I’m sitting outside on the patio at my fave pub, nursing a wicked whiskey hangover. The bagel and cream cheese from the coffee shop next door and the Nihilist Stout I’m slowly sipping on, however, are both helping. It’s time to go back to only drinking beer and occasional wine with dinner. I’ve done same before, and my body is obviously demanding I do it again. I think I actually only started the whiskey up again because of Seamus, and his cigar bars. Now he has quit all alcohol, for good. And I mean that phrase in all its definitions: for good.
As I muse about this, two motorcycles pull up and park directly in front of me. A circular logo emblazoned on the back of each young man’s leather jacket reads, “Sons Of Silence.” Huh. Weren’t they the ones Seamus said had a contract out on him back in the day?
One of the men, stumbling on the stoop just outside the pub door, messily and briefly makes out with the tousled, rough-looking Gothy chick who had been riding behind him on the bike. With my black and blue hair and my tall, well-softened Doc Martens, I am noticed by them, if only in a small way, drowned out by the din of their performative presence. I turn my face to my Nihilist.
Neither Seamus nor I have posted here all that frequently lately, as I’m sure any readers we may have have noticed. There are a few reasons for that. But also, I’m predicting this blog has reached its natural conclusion, and is probably ending.
One of the reasons for our infrequency (actually probably the main reason), is that Seamus and I are together much more often than what has been normal in our past. Sure, we could do the Bars Of Yore thing (and still might), but we just. Haven’t.
Another reason is that Seamus has quit drinking. Again, that doesn’t necessarily mean there will be no bars for him, or that he couldn’t post non-bar or Bars of Yore posts instead, but. There’s a point at which the two reasons above combine to make this blog not a thing anymore, really.
The third reason we’ve been sparse posters here is that Seamus has been writing a lot lately under his real name. He describes the need for his pen name as a sacred mask of sorts, needed as a strength to begin his writing habit, when we began, and now that he’s writing a book under his real name, he says he no longer needs the pen name. He doesn’t have to rely on it to write. Now me, I never needed the pen name in the same way, but I too am writing more under my own name, so this venue has dropped in priority somewhat. (Also, for me, as any readers of my personal blog know well, my work as an English professor often takes all my writing time and energy.)
So. Is this blog on hiatus? Maybe? Not sure what’s happening with it, and of course a big part of that has to do with Seamus, but I’m writing this post much like the third episode of BBC’s Sherlock, season 4. If it continues, there’s enough open ends that it’ll make sense. If it’s the last episode, there’s enough conclusion there that it works just as well.
This blog will remain here, online, though, because it’s good stuff. Speaking for myself, it’s some of the best writing I’ve ever done. And it’s a story of a Journey. Read through it from the first post and you’ll see what I mean. It’s a narrative about what happens when two mad, intelligent, complicated beings collide in love so hard that their hearts smash together into one.
That’s what the frogs said, anyway. And I believe them.