I sit and I write. It's been a while since I've updated my blog and I apologize to anyone that may have been checking my site regularly. I've been busy and well, sometimes the written record takes a backseat to life.
Friday January 27th was my birthday. I'm not known to make a fuss just because it's a funny "holiday." Everyone remembers Christmas and, my favorite, St Patrick's Day, but birthdays are sort of an anomaly. Close family members are supposed to do something like call or make you dinner but that doesn't happen regularly unless you come from a close and usually small family, or you're Jesus.
So this year being one of happiness and new beginnings I decided to do something this time. The day started off quite well with a slight hangover and my phone ringing at 7:10 in the morning. Flowers were delivered and my sister sang me happy birthday. Very nice. Then God decided he wanted to do something special and made it 60 degrees all day long. Very nice of him since it's January and that just doesn't happen.
I pranced around work all day wearing a train conductors hat and overalls and kept making jokes about being an engineer. Everyone had their own jokes but kept it polite since it was my birthday. I took off early and had lunch by myself at one of my favorite restaurants - Pierponts, and then picked up a shit load of booze and headed back to my place for a nap.
Since I was feeling extremely good I decided to don my father's cowboy hat and cowboy up for the night. Turns out my luck was with me and all my friends who could come by my house or show up at the recordBar did and we all had a good time. The night gets messy when we went to Buzzard Beach and I start wobbling like a fat chick on a supermarket mechanical horse. There was a lot of slurred words and dirty looks but I got out of there with all limbs intact and my wallet none the lighter.
Everyone said they had a good time and enjoyed the band. My favorite was when the marching band came out and played. Who gets a marching band to play at your joint birthday party? I do! Ha - still winning.
Side note. I accidentally went to the ya-ya site when I meant to go to the yahoo site and found a name generator http://www.ya-ya.com/yaya_name Turns out to be quite accurate - well it was until I just did it. My first name was Duchess Loves to Laugh. Now I'm not a Duchess but I do love to laugh. But I just did it now I'm Duchess Loves to Read. Stupid Random Name Generator.
Until next time, I'll see you at the recordBar.
Monday, January 30, 2006
Monday, January 16, 2006
Give one up to Mizzou
So the Tigers pulled one out. Good thing I was rooting for them. Could have gotten ugly if I wasn't.
I saw Capote last night. The film about Truman during his time writing, "In Cold Blood." First off I must tip my hat to Phillip Seymore Hoffman for an absolutely marvelous portrayal of the writer. At times it seemed a bit forced but he was engrossing and genuine.
I had heard Capote was conflicted during the time he was writing the story. The movie portrayed this well; his lover during the time of his research, the ostracizing of his friends, and his inner conflict of befriending the convicts and hiding the truth. I don't believe it was complex because we, and I speak for myself when I say this, make these decisions everyday; going after what we believe we want by trading on the future of love and success. Now to be fair, Truman didn't sell out his close friends but the anguish he endured internally was raw. To torment yourself, as expressed in this movie, had twice the effect because it tore him down and the people around him. How do you balance your ambition and still be successful in your own mind?
The story wasn't about the crime in Kansas nor the research that took him on a journey of 8 years. It was about how relationships are formed from connections oft of little coincidence.
I can't explain why I am on the path that I am or why those that interact me now do, but I find it enriching and take no moment or person for granted.
I saw Capote last night. The film about Truman during his time writing, "In Cold Blood." First off I must tip my hat to Phillip Seymore Hoffman for an absolutely marvelous portrayal of the writer. At times it seemed a bit forced but he was engrossing and genuine.
I had heard Capote was conflicted during the time he was writing the story. The movie portrayed this well; his lover during the time of his research, the ostracizing of his friends, and his inner conflict of befriending the convicts and hiding the truth. I don't believe it was complex because we, and I speak for myself when I say this, make these decisions everyday; going after what we believe we want by trading on the future of love and success. Now to be fair, Truman didn't sell out his close friends but the anguish he endured internally was raw. To torment yourself, as expressed in this movie, had twice the effect because it tore him down and the people around him. How do you balance your ambition and still be successful in your own mind?
The story wasn't about the crime in Kansas nor the research that took him on a journey of 8 years. It was about how relationships are formed from connections oft of little coincidence.
