So I've been working with Mur for a little while now, learning how to be a parachute rigger. That is someone, qualified, and certified to pack the reserve parachute, as well as being able to make minor canopy repairs, overhauls, and inspections of equipment. It seems like the natural progression for me, being someone who supports skydiving by packing the main parachute for a whole bunch of people. Plus some of the better canopy pilots out at the DZ are the riggers, and they are well respected, oh and it's just cool. So Mur has taken me under her wing for now, showing me the basics before I go take Dave Dewolf's course in January, which is going to cost me an arm, and possibly a leg. An investment that I think is well worth it. Learning all these things is very interesting, and I can pack a reserve fairly well, so long as you don't count bagging it. I've only done that well a few times, and stowing those lines is still a bit tricky. I've also now sewn together a fair few of walk around training harnesses for our students to go along with the new gear, and I'll be making some more of them this week as well.
Last night was an entirely new project for me, one that I didn't work on much at all, and was more just instructional. There was an 8" or so tear in one of our tandem canopies near the tail. So Mur was patching it, and I got to watch and help out a bit. Tonight I'll probably practice patching some canopy material, not on an actual canopy yet, because well my sewing skills are not super amazing... yet. They are improving and pretty quickly actually, but I don't really feel comfortable poking holes into a parachute and then possibly having to re-do it because I can't sew well enough.
Oh I also graduated from my cane yesterday, and I'm now walking unassisted other than my schweet boot. I'm pretty pumped about that, even though my foot/leg are sore today I'm going to stick it out baby!
JOTD:
The Crusades - Because when God gave Moses the 5th commandment, he was jk jk lol.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Ocho de Mayo!
So instead of cinco de mayo, we had ocho de mayo at the drop zone, since well cinco was on Wednesday, and ocho was Saturday.
"Patron on the rocks, and I'm ready for some shots!"
So we're having this big Mexican fiesta style party after the club meeting and everything. I've got two bottles of tequila, along with three different kinds of margarita mixes. A few other people also got more bottles of other stuff, a few bottles of patron floating around for shots. Mary and I worked on some rigging in the morning, sewing together and finishing 3 walk around harnesses, then heading out to the dz for the party, and for me to re-assemble all the student gear and pack those up.... huge fucking parachutes -grumble-.
"Patron on the rocks, and I'm ready for some shots!"
Anywhoo, we have our club meeting, with a taco bar for everyone, and enjoy the food, get the updates on the club. Do two initiations, which are always good shit. Kimmy and Chad became permanent members. All in all I believe I had about 5 shots of patron, and 4 margaritas before heading out to the bar. I ate two tacos during the club meeting, thereby fulfilling my sustenance needs for the day... kinda. Had a whiskey and coke that was stronger than I make them for myself, which is pretty scary to be honest.
"Patron on the rocks, and I'm ready for some shots!"
Also had 3 bombs at the bar, I managed to get Prigge, and Kimmy to buy said bombs for me, don't ask me how I don't much remember that part. Drank about 1/2 of Lisa's cranberry vodka and danced for a lil while and what not. We went back to the club, and I was pretty much drunk as a skunk, and ready to pass the fuck out. So I did. Within what I believe was about 10 minutes, I was throwing up... all over the couch I was sleeping on. B-Mart had to wake me up and force me to help him clean up my vomit... It was pretty much disgusting. I threw out the shirt I was wearing because it was totally covered, smeared even, and it was a nice shirt. One that Meghan bought me, so I'm fairly confident it looked 1/2 decent on me. The two cushions that took the brute of the attack got thrown over the balcony, and B-Mart took them into the showers and hosed those off, while I attempted to clean up the couch and carpet as best I could. B-Mart showed up with a steaming bucket of bleach water, which worked really well actually. The next morning I couldn't even tell where on the couch I had thrown up, except after I hurled I became pretty conscious and my memory worked, probably because the sudden lack of booze pissed me off... not sure. Now I owe B-Mart huge, because he stayed up for an hour or so to clean up my mess, which is just disgusting.
On Sunday morning, every time I walked past the vending machine, I bought B-Mart a Dr. Pepper, the soda he likes, and just kinda told him he looked thirsty. It's a small start and I think I spent like $1.50 or $2.00 which isn't even close to what his help was worth, but at least it's something. So for now I'm trying to figure out the best way to pay my debt to him.
A few things can be learned from my ordeal:
-It's great to have good fucking friends.
-Tequila rocks, until it's coming out, that's just unpleasant.
-Don't go to the bar after 12:30.
