've known C.C.'s mom for many years-she's a great lady. I know C.C.'s whole family. Good People.

We decided to wing it as far as our plans were concerned. I knew she would either be exhausted from the stress by the evening, or ready to self-medicate with a night of drinking. C.C. called me later in the day to give me the heads-up on her mom (which is their business, really, I'm not about to write about that shit), and let me know that she was too beat to hang. I understood completely (I'm not retarded). So, we postponed our plans.

I feel bad about the whole thing. I know that it's somehow My Fault. The Universe is against me, and conspired to strike down Cool Chick's mom just so we couldn't hang out and have a good time together. That's how shitty my Karma is.

(Now, before any of you take this seriously- I'm just kidding. I know the world doesn't revolve around me, and I know Cool Chick's situation has nothing to do with my nonsense. I'm not that egocentric, or that stoopid. I'm just concerned about the whole thing, having known the family for years, and humor is my way of dealing with it. Piss off.)

The(real)reason I know The Universe Hates Me is because when I went to the liquor store last night to stock up on Wild Turkey (in anticipation of "Soprano's Sunday") there was none. None more Turkey. I could've stepped up to the Maker's Mark (a foine bourbon, how do ye do), but I decided (in my "Infinite Wisdom") to go with the completely ghetto bottle of "Rebel Yell" (http://www.rebelyellwhiskey.com/home.html)

The saddest part of all this is...I'm digging it. I'm enjoying the Rebel Yell. God help me...


-Shawn