Thursday, May 31, 2007
Even not knowing Tim all that well, I already like him for two reasons. One, he shares the same love that I do for Clemson football. Two, his daughter is hot and she seems to plan on keeping me around. On top of all of this, I found out Monday that he and I have one of the same nemesises (nemesii? What the hell is the plural form of nemesis?) Ben Tanner. Ben Tanner is the local weather guy here on WIS (the local NBC affiliate.) Actually, while I enjoy picking on Ben Tanner, I harbor no true ill will towards him. Tim, on the other hand, hates him. I would not be surprised to see Tim punch Ben Tanner in the face if they ever meet.
Somehow or another, Tim found out that Ben Tanner went to the University of Georgia. Tim said, and I quote “Yeah, you have to be careful when you drive through Athens. If your windows are down someone will throw a meteorology degree into your car.” Clearly, Tim thinks that Ben Tanner is an absolute idiot. Oh yeah, another thing – Tim and I both hate UGA, although to be fair, 99% of the South Carolina population also hates UGA. It’s one of the few things that Clemson and USC fans can agree on.
All of that aside, I think Monday went well. Tim and I had a few beers together, went tubing on the lake, and just generally relaxed in the sun. I can think of worse ways to spend a day off...
Aside from that, nothing too new is happening here. I have a ton of stuff I keep promising to write about and do, but working two jobs is keeping me fairly busy. I’ll try to play catch up at some point over the weekend.
In the meantime, let me know what you’ve all been up to.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Instead of trying to make sense out of something so nonsensical (like understanding why people choose to speak French,) I will just describe the flashes of dreams I recall. If anyone wants to analyze them, feel free, but don't be too disturbed when you figure out how messed up my head is.
That's about it, but here are a couple of pics of the dogs, I just realized I've never posted any.
This is Mason. He weighs about 108 lbs, and is a big sweetheart and scaredy-cat.
This ia Marley. She weighs about 35 pounds and is hyper as hell. If she doesn't like you, she will kill you.
Coming up soon: pictures from our first house party, and updates on the new J-O-B. Have a great long weekend, kids.
Thursday, May 24, 2007
It used to be that I couldn't walk through the door at Chief's without seeing a familiar face or two. The entire 4 days I was there, I didn't run into a single person I knew by chance, and I felt out of place at all of my old haunts. Still, I love Greenville and the upstate of SC. How could I not? Clemson is only a few minutes down the road. Anyway, I'm back in town, and with plenty of stories, but I'm exhausted, so I'm going to save them for tomorrow.
Glad to be home...
Friday, May 18, 2007
Never Said it Was Easy...
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Random Thoughts Strung Together from a Hungover Mind
Which brings me to this: I told everyone last night that it was my last week, and Asher, Cap’n, and Jimmy all insisted on taking me out drinking. In fact, they started out by buying me drinks while I was still technically working. Brian was feeding me beers while I was helping clean up and close out, and then the shots started. Oh dear God, the shots. You, my dear readers, may not know this, but I rarely drink liquor. My track record has proven, time and time again, that it’s best when I stick to beer. Last night was no exception. I was feeling no pain when we left the Idiot and walked over to Chubby’s 2 x 4 down the street, where we had a few until they were starting to close, so we proceeded to a private bar down the street. None of us are members at Durkin’s, but they let service industry people (servers, bartenders, cooks, etc.) in regardless of whether they have a membership.
Long story short, I wound up at the new/old girlfriend’s house at around 4 AM. She, of course, was happy to see me. Who wouldn’t be pleased with an unexpected visitor at o-dark thirty in the morning? I’m just lucky that I’m the one who owns a gun, not her. I barely remember her getting up to go to work that morning. After much careful reflection, here is what I realize: it’s time to go. I’m not as young and spry as I once was, and staying up that late puts a big ol’ hurtin’ on me the next day. Also, when I start singing along and nodding my head to songs by DJ Unk (Two Step, Walk It Out) I’m clearly working in a bar that I’m too old to work in. I’ve also determined that, other than Brian and his wife, I’m the oldest person there. So, Village Idiot, it’s been real, it’s been fun, and it’s been real fun, but I’m out. Let’s stay friends, umkay? BFF? Stay cool this summer? TTYL? LYLAS?
That being said, I attempted to watch Borat on Tuesday. To everyone who is constantly quoting this movie and talking about how great it is: What the hell?! I could barely sit through 45 minutes of it, and that was only because I kept waiting for the funny part. If anyone can tell me at what point in the movie I should start laughing, I’ll be more than happy to start it up there. Otherwise, I’m convinced that Hollywood and all of my friends are playing some type of extremely expensive, very elaborate prank on me by pretending that this is a comedy. Ha ha, you got me, assholes. Now give me back 45 minutes of my life I wasted, or a sixer of PBR, whichever is more convenient.
*This was started yesterday, just finished today.
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Feels Just Like It Should
However, Kyle and I finally got a lot of work done to the backyard here, and I brought my dogs over to stay yesterday. It’s great not having to drive 45 minutes one way to see them and take them for a run, and they’ve also scared off the creepy stray cat (we named him Fred) that had been lurking around our house. It was a long day, and it was hot as hell out moving the doghouse and setting the kennel up, but it was well worth it. It’s great being able to come home and see them since they always cheer me up.
The new/old girlfriend and I went to a wedding shower last night. Nothing unusual there, we’re both at that “mid-20’s” age where most of our friends are getting married. Ah, who the hell am I kidding?* She’s at that “mid-20s” age. I’m more along the lines of that “Hey! I am too still in my 20’s! Watch me do a keg stand naked!” age. My friends are just marrying younger women, no surprises there. We’re getting a bit old, and attempting to retain our youth by retaining younger women. Bravo.
We then came home, and my friend Neil came over with a girl he’s been seeing and we proceeded to get drunk. Then, Neil and I decided to make beer batter and start deep frying vegetables and dill pickles (we deep fry anything that sits still long enough here in the South.) I’m not sure exactly what time we decided to call it a night, Karen brought over some strawberry flavored vodka, and we proceeded to take many, many shots of it in between beers.
Bear with me kids, Uncle T is getting ready to get a bit sappy. The point of all of this rambling is this: I’m sitting here, hungover as hell, with my head pounding, heartburn, and the inside of my mouth tasting like a raccoon crawled in there and died last night. However, over my left should as I type, I can hear the new/old girlfriend breathing as she sleeps. I can look to my left out of my window and see Marley and Mason waking up, stretching, and getting their first drink of water for the day. I couldn’t be happier.
*I realize that, grammatically, that sentence should read “Whom the hell am I kidding?” but that sounds retarded.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Other than that, life is pretty quiet around here. Everything is great with the new/old girlfriend, no more death-defying stunts as of yet, and I'm spending most of my nights working at the Village Idiot these days. I truly didn't have much to write, but felt guilty for not updating in a while.