weeeeeeekend

Friday: Ate some food, I think. Don't remember what. Oh, no we didn't, due to late-ass lunches. Bought shitty truck. Met up with Mike & Elise, headed into the city to look at high water, putzed around on the landing, and hit Lumiere where I promptly lost $20. Went back into town hit Friday's, drank a bit, saw a couple d-bag fights. Got to bed around 5.

Saturday: Woke up entirely too early. Went and got plates for said shitty truck, and insurance. Hit Home Depot for project goods, and Autozone for stuff for the fleet. Wound up falling asleep until like 3pm or something stupid. Woke up, met up with Davies for some BW3 action. Then mini-golf. Then Hurricanes/Johnny's for a bit. Home by 12:30, straight to bed.

Sunday: Woke up entirely too early (but actually early this time, stupid dog. Like 6am). Went back to bed. Let dog back in the house around 7:30. Went back to sleep. Woke up again at like 9, and started doing things. Saw the dog had something huge in his mouth at the back of the lot. Ignored it, went into the garage to start doing oil changes. Came back out, dog was on the deck with a huge fucking TURTLE in his mouth. Seriously. Where the hell did he find a turtle. It was pissed.

Took turtle from dog, set him down far away from the yard out by the cemetary. Went back to work on the car. Dog went out of the yard, retrieved turtle. It was pissed. Ellen put the turtle in the sink. I finished the car. Helen & Eric came over to hit Lake Carlyle. Executive decision was made to re-locate turtle.

Pakced cooler/turtle, and headed to the lake. Released turtle. Sat around, ate food, watched water, got rained on. Came back to C-ville, after detouring in Lebanon for too much ice cream. Watched No Country for Old Men (awesome), changed oil in Mustang, putzed with the truck. That's it.

witty title relating to weight(ing)

207.5 today. The scale magically repaired itself somehow in the past week as well, which is cool.

I'm pretty much into a set 'quicky workout' routine, which for now is just focusing on the upper body, where I need the most help. Doing a circuit of flat bench, preacher curl, and tricep rows/extensions, then hopping over to the heavy bag for about 10-15 minutes, or longer if the day has been shitty. Amazing how much of a workout you get from punching a thing.

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Friday: Drove up to CU after work, met up with Grice and Chris at Dos Reales, which I hadn't had in forever. Good. Went back over to Chris's, met up with Cari, had a few beers, waited for Jim to show up. Headed to Crane Alley in Urb, met up with Ryan, drank heavily. Went back to Chris' for more beer and 1000-year-old duck eggs (TJE upcoming this week). Drank more.

Saturday: Woke up late, got ready, rolled up to Chicago to do the Cub/Sox game at Wrigleyville Rooftops. AWESOME. Made sure we got our moneys worth. I had 8 beers, a steak, a burger, a dog, a brownie, and a rootbeer float. All-inclusive? More like all-dangerous. Also, they had salmon/chicken, but that seemed wrong.

After the game, we wandered around, saw some plastic drum corp, saw a dude get beat down by 6 mounted Chicago police officers, which was awesome. Went to Higgin's, some shitty bar, where we drank more. Walked over to Wishbone, where Rose was working, had more booze and revelry, awesome to see her. Walked back to the car. Got about 20' from the car (literally) when we got dragged into a game of flippy cup, and further shenanigans. Bowed out at some point, drove back south, with a detour in Gilman for Monical's. Got to Champaign, Jim vomitted, went back to Chris' house, and crashed hard.

Sunday: Woke up, got ready, went to Merry Ann's for semi-brunch. Went to the Illini course and smacked golf balls around for a couple hours, then headed south.

TIRED.

how we roll

I definitely installed a car stereo in Lori's car last night. This is normally an unremarkable feat, but is notable because:

a) the car was parked in front of Johnny's, where I'd just had 3-5 beers
b) it was like 9:30 at night
c) it took less than 2 minutes

So, in summation, I'm awesome to the point that I can install an Alpine in a Mustang parked in front of a bar, after drinking, in less than 5 minutes.

I have to admit that in order to beat this time record, I didn't set any presets or the clock, and the wiring was already in place from the attempted-to-be-stolen Alpine she had before, so it was pretty much a drop-in affair. I installed the DIN sleeve with a pocketknife. I'm just that hardcore.

up up down down left right left right

209.5 Scale is dead/dying, so I get to start over on a new one next week which should throw off my numbers nicely. Doh.

...and rocks.

