Hey there, Post-Pessimist Association readers (all six of you). I'm drunk.
Not really an unexpected occurrence around here, but tonight, I honestly expected to be in bed and responsible by midnight. That did not happen.
What did happen, about the time I saw some guy do a karaoke version of Golden Earring's "Twilight Zone" as I drank my third vodka tonic (cutting back on beer!), is that I found myself thinking of the weird associations I have with nations.
Yeah, nations. Not nations I think about for most of my life (Czech Rep., Albania). Not nations too big to ignore.
But ... those other nations. The countries that are there, but don't intrude on my daily life.
For instance: when I think of the Netherlands, I think of wooden shoes, hookers, Janwillem van de Wetering, Grolsch, and Golden Earring. (not necessarily in that order.)
When I think of Belgium, I think of chocolates and beer.
When I think of Denmark, I think of my friend Susanne, and Gammel Dansk (this amazing drink that tastes awful, but prevents hangovers the next day, and in fact I should do a shot)
When I think of Poland, I think of Ryszard Kapuscinski, Gabriel Samolej (former Polish goalie), kielbasa, and Czeslaw Milosz.
When I think of Sweden, I think of Entombed and Peter Forsberg and the original (good) version of "Insomnia."
When I think of Canada, I think of long-haired guys with receding hairlines singing Rush songs.
When I think of America, I think of "Torque" and Quiet Riot.
And on that note, good night. Thanks Fidel.