The Toys R Us jingle was in my head this week.
On Wednesday, I went up to Brendee's for the weekly trivia session and unlike previous weeks, I played this one solo. With several normal compadres missing in action for one reason of another, I was taking a shot at typical winners "Bandito Incognito" -- a group of like 5-8 people that win each week (or so it seems). We beat them the previous week with our BALCO-inspired team name -- Marion Jones' Scrotum.
Lewd? Absolutely. Classy? Hardly.
Anyway, this week, I went with a more conservative "team" name -- "Seven Years in a State-Funded Institution," which essentially was a crack at those art-school preppy fucks we always seem to be embroiled in a battle against. A category development manager, a sports writer, a waitress and a former marine is our typical lineup -- so we're usually behind the curve to start with.
Anyway, I'm getting off topic. Question 2 last week was "what was the name of the giraffe in the Toys R Us Commercial?"
I knew this, pegged it, nailed it and then asked if there were bonus points for knowing the jingle. Unfortunately not, although professional help was offered by Jay, the trivia host.
I don't want to grow up ... but it looks like that's happening. In the past three years, I've graduated from college, got a full-time job, quit a full-time job in a desired field, moved back home and lived with a parent, took a full-time job, moved to Pennsylvania by myself, been pretty damned independent, repaired my credit and brought up my score by roughly 150 points, have not been late on any payment on any bill since moving to PA (except the rent, which I still have to mail to Baltimore, despite the office being 10 feet from my back door) and now, I'm heading into a purchase of my first house.
I don't want to grow up ... but as I scratch item after item off the "growing up list of things people are supposed to do when they get older," I feel a bit more accomplished. The most amusing thing was when I was in Greensboro this weekend working/covering/helping with a pre-season high school wrestling tournament was when my buyer agent called me to inform me that the offer I put in on a house earlier in the week (oddly, trivia night), was not immediately accepted, but then a counter came back and basically all that was changed was
So as I'm in the press box with nearly 1,000 high school wrestlers battling on 20 mats behind me, I heard the words "... congratulations Jason, you're a homeowner."
OH .... MY ... EFFING .... <insert your desired icon of worship here>!
A four-bedroom row house near the ballpark, the place is completely renovated and I got it for less than the price asked. Which I know what you might be saying, what's wrong with it? Nothing. All new pretty much everything. Previous owners rented the thing out for like 18 years, but re-did the wiring, plumbing, windows, floors, walls, EVERYTHING.
But I'm going to start signing papers and getting things rolling and hopefully by the time the brunt of wrestling season rolls around, I'll have space, a place to call home that's mine ... and holy crap, I'm a freakin' "grown up"
I'm pretty freakin' excited and I've got some plans in store.
On Wednesday, I went up to Brendee's for the weekly trivia session and unlike previous weeks, I played this one solo. With several normal compadres missing in action for one reason of another, I was taking a shot at typical winners "Bandito Incognito" -- a group of like 5-8 people that win each week (or so it seems). We beat them the previous week with our BALCO-inspired team name -- Marion Jones' Scrotum.
Lewd? Absolutely. Classy? Hardly.
Anyway, this week, I went with a more conservative "team" name -- "Seven Years in a State-Funded Institution," which essentially was a crack at those art-school preppy fucks we always seem to be embroiled in a battle against. A category development manager, a sports writer, a waitress and a former marine is our typical lineup -- so we're usually behind the curve to start with.
Anyway, I'm getting off topic. Question 2 last week was "what was the name of the giraffe in the Toys R Us Commercial?"
I knew this, pegged it, nailed it and then asked if there were bonus points for knowing the jingle. Unfortunately not, although professional help was offered by Jay, the trivia host.
I don't want to grow up ... but it looks like that's happening. In the past three years, I've graduated from college, got a full-time job, quit a full-time job in a desired field, moved back home and lived with a parent, took a full-time job, moved to Pennsylvania by myself, been pretty damned independent, repaired my credit and brought up my score by roughly 150 points, have not been late on any payment on any bill since moving to PA (except the rent, which I still have to mail to Baltimore, despite the office being 10 feet from my back door) and now, I'm heading into a purchase of my first house.
I don't want to grow up ... but as I scratch item after item off the "growing up list of things people are supposed to do when they get older," I feel a bit more accomplished. The most amusing thing was when I was in Greensboro this weekend working/covering/helping with a pre-season high school wrestling tournament was when my buyer agent called me to inform me that the offer I put in on a house earlier in the week (oddly, trivia night), was not immediately accepted, but then a counter came back and basically all that was changed was
So as I'm in the press box with nearly 1,000 high school wrestlers battling on 20 mats behind me, I heard the words "... congratulations Jason, you're a homeowner."
OH .... MY ... EFFING .... <insert your desired icon of worship here>!
A four-bedroom row house near the ballpark, the place is completely renovated and I got it for less than the price asked. Which I know what you might be saying, what's wrong with it? Nothing. All new pretty much everything. Previous owners rented the thing out for like 18 years, but re-did the wiring, plumbing, windows, floors, walls, EVERYTHING.
But I'm going to start signing papers and getting things rolling and hopefully by the time the brunt of wrestling season rolls around, I'll have space, a place to call home that's mine ... and holy crap, I'm a freakin' "grown up"
I'm pretty freakin' excited and I've got some plans in store.