Friday: Took off @ noon due to 13 hour day Thursday. Came home...uhh. Wtf did I do. I prolly ate. Probably played some Xbox. Oh. Duh. I worked on the Mustang, which has been immobilized in the garage all week. Apparent theory was 'bad gas, fouled plugs'. Got new plugs, some gas additive, and it worked. Plugs were definitely fouled. Bad. Weird.
Anyway, finished that, Ellen came home early, we hung out for a bit, picked up Helen/Eric and headed West to Wii. Good times/drink/food were had, I suck butt at not pushing buttons. Left kinda early due to incoming death storm. Played more xbox.
Saturday: Decided late last night to forego the usual Mardi Gras revelry due to death storm (snow+30mph winds+outdoor drinking=suck). Invited everyone out to the Kingston compound for "Mardi Garage". Ellen made some Jambalaya and creamy chicken nacho-ish items, that were awesome. Bought a pingpong table, because it was on clearance for $60. Bought inflatable sleds, because, c'mon...sleds.
Folks showed up around 4, and we started drinking heavily. Nate/Eric and I decided it was a good idea to shoot BB Guns until we got frostbite. Eventually the wind died down, and we decided that it was a good idea to drink more, and sled down the hill at the back of the lot leading into the cemetary. Got cold, drank more. Robdrea showed at some point, we drank more, then decided to sled again, semi-drunk. Good times. Got cold/tired, went back into the garage and started the beer pong. Drank a lot more. Pizza was ordered at some point. Delivery guy played beer pong. Some of decided to drunken sled again. I think. People left at some point. Jacuzzi action was had. It was cold. I wore a hat. Wound up in bed around 3 I think.
Sunday: Woke up late and hungover. Spent the majority of the day on the couch. I think I got Taco Bell. Watched the 15th anniversary edition of Resevoir Dogs. Sooooooo much better. They totally nailed the transfer and remastering. Actually can't wait to check out the 2nd DVD.
Monday: Off for P-day. Laid around till about noon. Made the first of like 2389 trips to Advance Auto for parts for the truck. Went to the new Home Depot in town for truck items. Spent the rest of the day working on the truck. Laid new wood down in the bed over the old rotten wood, replaced the piece of drywall in the rear window section with new plexiglass, put a clock in the truck, little shitty cupholder console in the seat, fixed the retarded PCV delete the previous owner did, fixed and re-did the leaky exhaust (removed the muffler, but routed it out the side of the truck so it doesn't leak back into the cab and used the right sized piping), and did the oil change from hell (Had to use an impact wrench on the oil plug, the filter was only removed after spearing it with a 24" bar for leverage). Finished everything around 6. Caught up on DVR shit.
The rest of this week's plans include walking the dog for the first time in months, avoiding retardedness at work, and chewing gum. This weekend I vow to finally finish the closet project, and finish changing the oil in the rest of the cars. Maybe.
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Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Monday, February 12, 2007
The reason I don't blog more...
This is an example of why my postings have been lax as of late.
Friday: Met up with Natelown after work at Los Coraporelos for the sweet, sweet totally authentic mexican awesome food that our wives won't eat. Massive burrito Al Corapal and tounge taco (sounds dirtier than it is) for me, tortas por Nate. Fucking awesome. Love that place so much. $6 meal filled me up for 2 days, I swear.
After that, we hopped in Beef Supreme and made a booze run to celebrate Nate's end of tenure at Walgreen's. Drank a bit, Ellen showed up shortly after, and we drank a shitload more and just hung out. Ellen was plowstered, it was funny. She fell. Off the couch.
Passed out at some point kinda early I think.
Saturday: Woke up, went over to Spring Garden for the awesome diner breakfast lovin. Love that place. So much. Laid around the house talking about all our plans to get all sorts of shit done. Took nap. Went to Kohl's. Bought clothes and shit for the bathroom. Went to Goodwill. Found the best thing ever, but since we had no cash, and didn't want to charge $2, we didn't buy it. Did photograph it though: (Again, cell phone cam, what'd I do w/o you?)
Yah. It's a glove/Hamburger Helper hand that says "HI!" on it, with some like mistletoe or some shit on the cuff. It makes no sense on any level. That's the kinda shit that dreams are made of, though. I can't even venture to guess the historical pertinence of such an item.
Anyway, after that we took the dog over to Lowns and let the dogs play for a while. Then we hit Blockbuster, went home, ordered Papa Johns, and sat on our asses and watched movies (Crank: Horribly EXXXTREME) (Employee of the Month: Better than Crank, but I'm a sucker for Andy Dick). In bed around 11-12.