-And of course, Nothing good happens after 2:00AM
Random Joke:
Facebook -- Making it acceptable for strangers to be creepy since 2004.
"Patron on the rocks, and I'm ready for some shots!"
So we're having this big Mexican fiesta style party after the club meeting and everything. I've got two bottles of tequila, along with three different kinds of margarita mixes. A few other people also got more bottles of other stuff, a few bottles of patron floating around for shots. Mary and I worked on some rigging in the morning, sewing together and finishing 3 walk around harnesses, then heading out to the dz for the party, and for me to re-assemble all the student gear and pack those up.... huge fucking parachutes -grumble-.
"Patron on the rocks, and I'm ready for some shots!"
Anywhoo, we have our club meeting, with a taco bar for everyone, and enjoy the food, get the updates on the club. Do two initiations, which are always good shit. Kimmy and Chad became permanent members. All in all I believe I had about 5 shots of patron, and 4 margaritas before heading out to the bar. I ate two tacos during the club meeting, thereby fulfilling my sustenance needs for the day... kinda. Had a whiskey and coke that was stronger than I make them for myself, which is pretty scary to be honest.
"Patron on the rocks, and I'm ready for some shots!"
Also had 3 bombs at the bar, I managed to get Prigge, and Kimmy to buy said bombs for me, don't ask me how I don't much remember that part. Drank about 1/2 of Lisa's cranberry vodka and danced for a lil while and what not. We went back to the club, and I was pretty much drunk as a skunk, and ready to pass the fuck out. So I did. Within what I believe was about 10 minutes, I was throwing up... all over the couch I was sleeping on. B-Mart had to wake me up and force me to help him clean up my vomit... It was pretty much disgusting. I threw out the shirt I was wearing because it was totally covered, smeared even, and it was a nice shirt. One that Meghan bought me, so I'm fairly confident it looked 1/2 decent on me. The two cushions that took the brute of the attack got thrown over the balcony, and B-Mart took them into the showers and hosed those off, while I attempted to clean up the couch and carpet as best I could. B-Mart showed up with a steaming bucket of bleach water, which worked really well actually. The next morning I couldn't even tell where on the couch I had thrown up, except after I hurled I became pretty conscious and my memory worked, probably because the sudden lack of booze pissed me off... not sure. Now I owe B-Mart huge, because he stayed up for an hour or so to clean up my mess, which is just disgusting.
On Sunday morning, every time I walked past the vending machine, I bought B-Mart a Dr. Pepper, the soda he likes, and just kinda told him he looked thirsty. It's a small start and I think I spent like $1.50 or $2.00 which isn't even close to what his help was worth, but at least it's something. So for now I'm trying to figure out the best way to pay my debt to him.
A few things can be learned from my ordeal:
-It's great to have good fucking friends.
-Tequila rocks, until it's coming out, that's just unpleasant.
-Don't go to the bar after 12:30.
-And of course, Nothing good happens after 2:00AM
Random Joke:
Facebook -- Making it acceptable for strangers to be creepy since 2004.
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Meh
So, it's that time of year when all the young'uns are getting excited for their summer of leisure, the college kids are stressing over up coming exams, and I'm just excited to see the sun for more than just a few hours a day. For some reason there have been gale-force winds around the DZ the last few weeks, which has severely limited the number of jumps being made. This is no good, I need money and can't get said money without packing parachutes, the DZ needs to fly the pretty new plane we just got in order to make that a financially sound decision. Oh yeah and it's also Cinco de Mayo.
I don't really care that today is a Mexican holiday, however I will use it as an excuse to party. I'm not quite sure if I'll actually be doing anything today, but we're having an Ocho de Mayo fiesta on Saturday at the club. I've taken it upon myself to decide that this is also going to be a margarita night. So within the next few days I'm going to have to pick up a couple bottles of tequila, mmmmm delicious, and some margarita mix and ice and whatever else we'll be needing. Hopefully people will be very receptive and give me some money back. After looking up margarita recipes online, I think we will have a few different flavors to choose from and fun will be had by all.
Nothing really all that fantastic to report as of recent, since there hasn't been much jumping, and I've just been hangin' around the house. I think Sam wants to hang tonight so I might head over there, depends on the weather, if it's clear and we're jumping I'm going to go have to try and make some $$ if not, well then maybe it's time to play beer pong baseball that I learned about from survivingtheworld.net which is a pretty much hilarious webcomic.
Anywhoo I leave you with this message:
If you have a cane and are not a senior citizen, it's still acceptable to yell at the whippersnappers running on the lawn.
