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Spaghetti Dinner

Once a quarter, the church that my brother attends has a fund-raising spaghetti dinner. It's $5 for all the spaghetti, garlic bread, salad and wine you can stuff in your face -- dessert is extra. In the grand scheme of things, it's not the best spaghetti I've ever had in my life, but for $5 dollars, all you can eat, it does just fine.

I see it as a general social situation. My hope is that there will be some hot, single woman there. Well, there's good news and bad news in that area. The good news is that there are some hot women there. The bad news is that they're either too young or married.

Okay, so let's say I hit the jackpot and find someone at one of these dinners. What if she's a total religious freak? Isn't it a bit of false advertising to be at a church social function and not expect that the woman would turn out to be religious. If she sees me there, she's bound to think that I'm religious -- which I'm not.

"I'm just here for the spaghetti", I'd say to her.

Still, it's nice to get out into the world and see a lot of new faces. It's a racket, I'm telling you. I'll bet these folks make $3 out of every $5 that walks in -- and the gymnasium at the church/school is packed. You can't fault money that goes to organizations like this because they're usually going toward something wholesome.

I don't know if I mentioned in my rantings anywhere but I haven't had a beer in over 10 months. That's probably the longest I've gone without one since I picked up the habit many moons ago. I'm not sure what I'm going to do when the anniversary comes around -- yes, I know the actual date. I just may have a beer.

I always told myself I'd never miss it if I gave it up and to be honest, I really haven't missed it. For whatever reason, lately I've been thinking about it. To clear up a misconception, I have had a couple of glasses of wine in that 10 month time period. I never said I would give up alcohol, just beer. It's a weird distinction, but it's me we're talking about so I don't have to explain my rationalization.

I also heard from an old friend who's in a band. The band he's in finally finished their second album and he's going to send me a copy. He's very talented. His band does progressive rock with a harder edge... Spock's Beard meets Metallica. He says this album is even 'harder' than the last. To be honest, their music is really good but their lead singer is not. I'm not a big fan of the songs in which there are vocals or lyrics. I realize, though, that it's harder to attract an audience without vocals. I'm sure it's a tough sell. I fear this new album will have more vocals.

I did something last weekend that I hadn't done in -- well, I don't remember how long. I actually watched a movie on video tape. . I know!

I still have several movies on video tape, I just never watch them. I usually grab a DVD to watch but I don't have as many of those. I watched "Being There" with Peter Sellers. It's one of my fave's. I was quite impressed at how good the quality of the tape was. I figured it was going to be like listening to music on vinyl after having been used to CD's. It wasn't too bad.

Next spaghetti dinner: January, 2006. I'll be there, save me a seat.

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