Sunday: Woke up, let Lown's dogs out again, got Sonic (Supersonic Breakfast burrito, WHAT?) Drove out to BFE to pick up freebie stock exhaust for the Mustang. Came back, decided since we were in the midsts of a heatwave (40 degrees!) I should put up the new storm door out back. Amazingly, it went in w/o a hitch. I had to re-drill and modify things a bit to make everything line up our old-ass house (width at top of doorframe: 31" bottom: 31.5" whoops), but taking my time and drinking beer payed off handsomly, as everything worked on the first shot, and the only time I cussed was when I dropped the door on my foot once. Wrapped that up around 5, and met Lowns for BW3 (Ultimate Bloody Mary with Wild sauce FTW), and then decided to go see Hannibal Rising (better than EOTM and Crank). Actually pretty cool movie.
There ya be. Long weekend coming up thanks to presidents and stuff, and Mardi Gras Saturday as well. Slated to get like 7" of white shit tonight, so gunning for closures and whatnot tomorrow, which would result in me working a 40 hour week 3 times since Thanksgiving. That'd be sweet.
Friday: Met up with Natelown after work at Los Coraporelos for the sweet, sweet totally authentic mexican awesome food that our wives won't eat. Massive burrito Al Corapal and tounge taco (sounds dirtier than it is) for me, tortas por Nate. Fucking awesome. Love that place so much. $6 meal filled me up for 2 days, I swear.
After that, we hopped in Beef Supreme and made a booze run to celebrate Nate's end of tenure at Walgreen's. Drank a bit, Ellen showed up shortly after, and we drank a shitload more and just hung out. Ellen was plowstered, it was funny. She fell. Off the couch.
Passed out at some point kinda early I think.
Saturday: Woke up, went over to Spring Garden for the awesome diner breakfast lovin. Love that place. So much. Laid around the house talking about all our plans to get all sorts of shit done. Took nap. Went to Kohl's. Bought clothes and shit for the bathroom. Went to Goodwill. Found the best thing ever, but since we had no cash, and didn't want to charge $2, we didn't buy it. Did photograph it though: (Again, cell phone cam, what'd I do w/o you?)
Yah. It's a glove/Hamburger Helper hand that says "HI!" on it, with some like mistletoe or some shit on the cuff. It makes no sense on any level. That's the kinda shit that dreams are made of, though. I can't even venture to guess the historical pertinence of such an item.
Anyway, after that we took the dog over to Lowns and let the dogs play for a while. Then we hit Blockbuster, went home, ordered Papa Johns, and sat on our asses and watched movies (Crank: Horribly EXXXTREME) (Employee of the Month: Better than Crank, but I'm a sucker for Andy Dick). In bed around 11-12.
Sunday: Woke up, let Lown's dogs out again, got Sonic (Supersonic Breakfast burrito, WHAT?) Drove out to BFE to pick up freebie stock exhaust for the Mustang. Came back, decided since we were in the midsts of a heatwave (40 degrees!) I should put up the new storm door out back. Amazingly, it went in w/o a hitch. I had to re-drill and modify things a bit to make everything line up our old-ass house (width at top of doorframe: 31" bottom: 31.5" whoops), but taking my time and drinking beer payed off handsomly, as everything worked on the first shot, and the only time I cussed was when I dropped the door on my foot once. Wrapped that up around 5, and met Lowns for BW3 (Ultimate Bloody Mary with Wild sauce FTW), and then decided to go see Hannibal Rising (better than EOTM and Crank). Actually pretty cool movie.
There ya be. Long weekend coming up thanks to presidents and stuff, and Mardi Gras Saturday as well. Slated to get like 7" of white shit tonight, so gunning for closures and whatnot tomorrow, which would result in me working a 40 hour week 3 times since Thanksgiving. That'd be sweet.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
California broke me.
Being in nice weather for two days totally got me all pumped up and ready to rock out some shit outside. It's 20* here. I can't do jackshit outside, it's too cold. I still want to, though. But it's mostly boring house shit (put up new storm door, install gutters, stain deck), so I guess it's OK that I can't do it. Or something. Weather blows.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Rachael Ray, cracker whore.
And I don't mean cracker as in honkey. I mean the damn cracker whore. I can't buy a single box of any sort of crackers without looking at her mug, and going back into the internal debate of whether I think she's doable or not.
Ritz - I'd do her.
Saltines - Notsomuch.
I'm very torn. I can't remember what she looks like on Wheat Thins.
Ritz - I'd do her.
Saltines - Notsomuch.
I'm very torn. I can't remember what she looks like on Wheat Thins.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Escape from L.A. (in pictures)
Hello, loyal readers. Long time no rap.
So, to preface the adventure, I'm an idiot, and decided it would be a good idea to fly to California to see Chris and help cheer on the Bears for their bi-decade Superbowl showing.
Saturday: Woke up around 630, got ready, hit the airport. Sat around for a while, got on plane, sat around for another 3.5 hours. No movie, just crammed in the middle seat of coach (2/3 configuration) feeling my butt go numb every so often. Slept, read Skymall.