I can't explain why I am on the path that I am or why those that interact me now do, but I find it enriching and take no moment or person for granted.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Bhutan Clan
I gotta say Ted cracks my shit up. Last night was trivia night at the recordBar. He, myself, and several other teammates gathered there to test our wits at random subjects. As more drinks were consumed things got more obnoxious, and I'm just talking about the moderator! Ted was furious when the guy yells out our answer, Butan, before anyone else had a chance to reply and then proceeded to revoke the question. I thought he was going to jump on stage and snatch the mic and break it in two.
We got third place. Top honors went to "Some Pind of Kussy." Nice name for a bunch of chicks with brains.
Later I got drunk went home and passed out on my couch. Haven't done that in a while.
I am really tired right now. I need to get my spirits up because I'm going to go eat some steak at this fancy shmancy French place called Aixios. It's JK's B-day and it's sure to be fun.
OK. Now it's time to pick my winning suggestion for the "How to keep Andre from getting LARGE" contest. Actually we have a couple of winners.
First the losers:
Carolyn: I can't do ice dating because I licked my date once and my tongue got stuck so someone had to pee on my date to melt her and free my tongue.
Not EriK Estrada: I don't want to look at fat chicks nor do I want to join a gym. I don't like gyms because there are germs everywhere and as Megan would say, "The people there are dumb."
Sack of Ringo: Swimming requires me to get undressed and do the awkward towel dance in the locker room so that nobody sees "Mr Winky." Now I'm pretty confident but not so much after getting out of a pool in the winter time.
On to the winners:
The duo of Mark and Megan. I will use an extension cord for my jump rope, just hope I don't miss and hit myself. And yes Mark I will begin to eat right, do more cardio, and lift malt. Not just malt beverages but sacks of it too.
Thanks to all who gave a shit.
Arrowed.
We got third place. Top honors went to "Some Pind of Kussy." Nice name for a bunch of chicks with brains.
Later I got drunk went home and passed out on my couch. Haven't done that in a while.
I am really tired right now. I need to get my spirits up because I'm going to go eat some steak at this fancy shmancy French place called Aixios. It's JK's B-day and it's sure to be fun.
OK. Now it's time to pick my winning suggestion for the "How to keep Andre from getting LARGE" contest. Actually we have a couple of winners.
First the losers:
Carolyn: I can't do ice dating because I licked my date once and my tongue got stuck so someone had to pee on my date to melt her and free my tongue.
Not EriK Estrada: I don't want to look at fat chicks nor do I want to join a gym. I don't like gyms because there are germs everywhere and as Megan would say, "The people there are dumb."
Sack of Ringo: Swimming requires me to get undressed and do the awkward towel dance in the locker room so that nobody sees "Mr Winky." Now I'm pretty confident but not so much after getting out of a pool in the winter time.
On to the winners:
The duo of Mark and Megan. I will use an extension cord for my jump rope, just hope I don't miss and hit myself. And yes Mark I will begin to eat right, do more cardio, and lift malt. Not just malt beverages but sacks of it too.
Thanks to all who gave a shit.
Arrowed.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Insatiable Nights, Afternoon Delights
I need to put something up here that lets everyone know I am OK. So everyone, I'm OK. Thanks to everyone that helped me get over my frustrations during the week, either by good words or good drinks.
Here's my weekend - soccer, friends, booze, sleep, friends, food, sleep, football, friends, booze, dance, booze, sleep, convention, booze, friends, blog.
Here's me in two months - bloated and overweight- but still boozin.
SO It's time to decide on my mode of exercise. I've got the soccer thing down for one night a week but I need something else and fast. At this point I am soliciting suggestions as long as they fit into not costing me a ton of money, it's not boring after I do it for one week, and it's something I can do by myself or with a partner. Here are some activities I am not considering: dating, on-line dating, running jogging speedwalking or any other stupid variation, masterbation, rollerblading, iceskating, pen-pal, playing with legos, babysitting, skipping stones, watching any reality TV, and last but not the end, picking up chicks in the McDonalds drive through (that was over before it began back in York, PA)
I will consider just about any suggestion....
