nopantsdave

I gotta say, this not working shit kicks supreme ass. I have so much more fun doing whatever I feel like doing rather than having to go into work and doing what they feeling like me doing.

So, I headed to Detroit yesterday. My former roommate, who now lives in Montana, was in town with his girlfriend. A fairly large group of us descended on the city (well, ok, the suburbs, I can't call the Walled Lake/Farmington Hills area the city).

I got there around 2ish. The three of us headed over to a nearby rookery to go bird watching. It's their new thing. They love going out and looking at birds. Personally, I don't get it. She's like, "Oh, look at the owl, he's so cute and cudly." "You know, he'd rip your face off if given a chance," I reply. I just can't get by the fact that they're just fucking owls and ducks and geese....what's so special?

Soon it was time for the highlight of the day: Dinner for 12 at the Boneyard BBQ. I had the legendary Big Boneyard Burger with cheese and bacon. You can't fully appreciate the goodness that is the Boneyard Burger until you have seen one. It's over one pound of 100% choice meat covered in cheese and bacon and mayo, served in the middle of what is basically a loaf of bread cut in half. And yes, that's "choice meat", we're not entirely sure what kind of meat, but it's sooooooo tasty. For a long, long time the goal was merely to finish the thing. Then we started racing. I do believe I hold the record of something along the lines of 5'20". It always comes down to just my former roommate and myself, no one else has the rare combination of speed and gluttony.

After dinner we all headed back to his parents' house. Several more people were waiting there and even more arrived after us. There was more food to be eaten. There was much catching up to do. Some of these peopel I hadn't seen in well over five years. Some I hadn't seen in several months. A few of them I see damn near daily. It was a damn fine time.

I got back home about midnight. I was able to listen to the Yankees/Red Sox game on the radio while I was driving home. It sucked because I kept having to find another station when the one I was listening to faded away. It was annoying, not as annoying as the Yankees winning, but you know.

Today is my favorite day of the year. It's Opening Fucking Day! I am wearing my Harry Caray shirt as tradition dictates. I'm going to settle in for a day of reading and listening to games on the radio. Sadly, I willonly get to watch one game since I don't get much in the way of cable. But at least I'll get to see the Cubs/Diamondbacks game and listen to several others.

Job hunting will resume tomorrow....today is a fucking holiday. I think I may have a viable lead. My brother says the place he works is always looking for undereducated lackeys to work in the manufacturing part of his company. I'm having dinner at his place tomorrow so I'll get the inside scoop then. Maybe I can get a third shift gig working there. Even though I am not really undereducated, I can do the jobs that they can do. Even if it sucks I suppose I can put up with it for four months or so.

I was reading this thread and I am trying to decide if I feel like sharing my insights into my own fuckedupedness. I think I have finally nailed down what my problems are, but I haven't quite come up with a way to fix them. Maybe if I share them with the community someone will be able to direct me down the right path. Or maybe I will just come off like a whiny little bitch. Who knows.... Probably I won't end up posting in it, but maybe. I was thinking about it last night and how to completely describe what goes through my head. It makes me sound way more fucked up than I think I am and probably not as fucked up as I really am. (As it turns out, I did end up posting.)

I've babbled on way more than necessary....toodles.