Got to LAX, was outside waiting for Chris to pick me up at 12:10. Chris picks me up at 12:50, and we head into town in search of food. Hit Porto's, this amazing Cuban rendition of Panera (omg so good) and load up on the grub. Head back to Chris' apartment and chow down.
After that we head out in search of provisions for Sunday's festivities, and pre-gaming for the night. After striking out at the first liquor store (they had their license suspended, so it was basically a porno and lotto store at that point), we hit 2 more before we find a nicely stocked joint. Procure beers, Johnny Walker Green label, and Redbull. Hit Ralph's, procure chips and pop. Head back to the apartment, and unload. Wind up setting up his Xbox360, drinking some Scotch, and playing table tennis and Madden. Good times.
After that, we got changed, and headed out for the night of adventure and whatnot. First on our stop was an establishment Chris had said he always wanted to go to, but never had the chance. Figured I'd be game for going, and since I'm always up for adventure, we struck out, and landed at our destination:
The photo obviously is chopped off. The full name of the establishment is "LIVE NUDE GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS". You can't short a place like that one of its GIRLS, so I figure that's worth mentioning.
Anyway, we valet (???), make our way past the luxurious curtain-door, and feast our eyes upon the place. The sign lied. There was only one, partially nude girl in the place. Two stages, obviously only one of which was occupied. One dude on the rail. Generally creepy and seedy, even for a place with a name like "LIVE NUDE GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS". Being the guys we are, we figure beer fixes everything, so we belly up to the bar. Our hearts sank upon seeing two lone taps for O'Douls. Our fears were confirmed that although "they're totally nude, it's great", they only had juice/soda ($5 Cokes, thanks)/bottled water. We were instructed to make our way across the street to the bar, "get a good buzz, and come back". They were even nice enough to make an exception to their no re-entry rule, and doorman Max was instructed to let us back in when we were ready.
So, across the street (actually across the 4 lane highway and railroad tracks) we landed at the Big Fish. The bar apparently being named for their mascot...
Yeah. It's a dark pic, but it's a big ass fake stuffed fish (with another fish in its mouth). Some random Luther Vandrose concert was on the stereo. Half the TVs had the concert on (with subtitles), the other half, Cops. There were about 8 people in the bar (counting us). We ordered strong drink and proceeded to play shitty darts. We ordered more strong drink, and half a beer (I ordered a full beer, but the pour was less than exquisite. They're better at strong drink.)
As karaoke was winding up, we made our way back to L.N.G.G.G.'s. Now there were 4 patrons. And more girls (Girls girls). Upon entry, we were greeted by....some random stripper. She was nice. We hung out at the tip rail on stage 1 for a while, witnessing some horrid horrid performing, that was only made less shitty by the fact that each girl (girls girls) only had one song per set.
The crappiness (and $5 coke) made me have to pee, so I went to the bathroom, only to find a urinal full of ice.
I peed on it. Peeing on ice while drunk is fun. No clue why it was there, but that's irrelevant now.
After giving about 6 of the girls (girls girls) some pity tips, we left and made our way back to Burbank to meet Cari and finally eat.
We arrived at PF Changs, ate some decent Chinese (I'd never been), had some more strong drink. Headed over to BJs to meet up with some folks and get killed in the head by Jeremiah Red. (beer). Not really sure what happened at that point. I know I ordered Romeo to drink a lot. We went back to Chris/Cari's at some point.... I apparently ran into the "tiniest mints ever":
According to Ellen, I proceeded to leave her a voice mail about how I was Gulliver in regards to the Lilliputian-esque mints. And Ted Danson.
I wound up in bed, not covered in puke, so I consider it a good night.
Sunday: The pre-planned flag football game for the morning was cancelled late Saturday due to severe drunkenness and impending hangover, and thank God. Hammered dogshit. Woke up, got showered, Cari rocked the banana bread. People filtered in for the Super festivities. Brats were made, mass quantities of shitty-for-you-but-awesome snack food was consumed.
At some point, Chris' dog sat on my shoulder.
At some other point, football happened.
Much screaming at the TV both in happiness (1st half) and anger (2nd half). After a disappointing showing by Chicago, we proceeded to get proper into the drink and play some cards. Poker'd/drank/stogied until about 2am with a rotating crew of Ian/Jerry/Carolyn/Johnny Tran/Ronnie/Alex and I'm sure some other folks I'm forgetting. Good times. Much drank. So much.
Monday: Woke up too early due to stomach issues. Watched Price is Right. Hung out for a bit, ate some breakfast, then headed to the airport. It was 80 out.