I thank you for your support.
Here's my weekend - soccer, friends, booze, sleep, friends, food, sleep, football, friends, booze, dance, booze, sleep, convention, booze, friends, blog.
Here's me in two months - bloated and overweight- but still boozin.
SO It's time to decide on my mode of exercise. I've got the soccer thing down for one night a week but I need something else and fast. At this point I am soliciting suggestions as long as they fit into not costing me a ton of money, it's not boring after I do it for one week, and it's something I can do by myself or with a partner. Here are some activities I am not considering: dating, on-line dating, running jogging speedwalking or any other stupid variation, masterbation, rollerblading, iceskating, pen-pal, playing with legos, babysitting, skipping stones, watching any reality TV, and last but not the end, picking up chicks in the McDonalds drive through (that was over before it began back in York, PA)
I will consider just about any suggestion....
I thank you for your support.
Friday, January 06, 2006
Damn seems like 2005
OK! so I can bitch since it's my Blog and I am the author. It started so right. New day, sleep, football, food, folks, and fun... Now it just seems like the same but with the incremental change in number. FUCK
I have some anger right now. Very similar to MG when he rode through the streets of Chicago when he got back from NY visiting Alford. You know what I mean if you were around. FUUUUUCK.
Instead of keeping bodies from going into the lake across from my house I want to run several people down and get an excuse to throw some people in. Like, "hmmm the fish need to eat too. So why not let them feed on people who like to give out pain but not feel it." Goo googallly gooo FOOOUUUUCKKKK!
I'm glad tomorrow is another day. That way I can start it off as if it were the new year.
Happy New Year!
Fuck.
I have some anger right now. Very similar to MG when he rode through the streets of Chicago when he got back from NY visiting Alford. You know what I mean if you were around. FUUUUUCK.
Instead of keeping bodies from going into the lake across from my house I want to run several people down and get an excuse to throw some people in. Like, "hmmm the fish need to eat too. So why not let them feed on people who like to give out pain but not feel it." Goo googallly gooo FOOOUUUUCKKKK!
I'm glad tomorrow is another day. That way I can start it off as if it were the new year.
Happy New Year!
Fuck.
Monday, January 02, 2006
New Day New Way
Resolutions...Oxford American Dictionary says its, "2. a mental pledge, something one intends to do, New Year resolutions." Well I have a few New Year resolutions.
1. Call people on bullshit. My friends are my friends for a reason. Rarely do they bullshit me unless they are telling some meaningless joke at which I can laugh. I am refering to the hapless soul who doesn't realize that bullshitting me is not only wrong but downright disrespectful.
2. Be a little more serious. Now this doesn't pertain to anyone reading this blog. Only regarding my job and career decisions. So pay no attention to this unless I say I can only drink with you until 1am instead of 3am because I gotta work the next day.
3. Make changes in my community. Now I could say I'm going to read to kids or do some habitat for humanity shit but in reality I don't know what I mean by that. I think I will try to keep people and bodies from crashing into the lake across from my house. Or if I can't get them out... get them a beer. They'll probably need it after all the excitement.
As far as making any more changes, right now I think I'm good.
1. Call people on bullshit. My friends are my friends for a reason. Rarely do they bullshit me unless they are telling some meaningless joke at which I can laugh. I am refering to the hapless soul who doesn't realize that bullshitting me is not only wrong but downright disrespectful.
2. Be a little more serious. Now this doesn't pertain to anyone reading this blog. Only regarding my job and career decisions. So pay no attention to this unless I say I can only drink with you until 1am instead of 3am because I gotta work the next day.
3. Make changes in my community. Now I could say I'm going to read to kids or do some habitat for humanity shit but in reality I don't know what I mean by that. I think I will try to keep people and bodies from crashing into the lake across from my house. Or if I can't get them out... get them a beer. They'll probably need it after all the excitement.
As far as making any more changes, right now I think I'm good.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Calling all Gypsies
There's a reason why I named my blog "Big Night." No matter what night of the week with just the right amount of chemistry something Big can happen... and last night was no exception.
