Two words: Holy shit!
So that was four...but who's counting? (don't look below, smartass...)
Right, so anyway.
Nov. 13-14 will go down as one (adjusted) weekend to remember. Don't get me wrong, Nov 12, "Friday", was good stuff too -- I ate an amazing meal for the first time in a long time, and desert was just...oh man! -- but until I can get the government to give me an official holiday for the 13th (which would roll over to tomorrow/ Monday), we'll just shift things around. So I'll just pretend today is Saturday and tomorrow Sunday and i won't try to confuse you any more.
Anyway... I awoke to a very bright and uncharacteristically "warm" room (it's all relative considering...). Rolled around, sighed... and rolled around a few times before I forced myself to get up -- man, it was hard -- and off we go. I was sooo comfortable...strangely comfortable... yet conflicted; but it was probably best to start the day or I may have just stayed in bed ALL day.
So off we go, Tango here I com. Order me a "cheeze beef" -- a nice way to start a Sunday. "Cheeze" was fitting considering my mental state. Open up the pop... free liter of Mt Dew - sweet! Ah shit.. The game is on! Oh, right.. I know why I didn't remember.... I'm George fucking Costanza.
Come home, Bears 17-9, NFL record 108yds fg return... wooh!
Head over to the dog park for a bit - Auggie loves me again.
Come back, make some funny calls. I make Crocker toot a horn at Wal-Mart and then recite Gwar's Salamanizer as he walked around:
"This is your ass, and I'm in it//My man sexy will fuck you up in a minute//With an axe, sword, mace, pike your limbless//Then I'll fuck your ass till its rimless!
He had to move to the Automotive section because the place was filled with kids. Good times.
I hang around, listen to my boy's new mix (stupid electronic shit is just sucking me in lately!) and start to take a nap.
FINALLY things are ready to go to the Blackhawks game to meet up with Vic for her B'day drunkathon hockey game thingamajig... show up, find bitchin' free parking. FREE parking, yes. Start walking through the car gates, the security guard asks if I have tickets. "Nope, meeting friends at the box." ... "I have a couple if you're interested..." ... "Hmm, maybe..." "They're free." ... "Uh, really?" ... "yea, my kids didn't show up, so I have two extras... take em, go have a nice dinner or something with the money instead..."
Naturally I'm too nice to take em considering I want to hang with the group, so I asked him to hold it just incase... We get up to the office and, well, we needed the tickets. Go BACK to the dude, he still has them. Wow. Thanks, buddy!
Come back, Vic and tow are in already, so we take our seat. Not horrible, 2nd row of 3rd level on south (or west or whatever it is) goal line. But we call Vic and find that they're two sections away, 2nd row. GOAL!!!! Okay, let's head over there.
So we get over there, the seats are still a ways away from theirs... Hrm... Our seats our better... Ah, fuck it... So now we're front row just behind the corner in the 3rd level, The seats were going to be like 10 away from Vic, but some guy moved over a few seats so we could sit in the area. Wow. What in the hell did I do to deserve this...I don't know... stream of allowance?
2 more goals in the first. Jebus. Open netter...post! Ah, hell... Either way, I was surrounded by great, amazing (some highly intoxicated) people ... for free ... on a day...weekend...extended weekend...extended adjusted weekend... I won't be able to forget for a long time to come.
And, to sum things up... I get tattooed tomorrow (for free?). I think that should be a good way to remember it, especially with this thing I have in mind...
Thank you. Good night.
So that was four...but who's counting? (don't look below, smartass...)
Right, so anyway.
Nov. 13-14 will go down as one (adjusted) weekend to remember. Don't get me wrong, Nov 12, "Friday", was good stuff too -- I ate an amazing meal for the first time in a long time, and desert was just...oh man! -- but until I can get the government to give me an official holiday for the 13th (which would roll over to tomorrow/ Monday), we'll just shift things around. So I'll just pretend today is Saturday and tomorrow Sunday and i won't try to confuse you any more.
Anyway... I awoke to a very bright and uncharacteristically "warm" room (it's all relative considering...). Rolled around, sighed... and rolled around a few times before I forced myself to get up -- man, it was hard -- and off we go. I was sooo comfortable...strangely comfortable... yet conflicted; but it was probably best to start the day or I may have just stayed in bed ALL day.
So off we go, Tango here I com. Order me a "cheeze beef" -- a nice way to start a Sunday. "Cheeze" was fitting considering my mental state. Open up the pop... free liter of Mt Dew - sweet! Ah shit.. The game is on! Oh, right.. I know why I didn't remember.... I'm George fucking Costanza.
Come home, Bears 17-9, NFL record 108yds fg return... wooh!
Head over to the dog park for a bit - Auggie loves me again.
Come back, make some funny calls. I make Crocker toot a horn at Wal-Mart and then recite Gwar's Salamanizer as he walked around:
"This is your ass, and I'm in it//My man sexy will fuck you up in a minute//With an axe, sword, mace, pike your limbless//Then I'll fuck your ass till its rimless!
He had to move to the Automotive section because the place was filled with kids. Good times.
I hang around, listen to my boy's new mix (stupid electronic shit is just sucking me in lately!) and start to take a nap.
FINALLY things are ready to go to the Blackhawks game to meet up with Vic for her B'day drunkathon hockey game thingamajig... show up, find bitchin' free parking. FREE parking, yes. Start walking through the car gates, the security guard asks if I have tickets. "Nope, meeting friends at the box." ... "I have a couple if you're interested..." ... "Hmm, maybe..." "They're free." ... "Uh, really?" ... "yea, my kids didn't show up, so I have two extras... take em, go have a nice dinner or something with the money instead..."
Naturally I'm too nice to take em considering I want to hang with the group, so I asked him to hold it just incase... We get up to the office and, well, we needed the tickets. Go BACK to the dude, he still has them. Wow. Thanks, buddy!
Come back, Vic and tow are in already, so we take our seat. Not horrible, 2nd row of 3rd level on south (or west or whatever it is) goal line. But we call Vic and find that they're two sections away, 2nd row. GOAL!!!! Okay, let's head over there.
So we get over there, the seats are still a ways away from theirs... Hrm... Our seats our better... Ah, fuck it... So now we're front row just behind the corner in the 3rd level, The seats were going to be like 10 away from Vic, but some guy moved over a few seats so we could sit in the area. Wow. What in the hell did I do to deserve this...I don't know... stream of allowance?
2 more goals in the first. Jebus. Open netter...post! Ah, hell... Either way, I was surrounded by great, amazing (some highly intoxicated) people ... for free ... on a day...weekend...extended weekend...extended adjusted weekend... I won't be able to forget for a long time to come.
And, to sum things up... I get tattooed tomorrow (for free?). I think that should be a good way to remember it, especially with this thing I have in mind...
Thank you. Good night.
jerk.