All the Single Girls from Pittsburgh Moved to Boston.

I want to go to a Karaoke bar.

What I really want to do is sing 'Midnight Train to Georgia.' However, in order for me to do this I need to get two 'Pips' to get the backgrounds. I want people who can do some choreography to the song. Simple movements just like the 'Pips.' Anyone interested in backing me up on this?

The Moon Rattles Like a Fragment of Angry Candy

Went to a birthday/cookout yesterday.

We showed up with a 1/4 barrel of Molson Canadian. Once we got it up the steps I then proceeded to pretend that I knew how to tap a keg. Seconds later there was foam everywhere. After that I abdicated my position to someone who had actually tapped a keg before.
Once we all had a few drinks in us and the weather cleared we decided to play catch. It was a good time. I was surprised I could still throw a ball with quite a bit of accuracy. Even though we were still drinking while we caught we were still able to hit each other in the gloves. After we ate the rain came back so we all sat in the living room and began falling asleep.
After we all decided to leave I came home, took off my muddy pants in the kitchen and sat around the house the rest of the night in my underwear.

4 of us went bowling Friday night. Great time there as well. They played shitty music and had the 'Cosmic' lights on.


I won 2 out of 3 games. I am very pleased with all the skill I had in regards to sporting this weekend.

'Everyone, Wave Goodbye To Juice Box'

Went to see the movie 'Kicking & Screaming' last night.

It was enjoyable. I really believe that if Mike Ditka hadn't been cast it would not have been as funny. When I returned home from the movie I basically just chilled and journaled for awhile. I came to realize that I'm a slave to my own irony.

Where Do I Stand?

We decided to change our Tuesday night venue.

I think we all got a little tired of patrons and staff of Buffalo Wild Wings. I definitely lost the battle to my inner fat man last night. I got an order of Jalepeno Poppers to start out, both cheddar and cream cheese flavored. Then ordered a half dozen Teriyaki Wings. Then I got a whole Italian Hoagie for my entree. My inner fat man was quite pleased in the battle he had just won. Now if I could only figure out where I stand things we be a lot better.

Slots License?

I went out and bought a baseball glove last night.

I got rid of my 'kid' glove a couple years ago. I figured it was time for a 'mans' glove.

Yin Yang Sun Tattoos

Went down to Tequila Wille's last night.

I danced for about 2 hours straight. Good times. While I dance I see all these guys sneak up behind girls and just start grinding with them. It strikes me as quite odd. I feel bad for the ladies. Most of them just try and escape the clutches of the stripe shirt mania. I like dancing with a group of people. That's why I like going dancing with gay guys. We just get in a big circle and go nuts. When I dance I really don't need someone all up ons, I need some room to bust my proverbial moves. I totally tore it up to Darude's 'Sandstorm.'

Snickers Pop'ables

I went on a date the other night.

I had a fantastic time. We went to see 'Mindhunters.' It was pretty good. Learned a whole new set of ways to kill a person. After the movie we kicked it over to Uno's where the coolest thing happened ever. The waitress came up to the table and told us her name as she wrote it down on a napkin and placed it on the table. I thought that was one of the coolest things I've seen. Ingenious actually. We even filled out the survey to that effect.

I'm With The Band

We went down to 'The Office' last night. I decided to take pictures everyone's beer labels.





Molson was having a Money Tent extravaganza. Quite fun. I totally sucked at it. I think I ended up grabbing $600. Mike went in first and ended up coming out in second place with $1150. In order for Mike to his prize we needed to stay until the end of the contest. Everyone else ended up leaving MIke, Jim, and I there so Ben came down and Mike eventually got his Molson Pullover. We ended up kicking it with Alyson and the going down to Cricket. It was a great time.

Slum Beautiful

Big League Chew.

I totally forgot we bought two bags for the baseball game. We were all instantly taken back to younger days. Most of us shared the same memory of stuffing the entire bag in our mouths while we struggled to breathe.

Decathecting

I started fighting my inner fat man today.

I'm tired of having some chub. I made a decision last night that I'm going to start fighting my inner fat man back into his cave. I feel like I'm doing good so far. I'm also aware that it's also only been one day since I declared independence.

Seaman O'Doyle

We went to another Pirate's game on Friday.

When we got to the stadium there was a 'bomb threat.' There was a report of a backpack in a garbage can on the Roberto Clemente bridge. The firemen and police and bomb squad were all called out. One lucky fellow got in his bomb disposal uniform which just looked like a big mascot costume. He went to the garbage can and pulled out the backpack and put it into a box and then the excitement was over. There was no bomb. Who would really want to blow up the former worst team in the NL. Apparently no one can throw out there backpack in a public garbage can without alerting the bomb squad. I had a good time, it was definitely not as an exciting night as the last one though.

My thoughts aren't cheery. I recently came to realize that an old friend of mine is no friend at all. Never really cared about me at all it turns out. The person has no problem disrespecting me and dropping me faster than dress on prom night. They apparently care about no one but themselves. It saddens and angers me. The really sad thing is I still want to be friends.

Time?

My watch chain broke last night.

I have no idea what time it is anymore. I'm very distraught. I find myself instinctually reaching down to grab it out of my pocket when I feel the urge to know the time. I was walking and it got caught on a drawer pull and it broke. The little leather piece that attaches to my belt, which I believe is called a Fob, tore. I don't think that I could repair it by sewing it since it's fairly thin and even if I did I'm sure it wouldn't hold very long. I got this one at Newbury comics in Boston. I have no idea where to get one here. I feel like I'll be disappointed if I don't find the perfect one.

Where Does It Go?

Friendship?

There is no clear definition. I have several types myself. The old friends, the new friends, the used to be friends, the pretend friends, and the don't have time for me friends. As we go along in this world and accomplish things on our own some of us begin to forget how we got there in the first place. Who was there with us? Who do we really trust? Who got us through the tough times? Who did we celebrate the good times with? Who gets to know everything?
How do we bridge the separation between old friends and new friends? How are some people able to turn their backs on old friends? How can someone mean the world to you one minute and then not even be a faint whisper in your mind the next?
So it goes.

Creative Impass

I've wanted to get a tattoo since I was at Berklee.

I can't think of anything to get. I don't want to just arbitrarily pick a trendy symbol or design. I've seen hundreds of people with the same tattoo. Barbwire armbands, chinese letters, religious idols, superman logos, and some kind of ethnic symbols are all things that everyone one has. I'd like to think I'm a bit more creative than that. I want something that has some intrinsic value and not just some trendy symbol.

Your Mouth Ain't Pregnant

We went to see Dave Attell Saturday night.

He performed down at the Byham Theater downtown. It's an entirely different venue than the Improv were I saw him last time. The Byham is an old movie house from well before my time. The architecture of the building hasn't changed at all. The seats are tiny and crammed together, the plaster seems to be cracking on some of the walls, and there are no handrails on the steps.
The guys who opened for Dave were hilarious as well. I have no idea what their names were but I will be furiously checking to see if any names seem familiar. About halfway through his set a drunk girl walked up to the stage and begged to be let on. It was mildly amusing. The more amusing part was how he ridiculed her to her face and the audience and she seemed to not even notice.

After we left the show we headed over the 'The Office.' Saw some friends from high school and kicked it with them for awhile. We were there until about 1. One of my buddies is a cop so he was testing us to see how impaired we were. He told me that my BAC was about .3. Luckily I wasn't the one driving.