After going to the dive bar The Point - My comrades and I set our sights on The Brick for a little Monday Night Kereoke - (cue the Monday Night Football music). We rambled up to the bar for a little liquid courage and proceeded to pick out songs. My lovely associate CJ decided a duet was in order so we picked one of the more common (and favorite) ones - "You've lost that lovin feeling..."(again cue MNF music). After listening to some poor suckers croon out their shitty ballads and terrible Axl Rose renditions it was almost time for CJ and I to take the stage when the guy just before us started singing the SAME SONG. After a Korean War Special (can of Hamms, shot of Jim Beam, and a cigarette) we said screw it we'll sing the song again but do a better job of it. Boy was that fun... I started taking off my clothes just to get someone to even look our way. If not for our comrades I think the jukebox was the loudest thing going.
Now what turns this evening into a BIG NIGHT is when Matt and Kyle get on stage soon after to sing Stevie Nicks's Gypsy. Kyle in trash bags and Matt in a Santa outfit start singing and I decide to join them (with clothes on). If you remember the video of Gypsy, Nicks starts twirling around in a field. Well Kyle starts twirling on stage and ripping down the lights, tinsel, curtains - you name it. It was all coming down until the lesbian bouncer, bartender, and Kereoke controller run on stage and kick us off. Apparently since I wasn't in costume they didn't consider me apart of the new Fleetwood Mac and kicked those guys out of the bar. I on the other hand ordered another Hamms, closed my tab, gathered my comrades and left the bar. Unfortunately the lesbian bouncer caught me with the can of Hamms on the sidewalk as we were walking to the car.. Damn! The can was still half full...
Who knows what will happen since my horoscope says "Tonight: Don't feel like you need to race home" But I'm already home....
After going to the dive bar The Point - My comrades and I set our sights on The Brick for a little Monday Night Kereoke - (cue the Monday Night Football music). We rambled up to the bar for a little liquid courage and proceeded to pick out songs. My lovely associate CJ decided a duet was in order so we picked one of the more common (and favorite) ones - "You've lost that lovin feeling..."(again cue MNF music). After listening to some poor suckers croon out their shitty ballads and terrible Axl Rose renditions it was almost time for CJ and I to take the stage when the guy just before us started singing the SAME SONG. After a Korean War Special (can of Hamms, shot of Jim Beam, and a cigarette) we said screw it we'll sing the song again but do a better job of it. Boy was that fun... I started taking off my clothes just to get someone to even look our way. If not for our comrades I think the jukebox was the loudest thing going.
Now what turns this evening into a BIG NIGHT is when Matt and Kyle get on stage soon after to sing Stevie Nicks's Gypsy. Kyle in trash bags and Matt in a Santa outfit start singing and I decide to join them (with clothes on). If you remember the video of Gypsy, Nicks starts twirling around in a field. Well Kyle starts twirling on stage and ripping down the lights, tinsel, curtains - you name it. It was all coming down until the lesbian bouncer, bartender, and Kereoke controller run on stage and kick us off. Apparently since I wasn't in costume they didn't consider me apart of the new Fleetwood Mac and kicked those guys out of the bar. I on the other hand ordered another Hamms, closed my tab, gathered my comrades and left the bar. Unfortunately the lesbian bouncer caught me with the can of Hamms on the sidewalk as we were walking to the car.. Damn! The can was still half full...
Who knows what will happen since my horoscope says "Tonight: Don't feel like you need to race home" But I'm already home....
Friday, December 23, 2005
Homecoming
There's something about the holidays that is unmistakably nice. Seeing old friends, who have been away for the year. College was nice because you party right after winter finals, then you come home to see everyone and drink more. Last night was no exception.
After handing a game of pool to a drunk girl and to one with NO skills Ted "The Saunterer" Cardos and I ran into JF who then took us to his table only to find Brian, (My Seattle Connection). We then proceeded to call his cousin Aaron and threatened him to come to Hooper's or we would get a ladder climb into his bedroom and carry him out in his boxers. He made it down. After that and approx 6 Bells Two Hearted IPA's I was feeling happy to see some really good friends all together. Nothing like being fresh in town and hanging out. The stories, the jokes and laughter, it's the greatest. I only expect more in the coming days.
