Animation is good for you

Watching The Incredibles for the thirtieth time has reminded me of the joy Saturday morning brought me growing up as a child and how I desperately NEVER want to lose my appreciation for well-aimed anvils, invisible paint, triple strength battleship steel armor plates or rocket sleds. On one of our many nights out over many a Guinness & Jameson's, my dear friend Ceirin and I discussed the usual poop: Buddhism, Socrates, the importance of Henry Miller, the impact of Bauhaus and De Stijl, and of course, personal happiness. It was around the fourth or fifth round when Ceirin assumed an air of extreme seriousness, and fixing a rather severe and piercing eye on me, asked that most important question..."If you could have any one thing at your disposal with which you could do something out of the ordinary, what would it be?" Having wanted this item my entire life, I responded without a hint of hesitation..."That's easy, a hole." Having been educated in all serious matters, and with a healthy amount of whisky currently residing in his bloodstream, Ceirin nodded solemnly while murmuring under his breath "Aahhhh...of course. Handy things, these holes are, I assume?" "Terribly handy," I assured. "And where would you keep this hole of yours?" demanded Ceirin. "Well, in my pocket of course!" I exclaimed. "That way I could pull it out of my pocket and throw it anywhere I wanted whenever I needed to." Brow furrowed and deep in thought, Ceirin signalled for another round and when the drinks arrived he immediately grabbed the Jameson's, and holding aloft, he peered into its golden caramel depths while he asked "and where exactly would one purchase such an item as this hole of yours?" "From the Acme Products Company," I replied. Ceirin nodded absent-mindedly while draining the last dregs of whisky into his gullet, and as he set the glass down, a slow and strange smile began to ooze upon his face. "This company delivers worldwide, yes?" asked Ceirin. "Why, as a matter of fact , they do," I answered "and they're quite efficient as well." Ceirin raised his pint towards me and with hushed reverance declaimed "Then you shall have your hole, lad. And it will be the best hole the company produces. No inferior product for you, my boy. No sir!! It shall be the best hole money can buy." Three years later, Ceirin asked me to be the go to guy for his wedding, to which I naturally accepted. So I asked my friend Maria, who is a kick ass D.J. around Calgary, to provide the audio ambience, contacted my wine agent friends for the liquid libations we would require and other such tasks. And on the great day, Ceirin told me to follow him to his car and help him with carrying some items into the hall, and upon opening the trunk, I experienced an overwhelming feeling of completeness, for there before me was my hole. Shiny rubber and deep ink black, it was 3 feet in diameter...perfection. And being the sort of man that he is (Irish), Ceirin said "I got a deal on the Insta-matic Paint Set, so I figured what the hell." He held out a tin bucket and a large whitewash brush to my quivering hands, and as I nervously accepted them, I glanced into the bucket and saw that it contained Angels' Nectar... a bottle of Jameson's. "In case you need to paint a train tunnel or overpass to get away," Ceirin continued "and keep it to yourself, my dear sir. We don't want the Jones' getting envious, now do we??" And with my most desired now firmly in my grip, we went arm in arm down the lane towards the hall humming "It's a long way to Tipperary", as he prepared himself to accept his own most desired reason for escaping this world of ours every now and then. And she radiated when she smiled at me and said "I see you got your hole safe and sound. The Ista-matic Paint set was my contribution, no matter what Ceirin has told you. I thought it might come in handy one of these days, knowing you." And with a wink and a quick peck on my cheek, she swiftly and determinedly grabbed Ceirin and said "Let's go and get this done before you decide to be the first to try out that hole." And with that, off we three went to start another episode of antics. So you see, some dreams can come true, you just have to not wake up.