I don't really care that today is a Mexican holiday, however I will use it as an excuse to party. I'm not quite sure if I'll actually be doing anything today, but we're having an Ocho de Mayo fiesta on Saturday at the club. I've taken it upon myself to decide that this is also going to be a margarita night. So within the next few days I'm going to have to pick up a couple bottles of tequila, mmmmm delicious, and some margarita mix and ice and whatever else we'll be needing. Hopefully people will be very receptive and give me some money back. After looking up margarita recipes online, I think we will have a few different flavors to choose from and fun will be had by all.
Nothing really all that fantastic to report as of recent, since there hasn't been much jumping, and I've just been hangin' around the house. I think Sam wants to hang tonight so I might head over there, depends on the weather, if it's clear and we're jumping I'm going to go have to try and make some $$ if not, well then maybe it's time to play beer pong baseball that I learned about from survivingtheworld.net which is a pretty much hilarious webcomic.
Anywhoo I leave you with this message:
If you have a cane and are not a senior citizen, it's still acceptable to yell at the whippersnappers running on the lawn.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
I fell out of Boo Radly's apple tree, and oww my arm is killing me.
So, I went skydiving. This was a few weeks ago, but I've been meaning to write about it for a while now. I jumped out of an airplane!! It was a little Cessna-182 with a suped up engin. I didn't even go to full altitude, it was just what we call a hop-n-pop because you go up to 4,000 ft and just hop out of the plane, and pop your chute without much freefall. I like hop-n-pops because it gives me a chance to work purely on canopy control. Something which you can never have enough work on, plus they're cheaper than full altitude jumps. So it was a beautiful Sunday morning, I got on the first load, planning on stuffing plastic easter eggs full of candy after the jump. The climb to altitude was pretty uneventful, just a boring ol' climb up.
Jump out of the plane at four grand and oh what a feeling! I took a very short delay, maybe 2-3 seconds and threw my pilot chute. That's a little chute that pulls the pin holding my main bag in my container, and ultimately deploys the main parachute. Chute comes out, great soft opening as expected since I packed it. Once under my fully inflated canopy I grabbed my toggles and released my breaks, putting the canopy into full flight. Looked around for the landing area so I knew where to ultimately head. Did a few spirals for fun and to burn off some altitude, and started heading back to where I would like to set up for my landing pattern. I should've probably done an extra spiral because by the time I got to the second leg in the landing pattern I was a bit too high. I made that turn and was flying with the wind heading toward the grass runway. You are not allowed to go over any runways under canopy if you're under 1,000 ft. I was at about 800 ft when I hit the edge of the runway, so I made the next left hand turn in the landing pattern. Going crosswind again, and much slower than when I was flying downwind. Still pretty high, so I overshot the landing area a bit, could've gone a bit farther though. Made my last left hand turn into the wind and was going good and slow. Also at this point I was starting to get pretty low, under 200 ft. Held my arms up allowing my canopy full flight so that it would get as much speed as necessairy to have a good flare when I pulled my toggles down far.
The wind was comming from over the trees, the trees were right in front of me, perhaps 150 yards away. By the time I got to 15 ft I was maybe 75 yards from the trees, maybe. The wind comming off the tops of them went downwards back toward the ground to level out a bit. I experienced a little turbulance once I dropped below 30 ft. So at 15 ft, there was a downdraft of some sorts. I'm preparing my landing and getting ready to flare in a second or two, when all of a sudden my canopy more or less stops flying and it feels like it collapses. I go damn near straight down and a 4 second decent becomes about a 1.5 second decent. I hit the ground, hard. I didn't really remember to do a PLF, which is a type of roll you do so you don't get hurt. My PLF was pretty lame and my right fibula snapped. I didn't hear the noise but I felt a whole hell of a lot of pain.
After I landed the wind grabbed my parachute and wanted to start dragging me, I pulled in one of my toggles as quickly as I could to re-collapse the parachute, then disconnected my RSL, which would deploy my reserve if I were to cut the canopy away. If the wind was going to keep pulling me I would've just cut the main away and worried about it later.
There's a sort of understanding amongst the skydiving community. It's a very important rule, it states in much looser terms: No skydiver shall every lie on the ground after a landing unless they are either 1) Hurt so badly they can't stand up, or 2) Willing to buy a case of beer for scaring the shit out of everyone else. Well after my landing, I didn't stand up, and I fell under the first situation. I found out what happens when people don't stand up and why if you can you better, because damn near everyone on the dropzone ran their ass out to where I was to see what was what and how badly I was damaged. I convinced them not to call in an ambulance since it wasn't quite that horrible, and besides that shit is expensive as hell.