So nice. Got to LAX, had enough time to eat some highly overpriced Burger King ($10 for a #8), and caught the plane out. Managed to snag an aisle seat at checkin, and thankfully the middle seat was unoccupied, and I had a tiny 400-year-old Chinese lady in the window seat, so I had plenty of room to stretch out. Spent the trip alternating between trying to sleep (loud-ass flight attendants), reading Motor Trend from cover to cover, and looking at Skymall again.
3.5 hours later, we landed on a windy, snow-covered runway in St. Louis. 10 fucking degrees. Yay. Waited my ass off for the parking shuttle, then made my way home on the ice rink that was I70 through town. Got home at 9:45. Died.
And now I'm at work. Yay. Definitely good times though. Got to see Chris/Cari obviously, also got to hang with their crew some, which is always a good time. Kinda wonder why I always thought camera phones were stupid before, because obviously they come in handy. :)
So, to preface the adventure, I'm an idiot, and decided it would be a good idea to fly to California to see Chris and help cheer on the Bears for their bi-decade Superbowl showing.
Saturday: Woke up around 630, got ready, hit the airport. Sat around for a while, got on plane, sat around for another 3.5 hours. No movie, just crammed in the middle seat of coach (2/3 configuration) feeling my butt go numb every so often. Slept, read Skymall.
Got to LAX, was outside waiting for Chris to pick me up at 12:10. Chris picks me up at 12:50, and we head into town in search of food. Hit Porto's, this amazing Cuban rendition of Panera (omg so good) and load up on the grub. Head back to Chris' apartment and chow down.
After that we head out in search of provisions for Sunday's festivities, and pre-gaming for the night. After striking out at the first liquor store (they had their license suspended, so it was basically a porno and lotto store at that point), we hit 2 more before we find a nicely stocked joint. Procure beers, Johnny Walker Green label, and Redbull. Hit Ralph's, procure chips and pop. Head back to the apartment, and unload. Wind up setting up his Xbox360, drinking some Scotch, and playing table tennis and Madden. Good times.
After that, we got changed, and headed out for the night of adventure and whatnot. First on our stop was an establishment Chris had said he always wanted to go to, but never had the chance. Figured I'd be game for going, and since I'm always up for adventure, we struck out, and landed at our destination:
The photo obviously is chopped off. The full name of the establishment is "LIVE NUDE GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS". You can't short a place like that one of its GIRLS, so I figure that's worth mentioning.Anyway, we valet (???), make our way past the luxurious curtain-door, and feast our eyes upon the place. The sign lied. There was only one, partially nude girl in the place. Two stages, obviously only one of which was occupied. One dude on the rail. Generally creepy and seedy, even for a place with a name like "LIVE NUDE GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS". Being the guys we are, we figure beer fixes everything, so we belly up to the bar. Our hearts sank upon seeing two lone taps for O'Douls. Our fears were confirmed that although "they're totally nude, it's great", they only had juice/soda ($5 Cokes, thanks)/bottled water. We were instructed to make our way across the street to the bar, "get a good buzz, and come back". They were even nice enough to make an exception to their no re-entry rule, and doorman Max was instructed to let us back in when we were ready.
So, across the street (actually across the 4 lane highway and railroad tracks) we landed at the Big Fish. The bar apparently being named for their mascot...
Yeah. It's a dark pic, but it's a big ass fake stuffed fish (with another fish in its mouth). Some random Luther Vandrose concert was on the stereo. Half the TVs had the concert on (with subtitles), the other half, Cops. There were about 8 people in the bar (counting us). We ordered strong drink and proceeded to play shitty darts. We ordered more strong drink, and half a beer (I ordered a full beer, but the pour was less than exquisite. They're better at strong drink.)As karaoke was winding up, we made our way back to L.N.G.G.G.'s. Now there were 4 patrons. And more girls (Girls girls). Upon entry, we were greeted by....some random stripper. She was nice. We hung out at the tip rail on stage 1 for a while, witnessing some horrid horrid performing, that was only made less shitty by the fact that each girl (girls girls) only had one song per set.
The crappiness (and $5 coke) made me have to pee, so I went to the bathroom, only to find a urinal full of ice.
I peed on it. Peeing on ice while drunk is fun. No clue why it was there, but that's irrelevant now.After giving about 6 of the girls (girls girls) some pity tips, we left and made our way back to Burbank to meet Cari and finally eat.
We arrived at PF Changs, ate some decent Chinese (I'd never been), had some more strong drink. Headed over to BJs to meet up with some folks and get killed in the head by Jeremiah Red. (beer). Not really sure what happened at that point. I know I ordered Romeo to drink a lot. We went back to Chris/Cari's at some point.... I apparently ran into the "tiniest mints ever":
According to Ellen, I proceeded to leave her a voice mail about how I was Gulliver in regards to the Lilliputian-esque mints. And Ted Danson.I wound up in bed, not covered in puke, so I consider it a good night.
