Thoughts from the Couch

Myself, a McSorley's, McSweeney's, and McPhilCollins were hanging out on the couch one day (today, in fact) when we decided it would be a good idea to reinitiate a blog to help us all through the coming winter.  Check the date on this publication.  Yeah, we're worried about the winter and we haven't even left the cool morning chill of August yet.  But Phil's sweet, sweet vocals from the Tarzan soundtrack, along with McSorley's amber lager, have gotten us thinking about the jackets and sweaters to come, the long sunless days that will replace our fanciful summer frolicking; nights at the bar for fun being replaced by nights at the bar for necessity and sanity.  

   Yes, all too soon shorts and tee shirts become jumpers and onesies.  And this year we are all faced with a new problem - there are no more ties to college for us to cling to, nothing to remind us of our wasted youth.  All that we'll have left to us are our memories of this day, sitting on the couch together on our day off.  Come November, we'll all want to be out on the beach again, yelling at Bennys, having our noses burnt, or getting infractions with zinc mustaches.  

  But the beauty of summer is that it only comes around every now and again.  And that's what keeps it novel in the first place - we only get to have it for two months every year.  For those two months, we're all eighteen again and can do anything.  For those two months we hunt for fun, we suck all the marrow out of life.  For two months, we find that we can live lifetimes, that we can be who we want to be, that we are, and always will be, young at heart.

  

That was only slightly gay.  Yeah, I know.  It's the beer talking.  And it's only 1:30 in the afternoon.