I got carted back to the clubhouse from the landing area, or at least the area where I landed, which wasn't quite in the designated circle, but still an acceptable place if the winds were different. Loaded myself into Mur's car since she offered to cart me out to the hospital, got some ice packs put on my leg and off we went. The first, and closest hospital was closed since this was a Sunday, and apparently around there no one ever gets hurt on a Sunday.... So we turned around and went to the next hospital. Having Mur with me was a huge help since she's been in and out of hospitals more times than I like to think about. She made sure I got drugs and everything which was good because I got a 10 mg shot of morphine before ever even seeing a doctor.
I didn't see a doctor until after I got my x-rays, and had I not got that shot of morphine I probably would've punched the chick doing my x-rays in the face... more than once. Even after getting pumped with morphine my leg hurt, and when the chick who wanted to take x-rays decided to not let me turn to get my leg in an appropriate position for her to take a picture of the inside of my leg, she just twisted the broken fucker however she liked. I still almost hit that bitch in the jaw. So I got my x-rays all finished up, the doctor looked at them and it was a grim look he gave me. When I saw the x-rays myself I understood, there wasn't a whole lot he could do for me. My fibula was ker-snapped in half and pointing in two different directions. Surprisingly enough my leg looked mostly normal, only slightly swollen at this point, but it hurt like hell. The doc gave me a temporary cast type deal and sent me to Waukesha Memorial Hospital to see a specialist.
Dr. Merkow is the man with the plan. They guy with the tools to fix a leg by cutting into the bad-boy and doing whatever it is he does best. I spoke with him briefly about his plans for my leg, and before log a beautiful nurse was rolling me into the OR. She put an oxygen mask over my face and just kinda smiled at me. I stared up into her beautiful deep green eyes and heard a doc behind me tell me he was going to put in the drugs to knock me out for the surgery. I felt them go into my arm and within a couple of seconds I was out.
The next thing I remember I'm being carted back to my room, my phone is ringing so someone gives it to me, and I start talkin' on the phone and being generally belligerent. I didn't care what was going on, I was hopped up on whatever it was that they used to knock me out, plus morphine, plus who knows what, and perhaps a little bit of shock since my leg had just been cut open, a plate added in, 8 screws put into my leg, and 2 more into my ankle.
I've now got the beginnings of an inspector gadget leg, I can't skydive for perhaps another 2 months, I'm currently wearing a goofy looking boot thing (at least I'm done with the casts), and I'm rip-rearing-ready to go.
Moral of the story: Ask the cute nurse out before the doc knocks your ass out for surgery, otherwise you may never see her again.
Jump out of the plane at four grand and oh what a feeling! I took a very short delay, maybe 2-3 seconds and threw my pilot chute. That's a little chute that pulls the pin holding my main bag in my container, and ultimately deploys the main parachute. Chute comes out, great soft opening as expected since I packed it. Once under my fully inflated canopy I grabbed my toggles and released my breaks, putting the canopy into full flight. Looked around for the landing area so I knew where to ultimately head. Did a few spirals for fun and to burn off some altitude, and started heading back to where I would like to set up for my landing pattern. I should've probably done an extra spiral because by the time I got to the second leg in the landing pattern I was a bit too high. I made that turn and was flying with the wind heading toward the grass runway. You are not allowed to go over any runways under canopy if you're under 1,000 ft. I was at about 800 ft when I hit the edge of the runway, so I made the next left hand turn in the landing pattern. Going crosswind again, and much slower than when I was flying downwind. Still pretty high, so I overshot the landing area a bit, could've gone a bit farther though. Made my last left hand turn into the wind and was going good and slow. Also at this point I was starting to get pretty low, under 200 ft. Held my arms up allowing my canopy full flight so that it would get as much speed as necessairy to have a good flare when I pulled my toggles down far.
The wind was comming from over the trees, the trees were right in front of me, perhaps 150 yards away. By the time I got to 15 ft I was maybe 75 yards from the trees, maybe. The wind comming off the tops of them went downwards back toward the ground to level out a bit. I experienced a little turbulance once I dropped below 30 ft. So at 15 ft, there was a downdraft of some sorts. I'm preparing my landing and getting ready to flare in a second or two, when all of a sudden my canopy more or less stops flying and it feels like it collapses. I go damn near straight down and a 4 second decent becomes about a 1.5 second decent. I hit the ground, hard. I didn't really remember to do a PLF, which is a type of roll you do so you don't get hurt. My PLF was pretty lame and my right fibula snapped. I didn't hear the noise but I felt a whole hell of a lot of pain.