Sunday: The pre-planned flag football game for the morning was cancelled late Saturday due to severe drunkenness and impending hangover, and thank God. Hammered dogshit. Woke up, got showered, Cari rocked the banana bread. People filtered in for the Super festivities. Brats were made, mass quantities of shitty-for-you-but-awesome snack food was consumed.
At some point, Chris' dog sat on my shoulder.
At some other point, football happened.
Much screaming at the TV both in happiness (1st half) and anger (2nd half). After a disappointing showing by Chicago, we proceeded to get proper into the drink and play some cards. Poker'd/drank/stogied until about 2am with a rotating crew of Ian/Jerry/Carolyn/Johnny Tran/Ronnie/Alex and I'm sure some other folks I'm forgetting. Good times. Much drank. So much.Monday: Woke up too early due to stomach issues. Watched Price is Right. Hung out for a bit, ate some breakfast, then headed to the airport. It was 80 out.
So nice. Got to LAX, had enough time to eat some highly overpriced Burger King ($10 for a #8), and caught the plane out. Managed to snag an aisle seat at checkin, and thankfully the middle seat was unoccupied, and I had a tiny 400-year-old Chinese lady in the window seat, so I had plenty of room to stretch out. Spent the trip alternating between trying to sleep (loud-ass flight attendants), reading Motor Trend from cover to cover, and looking at Skymall again.3.5 hours later, we landed on a windy, snow-covered runway in St. Louis. 10 fucking degrees. Yay. Waited my ass off for the parking shuttle, then made my way home on the ice rink that was I70 through town. Got home at 9:45. Died.
And now I'm at work. Yay. Definitely good times though. Got to see Chris/Cari obviously, also got to hang with their crew some, which is always a good time. Kinda wonder why I always thought camera phones were stupid before, because obviously they come in handy. :)
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Viva 'government' jobs!
How sweet. Haven't had MLK off since school days. Weekend update, since that's all I seem to use this for these days.
Friday: Ellen did stuff in the city; I prepped to get drunk and play xbox. Supposed ice storm had squashed my plans of seeing Pomeroy play, so I was bummed. Had a couple beers, then the Lown's called; met up with them at Hurricanes for the cheap heavy pour goodness. Came home, drank more. Ellen showed up shortly after. Went to bed.
Saturday: Poker was to happen, so I decided to go out in search of a couple table toppers to make play a little easier. Went to EVERY GODDAMN STORE in F-view (Kohls, Target, Wal/K-Mart, Walgreens, Sams, other Wal/K-Marts, Sears, Spencers, Macys, etc, etc). Nothing.
So, I gave up in anger. Ellen had gone to Altamont for Ann's baby shower, and she managed to snag one at the Target in Glen Carbon. So that was nice of her. I obtained a keg, went home, and started cleaning. People showed up eventually, and poker was played. I started out the game very, very weak, was down to $175 in chips, and staged a massive comeback thanks to some heavy hands, to win it all. Minus $20, which I lost to Jack in a post-game Cricket match I had no business in.
In my drunken blur, I think someone mentioned strip clubs, so me being the shitty host I am (sorry guys), I up and left with Steve/Jack/Keith/Jake to PT's, where I blew all my winnings plus $50. Good times were had obviously. The cab ride was enlightening, Kahn had some interesting insights into life. Honestly, between the strip club-priced beer, lap dance, post-PTs awesomeburger and 40 fucking dollar cab ride home, I'm amazed I spent as little as I did. Staggered into bed around 4:30 or 5.
Sunday: Woke up around noonish I guess. Watched the first quarter of the Bears game, and headed over to the new Buffalo Wild Wings in Edwardsville, which is a damn sight closer than the one in Ofallon, IL. So that was happy. Hangover necessitated strong drink in the form of Super-hot bloody mary with Garlic spice wing sauce, and Mango Habañero bonelss wingys. Did the trick like mad. Left near the end of the 3rd quarter, made it back in time to watch most of the 4th, and the kick for the win in OT (go bears!). Hung out for a bit more. Took a nap? Headed to Edwardsville again cuz I had the urge for some Kreiger's. Rocked the cod sammach, wound up getting desert. Went back to Cville, hit blockbuster on the way, picked up a Scanner Darkly. Proceeded to watch and have our minds melted a bit. Went to bed, had fucked up dreams.
Monday: Woke up at some point, lounged about for a bit. Ellen did laundry, I started on "the day of doors", which consisted of me starting to mount the new closet doors, but failing because of the idiot who built the closet putting facia boards on that narrowed the doorway by 1/2". Began partial demo of closet. Grr. At some point, I convinced Ellen to give me my bday present way too f'n early. Anyway, my wife is the bomb shizzle and grabbed me a wireless steering wheel/pedal set for the xbox, which makes the wait for Forza2 that much more insane. Played around with PGR3, made her drive some, obivously she handled the cars better with a real wheel than the controller, so that was cool.
