Monks Crashing
I’ve never quite known how to take Vince Vaughn. I think the thing is, I’ve liked most of his movies, but haven’t much liked him. Seeing him tonight in Wedding Crashers, I think it’s more complex than that — I like him as the jackass you hate, so long as there’s an Owen Wilson representing decent humans. Or something like that.
Did I mention that I think I found my drink? Really, what could be more perfect for me than Mad Monk? I think that Rasputin fellow and I might have a good conversation or two.
[drunken ranting snipped]






I had a Rob Roy last weekend. Wasn’t crazy about it.
I don’t know what you are supposed to do but I’m optimistic that you will end up doing it anyway. (That’s not very Buddhist so maybe it’s a Newscomaism.)
Sending you many good thoughts that you will know what the hell to do shortly, or you may be doing exactly what you need to do.
Okay, I’ll stop. Take care.
Ha, no worries, just some drunken ranting. Which I should probably snip before anyone else sees it :)
Sorry the Rob Roy didn’t work out! I can see why it wouldn’t, I’m not a great fan of Scotch.