"It is better to look good than to feel good" Fernando used to say that. I like looking scruffy sometimes. And what is it with everyone growimg beards and wearing red hats? Team Zissou where are you? If we took this movie and the impact it's had on fasion I would say it's the equivilent of a Star Wars convention. I mean it's freakin everywhere. I'm just mad cause I can't grow a decent beard. I wasn't blessed with the full facial hair gene.
Alright, Let's go to Megan's
After handing a game of pool to a drunk girl and to one with NO skills Ted "The Saunterer" Cardos and I ran into JF who then took us to his table only to find Brian, (My Seattle Connection). We then proceeded to call his cousin Aaron and threatened him to come to Hooper's or we would get a ladder climb into his bedroom and carry him out in his boxers. He made it down. After that and approx 6 Bells Two Hearted IPA's I was feeling happy to see some really good friends all together. Nothing like being fresh in town and hanging out. The stories, the jokes and laughter, it's the greatest. I only expect more in the coming days.
"It is better to look good than to feel good" Fernando used to say that. I like looking scruffy sometimes. And what is it with everyone growimg beards and wearing red hats? Team Zissou where are you? If we took this movie and the impact it's had on fasion I would say it's the equivilent of a Star Wars convention. I mean it's freakin everywhere. I'm just mad cause I can't grow a decent beard. I wasn't blessed with the full facial hair gene.
Alright, Let's go to Megan's
Thursday, December 22, 2005
I've been suckered!
OK.... So I did it. After weeks/months of looking at my friend's blogs I've decided to become Doogie Howser and go with the flow of posting one's thoughts. I actually have Mark, Megan, Aaron, Carolyn, Ringo, that beloved American Bulldog, and WENDY to blame. For if it weren't for them I wouldn't have looked at these blog sites let alone have to register in order to post on one (Wendy).
Well since this is like a journal/look into my psyche so I won't reveal too much except this is the second new thing online I've done tonight. Wow more waste of time and it's 4 am.
As Mark would say "Shit Man what else have I got to do at 4 am but not sleep drink some coffee and play Video Games... Ha ahha haa, I'm just kiddin'" I love that Gants kid and I can't wait till he comes back to town! Hoooraaahhh! Happy Birthday in advance Mutha Fucka!
The reality of it all is Kerouac had it right. Travel across America and you see the fabric of our society. Look into your soul to see the light that drives you. I think we all have a desire to do something beyond what we think our means are but few take that leap. I'm leaping but feet first because I don't want to scar my face on the coral as I swimm across the Caribeannn Blue. Light up another cause I don't want this one to burn out. Ouch stop and stamp it out. I got to close to the flame and she likes to dance but the Spanish Lady's got her beat to the rhythm of my heart. "Take it Easy" he said as he drank the Chivas from the glass..... Ice slowly melting in the beginning summer's sunlight. "No need to rush, let the taste and the mood move you...."
That's it. The taste and the mood will move me. Like wine and season, or Jameson and reason things happen because they do and we attach whatever reason we want; to it.
I'll see all of you soon
TFG
Well since this is like a journal/look into my psyche so I won't reveal too much except this is the second new thing online I've done tonight. Wow more waste of time and it's 4 am.
As Mark would say "Shit Man what else have I got to do at 4 am but not sleep drink some coffee and play Video Games... Ha ahha haa, I'm just kiddin'" I love that Gants kid and I can't wait till he comes back to town! Hoooraaahhh! Happy Birthday in advance Mutha Fucka!
The reality of it all is Kerouac had it right. Travel across America and you see the fabric of our society. Look into your soul to see the light that drives you. I think we all have a desire to do something beyond what we think our means are but few take that leap. I'm leaping but feet first because I don't want to scar my face on the coral as I swimm across the Caribeannn Blue. Light up another cause I don't want this one to burn out. Ouch stop and stamp it out. I got to close to the flame and she likes to dance but the Spanish Lady's got her beat to the rhythm of my heart. "Take it Easy" he said as he drank the Chivas from the glass..... Ice slowly melting in the beginning summer's sunlight. "No need to rush, let the taste and the mood move you...."
That's it. The taste and the mood will move me. Like wine and season, or Jameson and reason things happen because they do and we attach whatever reason we want; to it.
I'll see all of you soon
TFG
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