I bought Drunky Monkey with great expectations. He and I would have tons of fun highjinks and crazy adventures together. He would be the PleePleus to my Zane Lamprey… confused? Watch ‘Three Sheets” on Hulu.com you’ll understand. And in the begining this happend! We started slow with, what I thought, would be an easy wine tasting weekend with my mother. But that ended up being a pretty hardcore trip, per poor Drunky Monkey’s slow slide into inebriation seen above. But that trip is for another blog.
After that we went to a sake festival together, but our relationship was quickly looked upon as strange “why is there a monkey sticking out of your purse?” my slightly drunken “why isn’t there one sticking out of yours, buddy!?” didn’t help the situation. Then there was the Portland to Coast relay, which started well but realizing too late that running with a monkey sticking out of your sports bra labels you as the “odd one”. p.s. sorry about not washing you after that, but you know me.
So now you sit on my shelf next to that hat I really couldn’t pull off and the Learn Spanish in 30 Days DVD set. It depresses me so much to see you there that I once put you in a drawer. But guilt and shame quickly made me take you out, that and the silent monkey screams I heard in my head as I started to walk away…that was disturbing. So there you sit, slumped with your heads between your knees. Trying to get over the nausia that is your life. But don’t give up hope, maybe this summer will be our summer. You never know, it could be the Summer of the Monkey!