My Succotash Wish

Apparently, a succotash wish is an actual thing, not just some nonsense invented by those crackheads formerly known as Dee-Lite. I googled it because I think it's a perfectly charming, disarmingly useless phrase and I came up with a bunch of sites featuring Alien Ant Farm lyrics (okay...) and a bunch of blog wherein said bloggers list their succotash wishes. Sadly, no sites actually defined said wish. I didn't scroll past the first page, though, so perhaps the universe has answers yet for me. I really want to OED that motherfucker, but I feel like that would be terribly terribly dorky.

So, I won't. I just won't know. For now. I'll find out. Cuz I want to know everything. I do. Last night I was at the usual bar with Mark and Brandon, my roll-dog, and this terribly drunk girl named Liz and I got kind of bored and sort of sombered up even though every drink was $1.75. So when Liz drunkenly suggested that we go to the Hard Rock (where she and Mark work, along with myself of course) I rallied. Yay Hard Rock. I really wanted a steak. And to buy the new Harry Potter book at the Barnes & Noble next door.

I walked into Midnight Magic or what-have-you and felt a strange mix of bemused scepticism and drunken enchantment. I mean, I really like the Harry Potter books and I had reserved a copy of The Half-Blood Prince months ago, but I still haven't finished reading The Order of the Phoenix... all that stuff at the beginning with Tonks and Kingsley Shacklebolt kind of didn't catch my interest. I mean, all right already with Sirius' screaming crazy undead mother. Really.

But I allowed myself to get caught up in the hoopla (as my steak was busy cooking at the Hard Rock), got myself a little numbered wrist band, plastic Harry glasses and a place in line. After about a minute I decided that hoopla isn't all its cracked up to be and ducked out to go eat at Hard Rock. I came back about a half an hour later just as my number was being called. Total wait time for the new Harry Potter: 3 minutes. Eat that Western World!

If there's anything I know how to do it's how to manuever a multi-line situation.

In any case, I had quite a bit of fun and, although I'm the king of closing down the bar (my first autobiographical one-man show, of course, is entitled "Wasted") I really enjoyed not being smash drunk and doing something different and sane (well, sort of sane... I was wearing glass-less plastic spectacles and guessing the number of Bert's Berries in a jar or whatever). And then tonight I was supposed to accompany James to this pseudo-frat party in Halethorpe (near the AIRPORT, my God) with one of his frat brothers. But somehow I ended up accompanying Work Lisa to her mother's birthday party at a Karaoke bar in Reisterstown (near Owings Mills, my God) and I had a terribly fantastic time and sang "Play That Funky Music White Boy" even though I was the only black person in the building and saw Lisa in a different light and enjoyed it thoroughly.

I'm reading this book called Your Best Life Now that my mother bought for me and I think it's changing my life. I don't know for sure, though, because I'm only through chapter 2. Still, things keep moving and I want to experience everything. And there's only so much you can experience being smash drunk at the bar you where you were last night. And the night before. I'm also making concrete plans to spend August in Biloxi opening a new Hard Rock and then return only to move to Hawaii in January for... for good, I suppose. Your Best Life Now says I ought to engage my vision and so I envision myself there. And the crazy thing is creating and focusing on a vision opens you up to so much else. So even if I don't end up in Hawaii in January (right now I think the chances are 70:30, Hawaii) I find myself open to something, anything else. Which is odd, as I've spent years feeling trapped. Feeling directionless. One doesn't need a direction to keep moving though... I guess.

I really wish I knew what a succotash wish was. I have a feeling it's some special sort of obscure colloquial thing... my deepest desire, my fanciful notion, my heart is alight with the thought, my pipe dream. Well, in any case, I have a succotash wish, even though I don't know that means. I have just one. We'll see. Perhaps the universe has answers for me yet.