So I started this year off with a bang...or at least a slightly fractured nose and dislocated shoulder. But whatever....no big deal. New Year's Eve I went out with the girlie Meow to see The Dwarves for what proved to be a violently great time. I kicked the evening off at the homestead with a concoction of margarita and mystery alchohol, which I assume to be rum (but I could be wrong). This fireracker of a drink lit a match under my ass and got me moving at a faster and faster pace for the rest of the night until I could do nothing but explode in a fury of drunken mayhem, much to other people's expense.
We got to the venue only to run into Madison, PunkNiteMike,Tallboy66, and a whole slew of my friends from here in town. It was great getting to see so many of my peeps in one place all with the same intention of having a good time and living it up. It also turned out to be a very cheap night for me, with the fact I was drinking cheap rum and PBR and grabbing several slices of the free pizza being provided. Nonetheless, by the time The Dwarves took the stage, I was stumbling, hyped up, and ready for a good show. Up to this point, my alcohol buzz had remained at an even keel of consistency, but then a switch flicked on inside of me, and the alcohol took over. Unfortunately, I remember very little of The Dwarves actually playing, and only have bits and pieces of memories involving flailing around in a mess of people, falling down several times, and during one especially violent fall, hitting the cement and dislocating my shoulder in one fell swoop. Sometime during this time period I received a sizeable punch to the face that caused a minor fracture. Despite the fact I had a broken nose, I had no idea any such thing had happened and left the show after they finished playing ready to go hit up the after party.
Now I've woken up several mornings feeling like I've gotten in a fight, but it normally only has to do with the liver and kidney pain caused by my love of fine spirits. New Year's Day I woke up feeling like I got in a fight and stumbled to the bathroom for my morning pee to discover my nose was a little swollen. "Hmm", I thought," that's unusual". I assumed I had taken a hard, random swing from someone's arm while making rounds in the pit during the show. Then I looked at my knuckles and saw teeth marks set in a nice, fat bruise across my left hand. So much for the random arm swinging theory. A phone call later that evening confirmed the fact that I had, indeed, been in something of an altercation. Not a whole lot of info given to me other than after I got knocked down the dude I was trading blows with got stomped on by another fine gentleman. I can only wonder....I do faintly recall some asshole mouthing off that was back and to my right and then thats it.
Another incident in my life, that, when I think back, only seems appropriate under the circumstances. When I think of seeing The Dwarves in concert, I can't imagine people standing around like a bunch of hippies going "Cool dude. Rock on! Listen to them jam!" It was every bit as much of a clusterfuck as I thought it would be.
Now off to the typical "This is what I'm gonna do This Year":
I've been so far removed from the internet world this past year its not funny. Not that I feel like I've missed a whole hell of a lot. Its not like the internet is gonna shrivel up and die because my lack of participation. However, I have been hard at work, and dedicated, to designing a new website for myself that will serve to showcase just what the fuck I can do. I get bored easily....I want people to pay me for what I like to do...not for sitting in the real life version of Office Space...then again...so does everyone else in the world. Its rare to meet that person that does their job specifcally because they absolutely hate it....Not that I hate my job....Its just I feel a need to do more with my life. I'm not satisfied with the "wife and two kids, a house, two car garage, and a steady, but unfulfilling job" model of life. So expect me to do my best this year to ensure that doesn't become me. Sometimes I wonder if I'm too ambitious, but then I realize that's probably a good thing.
We got to the venue only to run into Madison, PunkNiteMike,Tallboy66, and a whole slew of my friends from here in town. It was great getting to see so many of my peeps in one place all with the same intention of having a good time and living it up. It also turned out to be a very cheap night for me, with the fact I was drinking cheap rum and PBR and grabbing several slices of the free pizza being provided. Nonetheless, by the time The Dwarves took the stage, I was stumbling, hyped up, and ready for a good show. Up to this point, my alcohol buzz had remained at an even keel of consistency, but then a switch flicked on inside of me, and the alcohol took over. Unfortunately, I remember very little of The Dwarves actually playing, and only have bits and pieces of memories involving flailing around in a mess of people, falling down several times, and during one especially violent fall, hitting the cement and dislocating my shoulder in one fell swoop. Sometime during this time period I received a sizeable punch to the face that caused a minor fracture. Despite the fact I had a broken nose, I had no idea any such thing had happened and left the show after they finished playing ready to go hit up the after party.
Now I've woken up several mornings feeling like I've gotten in a fight, but it normally only has to do with the liver and kidney pain caused by my love of fine spirits. New Year's Day I woke up feeling like I got in a fight and stumbled to the bathroom for my morning pee to discover my nose was a little swollen. "Hmm", I thought," that's unusual". I assumed I had taken a hard, random swing from someone's arm while making rounds in the pit during the show. Then I looked at my knuckles and saw teeth marks set in a nice, fat bruise across my left hand. So much for the random arm swinging theory. A phone call later that evening confirmed the fact that I had, indeed, been in something of an altercation. Not a whole lot of info given to me other than after I got knocked down the dude I was trading blows with got stomped on by another fine gentleman. I can only wonder....I do faintly recall some asshole mouthing off that was back and to my right and then thats it.
Another incident in my life, that, when I think back, only seems appropriate under the circumstances. When I think of seeing The Dwarves in concert, I can't imagine people standing around like a bunch of hippies going "Cool dude. Rock on! Listen to them jam!" It was every bit as much of a clusterfuck as I thought it would be.
Now off to the typical "This is what I'm gonna do This Year":
I've been so far removed from the internet world this past year its not funny. Not that I feel like I've missed a whole hell of a lot. Its not like the internet is gonna shrivel up and die because my lack of participation. However, I have been hard at work, and dedicated, to designing a new website for myself that will serve to showcase just what the fuck I can do. I get bored easily....I want people to pay me for what I like to do...not for sitting in the real life version of Office Space...then again...so does everyone else in the world. Its rare to meet that person that does their job specifcally because they absolutely hate it....Not that I hate my job....Its just I feel a need to do more with my life. I'm not satisfied with the "wife and two kids, a house, two car garage, and a steady, but unfulfilling job" model of life. So expect me to do my best this year to ensure that doesn't become me. Sometimes I wonder if I'm too ambitious, but then I realize that's probably a good thing.
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meow:
*spanks*
madison:
i'll see you when i pick up your lady