After that, I borrowed Nate's truck to finish the day of doors. Friday night, our back storm door (we always use the back door of the house) decided to bust one of it's hinges, which had been on it's last leg since we bought the house. Also, needed to pick up a wheelbarrow from Erin's house before it got sold. So, it was off to Belleville, then to F-view, to Home Depot for much deliberation, and finally buying the 2nd cheapest storm door they had that wasn't aluminum, which will be nice I think. Dropped off shit, dropped off truck, came home to bitchin meal Ellen made of some onion ring concoction, mashed potatos, carrots, and wine-marinated thin strip steak that rocked the bum.
Watched Event Horizon, had our minds melted a bit more. Ellen went to bed, I stayed up and played some xbox till about midnight.
Viva the long weekend, I say. This weekend is Grice's bachelor party, followed by wedding next week. Should prove interesting.
Friday: Ellen did stuff in the city; I prepped to get drunk and play xbox. Supposed ice storm had squashed my plans of seeing Pomeroy play, so I was bummed. Had a couple beers, then the Lown's called; met up with them at Hurricanes for the cheap heavy pour goodness. Came home, drank more. Ellen showed up shortly after. Went to bed.
Saturday: Poker was to happen, so I decided to go out in search of a couple table toppers to make play a little easier. Went to EVERY GODDAMN STORE in F-view (Kohls, Target, Wal/K-Mart, Walgreens, Sams, other Wal/K-Marts, Sears, Spencers, Macys, etc, etc). Nothing.
So, I gave up in anger. Ellen had gone to Altamont for Ann's baby shower, and she managed to snag one at the Target in Glen Carbon. So that was nice of her. I obtained a keg, went home, and started cleaning. People showed up eventually, and poker was played. I started out the game very, very weak, was down to $175 in chips, and staged a massive comeback thanks to some heavy hands, to win it all. Minus $20, which I lost to Jack in a post-game Cricket match I had no business in.
In my drunken blur, I think someone mentioned strip clubs, so me being the shitty host I am (sorry guys), I up and left with Steve/Jack/Keith/Jake to PT's, where I blew all my winnings plus $50. Good times were had obviously. The cab ride was enlightening, Kahn had some interesting insights into life. Honestly, between the strip club-priced beer, lap dance, post-PTs awesomeburger and 40 fucking dollar cab ride home, I'm amazed I spent as little as I did. Staggered into bed around 4:30 or 5.
Sunday: Woke up around noonish I guess. Watched the first quarter of the Bears game, and headed over to the new Buffalo Wild Wings in Edwardsville, which is a damn sight closer than the one in Ofallon, IL. So that was happy. Hangover necessitated strong drink in the form of Super-hot bloody mary with Garlic spice wing sauce, and Mango Habañero bonelss wingys. Did the trick like mad. Left near the end of the 3rd quarter, made it back in time to watch most of the 4th, and the kick for the win in OT (go bears!). Hung out for a bit more. Took a nap? Headed to Edwardsville again cuz I had the urge for some Kreiger's. Rocked the cod sammach, wound up getting desert. Went back to Cville, hit blockbuster on the way, picked up a Scanner Darkly. Proceeded to watch and have our minds melted a bit. Went to bed, had fucked up dreams.
Monday: Woke up at some point, lounged about for a bit. Ellen did laundry, I started on "the day of doors", which consisted of me starting to mount the new closet doors, but failing because of the idiot who built the closet putting facia boards on that narrowed the doorway by 1/2". Began partial demo of closet. Grr. At some point, I convinced Ellen to give me my bday present way too f'n early. Anyway, my wife is the bomb shizzle and grabbed me a wireless steering wheel/pedal set for the xbox, which makes the wait for Forza2 that much more insane. Played around with PGR3, made her drive some, obivously she handled the cars better with a real wheel than the controller, so that was cool.
After that, I borrowed Nate's truck to finish the day of doors. Friday night, our back storm door (we always use the back door of the house) decided to bust one of it's hinges, which had been on it's last leg since we bought the house. Also, needed to pick up a wheelbarrow from Erin's house before it got sold. So, it was off to Belleville, then to F-view, to Home Depot for much deliberation, and finally buying the 2nd cheapest storm door they had that wasn't aluminum, which will be nice I think. Dropped off shit, dropped off truck, came home to bitchin meal Ellen made of some onion ring concoction, mashed potatos, carrots, and wine-marinated thin strip steak that rocked the bum.
Watched Event Horizon, had our minds melted a bit more. Ellen went to bed, I stayed up and played some xbox till about midnight.
Viva the long weekend, I say. This weekend is Grice's bachelor party, followed by wedding next week. Should prove interesting.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
The innaugeral 2007 blog of pointlesses, and the first weekend update.
