sky high in the blind man's eyes
As many of you have surely noticed the Pasta Night updates have been alarmingly inconsistent for the past couple of months. There are countless reasons for this, political, personal and psychological, I was a witness to some appalingly uproarious acts of cowardice and betrayal by those I consider my closest friends, and decision making processes by others that were atrocious to the point of ludicrousness. These emotional atrocities then set forces into motion that left me fearing deeply that the demise of PASTA NIGHT was imminent. The sparse attendance at this year's OSCAR NIGHT PARTY seemed to indicate that our fortunes were sealed and my worst fears were coming to fruition. Only my unwavering optimism and nostalgia kept me from packing the proceedings in entirely and shutting the PASTA NIGHT door forever.
Yet those of you who know my nature are well aware that even in my darkest hour I would not give up hope, and on a gloriously temperate Tuesday evening last month I decided to take the proverbial bull by the horns and rededicated myself to acts of diplomacy in a steadfast attempt at eradicating all the hosilities and inequities that have plagued the group over the past year. My physical characteristics may suggest otherwise, but I've been blessed with the heart of a lion and the determination of a five-star general and once I commit to an act of such significant consequence only being at death's door would block my path toward completion.
Fortunately my prognostications of doom appear to have been shortsighted as the apparatus has been completely reassembled and I am OVERJOYED to report here a complete and total reconciliation of all the significant PASTA NIGHT parties EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY.
God be kind to you, many of you are young, idealistic, and you should treat your naivete as a gift, for the tales that brought this contingency to the brink of destruction would make even the most seasoned of behavioral observers shudder in terror. It's my intention to recount these stories here not only for some much needed personal cleansing but perhaps to serve as a cautionary tale of the unexpected hazards associated with friendship and congeniality with the hope that perhaps you will all find some personal peace in the pieces of tattered tales of friendships lost and recovered, hearts torn and mended, and freaks and charlatans ultimately being given their commupance (with only the utmostly appropriate dignity of course.)
Tonight we shall sit with hands clasped and heated hearts, waiting with baited breath the return to glory of this once great contingency. Tomorrow I will begin the treacherous task of recounting the steps of its near demise and destruction to the best of my ability, and hold every hope that once completed, I will have furnished you all with an illuminating depiction of the truly wondrous character of the everyman in today's society.
I sincerely appreciate your time and kinship, and look forward to further correspondence.
-SAM T
Yet those of you who know my nature are well aware that even in my darkest hour I would not give up hope, and on a gloriously temperate Tuesday evening last month I decided to take the proverbial bull by the horns and rededicated myself to acts of diplomacy in a steadfast attempt at eradicating all the hosilities and inequities that have plagued the group over the past year. My physical characteristics may suggest otherwise, but I've been blessed with the heart of a lion and the determination of a five-star general and once I commit to an act of such significant consequence only being at death's door would block my path toward completion.
Fortunately my prognostications of doom appear to have been shortsighted as the apparatus has been completely reassembled and I am OVERJOYED to report here a complete and total reconciliation of all the significant PASTA NIGHT parties EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY.
God be kind to you, many of you are young, idealistic, and you should treat your naivete as a gift, for the tales that brought this contingency to the brink of destruction would make even the most seasoned of behavioral observers shudder in terror. It's my intention to recount these stories here not only for some much needed personal cleansing but perhaps to serve as a cautionary tale of the unexpected hazards associated with friendship and congeniality with the hope that perhaps you will all find some personal peace in the pieces of tattered tales of friendships lost and recovered, hearts torn and mended, and freaks and charlatans ultimately being given their commupance (with only the utmostly appropriate dignity of course.)
Tonight we shall sit with hands clasped and heated hearts, waiting with baited breath the return to glory of this once great contingency. Tomorrow I will begin the treacherous task of recounting the steps of its near demise and destruction to the best of my ability, and hold every hope that once completed, I will have furnished you all with an illuminating depiction of the truly wondrous character of the everyman in today's society.
I sincerely appreciate your time and kinship, and look forward to further correspondence.
-SAM T