The Commish Is Back

To paraphrase Mark Twain, "Rumors regarding my disappearance have been greatly exaggerated."  the last month has been one long road trip and I like it that way.  First there was Yosanity, then Labor Day in Austin and then Longhorns/Buckeyes in Austin and if I am able to complete this post in something less than an hour, it will be off to Austin again to take part in the Big Hurt/Shannon wedding festivities.  Well, here goes.  First Yosanity, a term coined by Johnny Quinn to combine the Yosemite/ San Francisco trip into one concept and oh what a concept.  It was great.  The tee shirt should read "YOSANITY FOR Yo sanity".  Yosemite was awe inspiring.  The sights and wonders have caused me to go a little bit philosophic.  First of all Yosemite reinfoced my long held belief that perception is truly reality and that wonder is all about marketing.  Consider the giant Sequoias.  They are 300 feet tall, 2000 years old, immune to both devastating forest fires as well as 100 year droughts and yet the tree huggers on the left coast post signs warning you not to walk too close to them or else you might damage their fragile root system.  How about a break?  The trees were marvelous but when you think about it, there is nothing going on with these natural wonders that is not going on in every weed or blade of grass.  It's all the same, but contrary to some opinions, when it comes to stardom, size does matter.  Next, consider the cute forest squirrel.  Please, a squirrel is just another rodent with good pr.  and that pr is its fluffy tale.  If you saw the same sqirrel scampering across your yard with that ugly tail of his cousin rodent, you would call him a rat and the next call would be to the exterminator.  If you get the chance to go to Yosemite, look up Park Ranger Shelton Johnson for the best nature talk around, steeped in Chaucer and Shakespeare.  If you cannot find Shelton (He will be the on wearing the Michigan sweatshirt compliments of the Commish during his off hours), head for the Bridal Veil Falls campground wher Billy Crystal will be talking shit and how to use that knowledge to determine precisely what species of bear is mauling you to death.

Then it was on to San Francisco, where we celebrated Timdog's birthday with a sharp group of young folk.  We stayed at a great Bed and Breakfast run by Andy and Erin Chun.  The bed was at Greenwich and Larkin and the breakfast was at Vallejo and Polk.  The Chuns were fabulous hosts.  They evicted Tony D so we could stay in their new house on the hill.  Tony is in the middle of a kitchen remodel that will put those home makeover shows to shame.  I highly recommend visiting the Chuns when you are in the city by the Bay.  If you haven't got time to stay over night , just drop in for a shower, because they have got one of those YUGO AK-4700 shower heads that has to be experienced to be described.  Many thanks to Andy and Erin.  Erin is Irish and I. would now like to repeat the poem I honored her with on her wedding day.  Wanta hear it?

You're Irish and you're beautiful, and you're beautiful cause you're Irish, and if it would improve the lovetale I tell, I'd wear a shamrock in my lapel.

You're Irish and you're loveable and does Chun love you?, that he do

It's a thrill to repeat ...you're wholesome and sweet...and Irish and beautiful too 

Tim had just returned home from a big party with Mad Dog and his family in Nantucket.  Tim had planned to fly out on the day they implemented the no- liquid rule at airports This caused him a problem because he had a beer in his hand when he tried to get throught airport security.  I wrote a poem about that experience. Wanta hear it?

Tim was a lad bound for Nantucket

By plane, but decided to truck it

He's really no whiner

But when TSA took his Shiner

He said just take your airplane and **** **

Sorry, I got writer's block and couldn't think of an ending. 

Just a few words about Tim's party.  Tim, do you know any girls that are not knock down gorgeous as well as being brilliant.  J Lo has nothing on JClo when it comes to good looks and business smarts.  Then there was Jackie O who hate her knickname And the A-Train who loves hers.

I met Rosie, the Queen of Corona , (from Plano of all places) although I only saw her sipping on mixed drinks that night.  I just had to have a talk with Ba about that encounter, but Austin at Salt Lick just didn't seem the right time two weeks later.  I haven't the time or space to tell you more about Tim's party and all the beautiful people in attendance.  I'll summarize this way.  When I left the party, the average Hottie quotient both inside and outside the bar increased dramatically.

I am running out of time and I don't want to be late for the pre-nuotial bowling party in Austin.  It's going to be a grat event and I am so happy for Chris S and Shannon.  The only unfortunate part is that their wedding blog will probably be coming to an end and I will miss that.  Folks, I guess you will just have to wait to hear more about the trip, Texas/ Ohio State and various and sundry.  Coming up I will be asking for your help in tracking down the Townes Van Zandt/ ABBA connection and other mysteries that have baffled the world until now.  The Commish is back

 

Comments

[Dan S.]

I knew if I kept checking this page something would change besides the comments. Welcome back Commish! God save the drag queen.

[Chris F.]

Welcome back is right! Commish, where you been all my life???

Maybe it's because I was conditioned to your humor from an early age, but once again, you had me laughing out loud at this last post.

Keep the hits coming Commish, and you just might win back some of the blogaudience that checked out 6 weeks ago.

[flodown]

The links between Commish & Dave Chappelle are too significant to ignore. Just when HIHK looked like it would steamroll the blogosphere, Commish disappears mysteriously.

Unlike Chappelle, these new posts are not "the lost episodes." Instead of clearing out the closet of junk, Commish has offered up some gems: finely cut, polished, and near to his heart. As for the subject matter, he takes the personal and makes it global. These precious stones start with the nuclear family and reach out.

Commish, thank you for sharing your family jewels with the world.

[Big Hurt]

Welcome back, Commish. The world is a richer, more comfortable place when you are blogging.