It’s Not About Me

as i prepare for the long drive back to Jax, i was sitting at the comeback inn waiting for my muffelatta to be up and i sat thinking to myself how this trip was a wash. i didn’t do shi….let me rephrase that.

i didn’t do 90% of the thing’s i’d planned on. i missed both family reunions (LOOOOOONG story), didn’t get to hit up HOS, and didn’t even really see any of my friends. but then i realized something.

i didn’t come out here to REALLY do that. i came out here to spend time with Paw-Paw (he’s 89 btw, and is starting to look/feel it). we hung out, drank beers, i took him to the Quarter. we SWORE we were going to have ONE drink, and had 2 rounds bought for us. when we walked back to the car, i had received a ticket. lol. we ate at parasol’s in the irish channel, we watched baseball, talked, made jokes-

and got VERY sick. both of us have been out of commission since friday. hell, last night was the first time i actually slept and ate. he’s still battling over it though. good thing mom will be back tomorrow morning.

as i sat back i realized- this trip WASN’T a wash. me and paw-paw will remember this trip for a long time. he’s resting right now, so i decided to post this. but much like the blog, my visits to NO aren’t for me. sure, i enjoy them. but i primarily come out here to visit Paw-Paw. Lord knows he hasn’t got too much time left.

the blog, while cathartic, is mostly for the readers. i can’t wax philosophically like Badger, Mentu, Ashur, Privateman, etc. but if i decided to close shop tomorrow, my life wouldn’t change a bit. i’d STILL do just fine with women. i only care to share my experience with those that could stand to learn a thing or two about the fairer sex. i simply try to give a grassroots POV to the SMP as i experience it. so this blog is really for the readers, not me. it still blows me away to have as many female readers as i do. who’da thunk it? AMIRITE!!!

thanks to all the “lurkers” who commented recently. it meant a lot to me. i’ve read why us bloggers care about comments- well…….it’s encourages us to keep blogging. GOD KNOW’S i don’t want this turn turn into discussions of Tia or Dal proportions. but every once in a while it’s good to see a new faces here. so again…thanks. and-

stay up.





pic 1- me and paw paw at tropical isle on rue bourbon

pic 2- me vs. a shrimp po-boy. guess who won?

pic 3- muffelatta. comeback in. metry…ya herd meh.

17 Comments on “It’s Not About Me”

  1. deti says:

    Paw Paw looks good.

    Wish I could say the same for you. You look like you were already sick in that second pic.

  2. M3 says:

    ..but you’re looking much better in the third pic.


  3. Matt says:

    Family is important, more important than you realize until you don’t have any. Remember this.

  4. Chewie says:

    It’s not about what you didn’t do, it’s about what you *did* do. It sounds like you had a great time anyway, sickness notwithstanding.

    Besides, you got sick. Sometimes that stuff can’t be helped.

    • dannyfrom504 says:


      And I didn’t get sick….WE got sick. Lol. My uncle came over to visit and all 3 of us were laughing about it. Oh the “shit” jokes that ensued.

      He’s asleep right now and Brody is racked out right next to him. Should’ve taken a picture.

      Sent from my iPhone

  5. to paw paws e’rwhere

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  7. Hey Danny, ex-lurker here, from Argentina. Paw Paw looks a cool guy. Your advice always is much appreciated. Un abrazo.

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