Detroited!
I'm going to make this both as complete, and concise as possible. Pics forthcoming of course.
Saturday: Woke up mo-ass early (3am) drove to Lambert, stabbed people in the security line, surrendered about $50 worth of liquids in our carry-on (whoops), and got on the metal tube to detroit. Sat at the back of a DC9, which is where they like to keep the engines. Loud. Not loud enough to drown out screaming baby though. Also, the engine we were by was most definitely not 100% in working order. They didn't re-use the plane for the remainder of the flight (was supposed to go from DTW to Lansing, whatever their airport code is).
Anyway, after riding the turbotrain down to Luggage, met up with Liz and John, who drove us to Toast via awesome ghetto, to meet Chris & Cari, who by some awesomeness, had managed to drive from Gilman, IL to Detroit, and meet us at Toast in whatever-burb within 15 minutes of each other (they beat us, for the record). So props to them. Had the bomb-ass Mushroom omlet from hell, and fore-gone'd(forwent?) the (hack)allagh toast for overhyped cheesy grits.
Went back to Liz & John's place....hung out a lot. Due to waking up at 3, Saturday is really a blur. I think we did a massive beer run that day. And drank. Chris and I took a totally hetero nap together, and awoke to find LaFlamme and Taryn (i suck at spelling) in the living room. Drank a bit, then all headed to Crust for awesome pizza and wine. Then it was off to some-other-burb for Irish drink on and fireplace. MacCallan 12 in huge quantities makes me happy. Then it was back to Liz's I think? I dunno. Blur. I'm sure I forgot some key shit. Drinking games? Boomo!
Sunday: I think we went to some Coney Island, which is oddly enough all-encompased with greekness throughout the greater D. Had gyro plate. I honestly don't recall what else we did. The entire trip mostly consisted of sleeping, eating, and drinking, all in excess. Fabu.
At some point, we all got ready to go out to Big Rock(?) Chophouse for supper. Somehow managed to secure ghetto-fab cheapass limo at 5pm on New Years Eve, which was awesome. Drank more, waited for limo, limo arrived, we went to da Big Rock. Limo died leaving the resturaunt. It was funny. BigRock...rocked. Scallops the size of a 8 year old's fist. Potatos the size of small dog's heads. Filets with the tenderness of a Michael Bolton song. Martinis stronger than Donald Trump's hairspray. Awesome, awesome time. Retrieved ghetto-limo back to Liz's where much more drinking and merriment was had.
Monday: Uh........ Blur. Woke up, ate? Went to Dave & Busters for shuffleboard and game goodness. Ellen has a new affinity for the guns. Went to BW3 for the Michigan game, which sucked almost as bad as the service....zing! Did have the best bloody mary of my life, however. Goddamn. Wound up getting a hotel due to Chris' cat-related death. Played much drinking games until late. Went on a vending machine adventure.
Tuesday: Uhh..... Went back to Liz's I guess... oh, changed Cari's mom's car's tire, took it to belle tire for tire patching love. Ate lunch...somewhere? Made the treck out to Dearborne to see robots build trucks, but missed the last tour by like 2 hours. Missed the Ford museum by about 45 minutes. Perused gift shop for about a half hour. Bought sign for garage. Left, went in search of Belgian Pub for Feather Bowling, which no one could exactly explain to us. Found joint, obtained beer and mussels and "special wooden balls". Proceeded to feather-bowl our asses off and rock the love. So fun. Basically shuffleboard/bocce ball, but with more dirt and screaming and beer. Went to some-other-burg for A way-more-expensive-than-it-shoulda-been supper, but was awesome. Drank? Maybe. I dunno. Said goodbyes to the Baslers, as they were doing the hotel thing again due to catness. Slept (kinda). Mostly flopped around bed due to having like 5 cokes at Cosi.
Wednesday: Got to airport wayyyy to early, got through security in like 2 minutes, ate, hung out, got flight on which we were about the only civilians (though I kinda fit in with my haircut). Sat at the back again, damn NWA. Got into town, had awkward moment where shuttle driver was waiting for me to tip him, but I had no cash, drove to Fairview, got lunch, picked up dog, went home, ate, slept for 6 hours, watched Casino, went back to sleep.
Whew!!!!
Anyway, awesome fun trip. Spent way too much money, ate WAAAAY too much, apparently drank too much too, but it was worth it for the fun and company of good friends. I'm missing tons of good details I'm sure, but I need to hurry up and end this so I can sit on my duff since I have a 2 day work week, and I don't even remember what my job here is since I've been here so little the past 4 weeks.
Oh, Ellen's got her 2nd round interview today for her new job (same place, just different department with a shitload more responsibility). Her boss is already making arrangements for her replacement, so she's pretty much got it bagged, and I think she's just working out her raise today. So w00t there.
