I swear, I know training camp is in full swing and all that, but if I don't see some games soon while drinking myself into oblivion, I may strangle a cat or two. But yeah, I'm going to my first actual social "date-night" dinner with the kinda-sorta tonight at her friend's house with a bunch of other couples. I should be REAL good at that. Its a good things the kinda-sorta drinks just as much if-not-more than me, or else things could get rough. And since I know yall like your themes: Spoiler Spoiler
Oh good lord! What the hell are those women wearing on their feet? Both pairs of those shoes are an abomination. It's bad enough I have to be up before noon Blue Dog, but then you had to go ahead and do that to my eyes. Fucker.
All I know is the Hall of Fame Game is Sunday and out of sheer desperation of seeing something, finally, I'm watching it.
10mg of Xanax, plus four finger of a nice Whiskey. I gaurantee you will have a good time. You might slurring, or doing the classic slouched-into-the-chair-with-crossed-legs-and-a-lit-cigarrette-danginling-from-the-mouth, but people mistake that for just oozing cool sometimes. At least, thats what I tell myself.
Not drinking them together at once. I had Guinness earlier while watching Wipeout! (still one of the funniest shows on TV. Who doesn't like to watch people getting fucked up?) and I cracked open the bottle you see there after it when I saw the WDT. Mmm. Those cans in the photo are for tomorrow and Sunday. I have two colder ones in the fridge... Oh, the green numbers on my screen is from my Winamp window, which happened to be on top. Wheeee.
I have a feeling that this weekend is gonna suck. My loserish friend (from years ago) has been begging me to hang out with him all week. His fiance dumped him not too long ago and apparently I'm the only dude that's cool enough for him to hang out with to get her off his mind. "TELL ANOTHER STORY KNUCK!!" "DO SOMETHING CRAZY KNUCK!!" "KNUCK, SHOW THESE FUCKERS HOW COOL YOU ARE!!" Jesus dude, I know I'm cool but just let the cool shit happen and stop forcing it. And he doesn't call me "knuck" but his shortened version of my real name is just as annoying and "knuck" gets the point across surprisingly well. Anyway, I weaseled my way out of going to Minneapolis with him and talked him into hitting up some bars in town tonight instead. If heaven exists I've been earning my room by hanging out with this dude the past month. Just how long does it take a guy to get over a fiance dumping him? Am I in the clear to tell him to chill the fuck out and leave me alone? Fuck it, at least he makes me look cooler. Just cracked a pounder. TGI Fridays once he gets here. Free beers at Fridays will make him much more bearable.
He's either going to be the perfect wingman or the worst wingman in history. I'm going to bet the later. Other news: Edmonton Folk Fest tonight, I don't know who's playing and I've never been there before, so this will be interesting.
I was going to say until he fucks another girl and from the way MK described him, it's going to be quite some time.
I am high as shit right now. Booya*. That's also my cat's name. Really. "Booya". *-This is where DietCokeHead would bitch me out for some reason.
I'm kickin' back with Li'l Bandit right now; I spent the day fixing my sister-in-law's and ex-wife's cars, it was a long, sweaty day working in driveways in Texas heat, but I got it all done, and damn it feels good knowing you have done some good for someone. And I just got a CD in the mail that I ordered, Hot to Go by the 440s. And I got it for a penny! (Thank you Amazon.com). It's fucking awesome, and I think everyone should listen to them if you like badass rock n' roll with a female vocalist who gives it all she's got. There is just something about a woman's voice that just tickles my ear in a way that I can't describe. And damn she is hot. I fell in love with their music years before I ever saw what she looked like:
Sadly, I shall be having no beers this weekend as I work at 8am Saturday and Sunday. HOWEVER, I will be making up for it with some scrumptious barbeque tomorrow, and a pig roast on Sunday. Here is why American football is awesome: Spoiler Here is why football is better: Spoiler
HEY VOLS! HEY VOLS! We're gonna beat the hell outta you! Rammer jammer yellow hammer, give 'em hell, Alabama! NSFW Yea Alabama, drown 'em Tide, Every Bama man's behind you, hit your stride, God teach the Bulldogs to behave, Send the Yellow Jackets to a watery grave, And if a man starts to weaken, that's a shame, For Bama's pluck and grit have writ her name in crimson flame, Fight on, fight on, fight on, men, Remember the Rose Bowl, we'll win them, Go roll to victory, hit your stride, You're Dixie's football pride, Crimson Tide!
I'll be attending an "all white dress" party tomorrow night. If my goal is to be entirely inappropriate, should I rock nothing but whitey tighties or a Klan costume?
So glad I have prep cooks and dishwashers to clean the kitchen. "Someone" may have knocked over a full 2 cups of smoked paprika. All over the place. So I sit with a bottle of Knob Creek and relax.
That is shameful for two reasons. One, smoked paprika is a glorious spice and deserves the dignity of being handled properly and not dropped on the floor. Two, what kind of low-class chef doesn't clean up his own messes? However, the Knob Creek helps make up for those errors.