Friday: Ran over to La Esperansa after work for strong Margarita and excellent burritos. Lori brought her car over for me to figure out why the stereo wasn't working after an attempted smash n' grab. I figured out why they just left it in there. Fought with the damn radio for the better part of a half hour to get it out in order to check the wiring, turns out they fried the radio prying on it. Drank after that, shot some darts, then gave up on staying away from the bars, and headed to Fireside, where the people watching was first-rate. Wound up chatting up some off-duty drunk cops at closing who tried to get us to go to some shit-hole bar in Troy.

-Cop, holding up his phone with a picture of a cop car on it: "This right here is what gets me out of DUIs"
-Ellen: "Wait. Can I just take a picture of a cop car too?"

It was seriously like we were living in Super Troopers.

Fireside closed, we headed up to Johnny's, Doug showed up, and we got some samples of their new booze. They have absinthe now, which shall be drank at some point. Got home around 3.

Saturday: Alarm went off at 7:30, I stabbed the day. Ellen got baked egg souffles from Panera. Dump truck with 15 tons of gravel for the driveway showed up promptly at 8am. Due to damn trees getting in the way, he wasn't able to dump the load down the length of the driveway. That was the beginning of our demise. Spent the next 3 hours or so breaking backs with the neighbors relocating piles of gravel and spreading things out. Looks much better now than it did, at least. Hopefully the mud puddles are gone forever.

Wrapped up fully around noon, got Taco Bell, took much-needed all-day nap. Woke up around 4, hit the store for side items for cook out with the neighbors. Had Nathan's dogs, and some wicked fried taters and corn. Watched teh dog chase the neighbors kids, and vice versa.

Parent: "Don't say 'dummy'"
Kid: "Can I say 'bean'?"

-dies in the corner laughing-

Dragged our tired asses downtown for the Singers & Songwriters music festival around 10. Heart wasn't really into drinking, but I wanted to check out the scene. Wasn't much of one. Saw a couple decent bands, though, and got to pay $5 to legally roam Main Street with a drink in my hand (magical bracelet). Went home around 11:30. In bed by midnight.

Sunday: Got some apparent much-needed sleep. Till 11. Ellen made eggs/biscuits. Spent the day not walking outside to enjoy the awesome day. No energy. Did laundry, gathered like 6 bags of crap for Goodwill, watched Semi Pro, which was better than I was expecting. Watched $1M Password (viva Betty White), and Ice Road Truckers. Passed out hard. Rough day.

why, hello wall

211.0. Grr. I started lifting Monday. I tried lifting again wednesday, and physically couldn't. Shoulda started out a little slower I guess. May have to suck it up and introduce cardio as well. Not looking forward to that.

somethin bout a weekend

Work is definitely getting in the way of my blogging. That, and having a monitor that faces a door, and sharing an office. Anyway.

Friday: Um... Oh, met up with Mike & Elise for 'meh' mexican at Loredo in Belleville. This marks the point where we're apparently no longer just 'bar' friends, but friends who eat at Mexican places as well. Cool. Mike went home due to allergies, we went out to Fridays, where we ran into Matt & Jodi, so there was much hanging out. I bailed on the girls at one point to see people at Johnny's because I'm a dork like that.

Saturday: Slept till like 11 or something. Had aspirations of doing things, I don't think I actually did, though. Don't really remember what we did, actually. Shopped? Maybe. I dunno. Went to the Funny Bone with helen/eric, which was good times. Went to Johnny's afterwards until much later. Awesomeness.

Sunday: Slept till like 11 or something. Had aspirations of doing things. Ellen actually did stuff. I was overcome with sinus bullshit. Got movies, watched one (Before the Devil Knows Your Dead - awesome). Had Steak n' Shake. Think that's it. Not sure. Oh, helped Liz out with tornado crisis. Because the first thing you should do in the event of a tornado is call someone 500 miles away. :)

This weekend is gravel weekend, finally. I've been wanting to get our driveway re-gravellelleed(?) since we moved in 3 years ago. It'll be nice to not have a mud pit anymore.

step on up

211.0. Not thrilled, but considering I've done the opposite of diet this week in an attempt to assimilate myself in a new corporate culture (taco tuesday, cake wednesday, chinese buffet yesterday), followed by multiple fast food outings (arby's, mcd's), and a BBQ last night, I'm OK with a light fluctuation.

Assuming my body cooperates, I'm going to actually start lifting again next week. We'll see.

note to self

Note to self: Keep extra shirt in your car in case you're randomly called upon to install 10 network drops in an un-finished, un-air conditioned building addition when it's 90 degrees out.

Ew.

weigh-in

As of yesterday: 210.0. I figured the debauchery/food fest of Memorial Day weekend would have done me in, but apparently not. Awesome.