I'm going to make this both as complete, and concise as possible. Pics forthcoming of course.
Saturday: Woke up mo-ass early (3am) drove to Lambert, stabbed people in the security line, surrendered about $50 worth of liquids in our carry-on (whoops), and got on the metal tube to detroit. Sat at the back of a DC9, which is where they like to keep the engines. Loud. Not loud enough to drown out screaming baby though. Also, the engine we were by was most definitely not 100% in working order. They didn't re-use the plane for the remainder of the flight (was supposed to go from DTW to Lansing, whatever their airport code is).
Anyway, after riding the turbotrain down to Luggage, met up with Liz and John, who drove us to Toast via awesome ghetto, to meet Chris & Cari, who by some awesomeness, had managed to drive from Gilman, IL to Detroit, and meet us at Toast in whatever-burb within 15 minutes of each other (they beat us, for the record). So props to them. Had the bomb-ass Mushroom omlet from hell, and fore-gone'd(forwent?) the (hack)allagh toast for overhyped cheesy grits.
Went back to Liz & John's place....hung out a lot. Due to waking up at 3, Saturday is really a blur. I think we did a massive beer run that day. And drank. Chris and I took a totally hetero nap together, and awoke to find LaFlamme and Taryn (i suck at spelling) in the living room. Drank a bit, then all headed to Crust for awesome pizza and wine. Then it was off to some-other-burb for Irish drink on and fireplace. MacCallan 12 in huge quantities makes me happy. Then it was back to Liz's I think? I dunno. Blur. I'm sure I forgot some key shit. Drinking games? Boomo!
Sunday: I think we went to some Coney Island, which is oddly enough all-encompased with greekness throughout the greater D. Had gyro plate. I honestly don't recall what else we did. The entire trip mostly consisted of sleeping, eating, and drinking, all in excess. Fabu.
At some point, we all got ready to go out to Big Rock(?) Chophouse for supper. Somehow managed to secure ghetto-fab cheapass limo at 5pm on New Years Eve, which was awesome. Drank more, waited for limo, limo arrived, we went to da Big Rock. Limo died leaving the resturaunt. It was funny. BigRock...rocked. Scallops the size of a 8 year old's fist. Potatos the size of small dog's heads. Filets with the tenderness of a Michael Bolton song. Martinis stronger than Donald Trump's hairspray. Awesome, awesome time. Retrieved ghetto-limo back to Liz's where much more drinking and merriment was had.
Monday: Uh........ Blur. Woke up, ate? Went to Dave & Busters for shuffleboard and game goodness. Ellen has a new affinity for the guns. Went to BW3 for the Michigan game, which sucked almost as bad as the service....zing! Did have the best bloody mary of my life, however. Goddamn. Wound up getting a hotel due to Chris' cat-related death. Played much drinking games until late. Went on a vending machine adventure.
Tuesday: Uhh..... Went back to Liz's I guess... oh, changed Cari's mom's car's tire, took it to belle tire for tire patching love. Ate lunch...somewhere? Made the treck out to Dearborne to see robots build trucks, but missed the last tour by like 2 hours. Missed the Ford museum by about 45 minutes. Perused gift shop for about a half hour. Bought sign for garage. Left, went in search of Belgian Pub for Feather Bowling, which no one could exactly explain to us. Found joint, obtained beer and mussels and "special wooden balls". Proceeded to feather-bowl our asses off and rock the love. So fun. Basically shuffleboard/bocce ball, but with more dirt and screaming and beer. Went to some-other-burg for A way-more-expensive-than-it-shoulda-been supper, but was awesome. Drank? Maybe. I dunno. Said goodbyes to the Baslers, as they were doing the hotel thing again due to catness. Slept (kinda). Mostly flopped around bed due to having like 5 cokes at Cosi.
Wednesday: Got to airport wayyyy to early, got through security in like 2 minutes, ate, hung out, got flight on which we were about the only civilians (though I kinda fit in with my haircut). Sat at the back again, damn NWA. Got into town, had awkward moment where shuttle driver was waiting for me to tip him, but I had no cash, drove to Fairview, got lunch, picked up dog, went home, ate, slept for 6 hours, watched Casino, went back to sleep.
Whew!!!!
Anyway, awesome fun trip. Spent way too much money, ate WAAAAY too much, apparently drank too much too, but it was worth it for the fun and company of good friends. I'm missing tons of good details I'm sure, but I need to hurry up and end this so I can sit on my duff since I have a 2 day work week, and I don't even remember what my job here is since I've been here so little the past 4 weeks.
Oh, Ellen's got her 2nd round interview today for her new job (same place, just different department with a shitload more responsibility). Her boss is already making arrangements for her replacement, so she's pretty much got it bagged, and I think she's just working out her raise today. So w00t there.
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