Long Weekend Wrap-Up and More

To those who were angry about having to work on President’s Day, I have some advice…just get laid off.  It’s like getting President’s Day off, everyday.

 

Friday

The usual one pint of Budweiser at the Blue Angel Cafe turned into three…they had Tracy Chapman playing…I’m a sucker for “Fast Car”.  Feeling a pretty good buzz I proceeded to go home and polished off a few Coors Lights while sitting at the kitchen table, watching the school bus that was stuck in the snow across the street, blocking the T-intersection.

In a day-drunk moment I decided to shovel the driveway, ruining the very buzz I had worked so hard for.  That mistake was followed by a shower, a nap, and some garage drinking.

                               

Addendum to States I’ve Been Drunk In

I’ve also been drunk in the District of Columbia.  Not sure if that counts though…so I left it off the list.

Lunchbox…that layover in Ixtapa was AMAZING.  I really miss White Thunder.

 

Saturday

Woke up late and sat around the house until heading to Fire and Ice at around 4 o’clock.  Photographed P. Tom in a homo-erotic pose with an ice sculpture.

Pre-dinner drinks involved a fuzzy navel and a blue, fruit-filled cocktail the size of my head.  Some of you have seen this before and know what I’m talking about.  For those who haven’t, it’s reminiscent of the cocktail Garth Algar had in Wayne’s World.

Dinner was followed by a round of drinks in the garage before heading to the Tudor English Pub for the evening.  The bourbon flowed like wine at The Tudor and things started to escalate quickly as myself and my three mates ponied-up at the bar.

The Tudor is under new management.  No more pool table, a few more beers on tap, and a much better liquor selection.  We met the new management…the owner’s brother, Paul…a total creep.

Paul slapped the man sitting to my left, twice, in the face.  Paul later placed his arm around waist of the man to my right (pictured above), in a rather sexual manner.  I don’t think I’ll be going back to the Tudor again.

Post-Tudor activities included me drinking in the garage, by myself, for an hour and a half while listening to music.  I was getting pretty bored out there alone so I got out the old phone and started searching for a conversation.  You’ll never guess who was awake at 4:30 in the morning…MDR…ready to rock/converse.  Not sure if the man sleeps or not…just another MDR mystery.

Our conversation was based around two U2 albums (Wide Awake in America, Zooropa), day drinking, illegal drugs, and, of course, pandas.

 

Vacation T-Shirts

In about a month I will be going on a vacation to Whistler, Canada.  I know what you’re all thinking…well-overdue.  I need a break from the day-to-day grind of sleeping in, drinking, and not caring about anything.

During this trip I will give you, my readers, a chance to sponsor me…via t-shirts.  Original t-shirts.

You create them and get them to me and I’ll wear one each day of the week-long trip, take a picture of me wearing it, and post it on the blog.

Rules:

-          All t-shirts must be cotton…no fishnets, silk, etc.

-          All t-shirts must be properly sized…men’s XL.

-          T-shirts may not include a definitive statement about me.  For example, shirts with slogans such as “I am really a woman” or “I am a sexual predator” or “I have Herpes Simplex II” will not be allowed.

-          For my own personal safety, one shirt must have the slogan “If found, return to bar” printed on it.  I plan on being a total mess that week.

-          No t-shirt may be neon colored (Bryan)…I have sensitive corneas.

 

Sunday

Holy fucking hangover!  Woke up even later than Saturday.  Felt miserable.

After two attempts to eat at breakfast restaurants, we ended up at The Brewery.  You know what that means…breakfast beers.  Lunch was followed by watching as much of the Daytona 500 as I could handle…about 60 laps.  After that the movie marathon started…The Godfather Part 2 on AMC, Taken at the theater, Max Payne on DVD, The Rocker on DVD.  The first two were good, the later, not so much.

There was some sort of car accident down the street in the evening and the road was closed down.  There was one cop, at the intersection, on flare detail.  That’s all.  Just pop-off new flares, replace the old, and keep them evenly spaced.  Tax dollars at work.

 

Automatic Faucets

For some reason, the automatic faucets in public restrooms never seem to work for me.  Not sure exactly why.  Could it be that I don’t have a soul?  Is that why they don’t work?  I bet that’s it.

 

Monday

Back to the grind.  Laundry.  Lots of couch time.  Busy, busy, busy.

 

High School Reunion

Yesterday I was watching a re-run episode of Two and a Half Men.  I had to double-take at the credits, check IMDB, and then it all came together…the girl who grew up one block away, drove me to school every day my sophomore year of high school, and couldn’t pull into a parking spot for the life of her played one of Charlie Sheen’s skanks.  This is great…it feels good to see others succeed…after all, I have this blog…why shouldn’t they get something.

 

Mo Cuishle

Watched Million Dollar Baby for the first time on AMC last night.  Yes…I love AMC.  I thought it was pretty good, a little long, a little slow.  I think I still prefer Hundred Dollar Baby.

 

Ladies and gentlemen…Weezer

“El Scorcho”

“In the Garage”

“Photograph”

”Across the Sea”

“Susanne”

“Only In Dreams”