After I landed the wind grabbed my parachute and wanted to start dragging me, I pulled in one of my toggles as quickly as I could to re-collapse the parachute, then disconnected my RSL, which would deploy my reserve if I were to cut the canopy away. If the wind was going to keep pulling me I would've just cut the main away and worried about it later.
There's a sort of understanding amongst the skydiving community. It's a very important rule, it states in much looser terms: No skydiver shall every lie on the ground after a landing unless they are either 1) Hurt so badly they can't stand up, or 2) Willing to buy a case of beer for scaring the shit out of everyone else. Well after my landing, I didn't stand up, and I fell under the first situation. I found out what happens when people don't stand up and why if you can you better, because damn near everyone on the dropzone ran their ass out to where I was to see what was what and how badly I was damaged. I convinced them not to call in an ambulance since it wasn't quite that horrible, and besides that shit is expensive as hell.
I got carted back to the clubhouse from the landing area, or at least the area where I landed, which wasn't quite in the designated circle, but still an acceptable place if the winds were different. Loaded myself into Mur's car since she offered to cart me out to the hospital, got some ice packs put on my leg and off we went. The first, and closest hospital was closed since this was a Sunday, and apparently around there no one ever gets hurt on a Sunday.... So we turned around and went to the next hospital. Having Mur with me was a huge help since she's been in and out of hospitals more times than I like to think about. She made sure I got drugs and everything which was good because I got a 10 mg shot of morphine before ever even seeing a doctor.
I didn't see a doctor until after I got my x-rays, and had I not got that shot of morphine I probably would've punched the chick doing my x-rays in the face... more than once. Even after getting pumped with morphine my leg hurt, and when the chick who wanted to take x-rays decided to not let me turn to get my leg in an appropriate position for her to take a picture of the inside of my leg, she just twisted the broken fucker however she liked. I still almost hit that bitch in the jaw. So I got my x-rays all finished up, the doctor looked at them and it was a grim look he gave me. When I saw the x-rays myself I understood, there wasn't a whole lot he could do for me. My fibula was ker-snapped in half and pointing in two different directions. Surprisingly enough my leg looked mostly normal, only slightly swollen at this point, but it hurt like hell. The doc gave me a temporary cast type deal and sent me to Waukesha Memorial Hospital to see a specialist.
Dr. Merkow is the man with the plan. They guy with the tools to fix a leg by cutting into the bad-boy and doing whatever it is he does best. I spoke with him briefly about his plans for my leg, and before log a beautiful nurse was rolling me into the OR. She put an oxygen mask over my face and just kinda smiled at me. I stared up into her beautiful deep green eyes and heard a doc behind me tell me he was going to put in the drugs to knock me out for the surgery. I felt them go into my arm and within a couple of seconds I was out.
The next thing I remember I'm being carted back to my room, my phone is ringing so someone gives it to me, and I start talkin' on the phone and being generally belligerent. I didn't care what was going on, I was hopped up on whatever it was that they used to knock me out, plus morphine, plus who knows what, and perhaps a little bit of shock since my leg had just been cut open, a plate added in, 8 screws put into my leg, and 2 more into my ankle.
I've now got the beginnings of an inspector gadget leg, I can't skydive for perhaps another 2 months, I'm currently wearing a goofy looking boot thing (at least I'm done with the casts), and I'm rip-rearing-ready to go.
Moral of the story: Ask the cute nurse out before the doc knocks your ass out for surgery, otherwise you may never see her again.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Work Work Work All Day Long
Work, work, work, work, all day long. I worked from 8AM to 3:45PM. Once I got off work, I drove to work. Got there a little early so I wasted like 10-15 minutes in my car then went to work at 5PM - 10:15PM. Hurray!! Money! I went home and showered. I had a package shipped via FedEx from Verizon Wireless, because my phone stopped working last week. It was a new phone, only problem is not a new battery, and it turns out the battery is the part that's messed up. Who would've guessed it. So i laid down in bed, watched like 2 episodes of How I Met Your Mother and then passed the hell out.
Today I'm probably going to have a short workday, because I'm feeling extra lazy. I'll try and get out of here around 2PM, then I've got to stop at the bank to get a rent check, and some money for Greg since I still owe him for loaning me money for my security deposit. I kinda want to go back to Kohl's and see if I can find some shirts and what not, also perhaps some socks. I need to do my laundry badly tonight, so I'll have to bounce on home and try and get that done, also around 6PM tonight, I'm working on reserves at the DZ with Mary. I do love working on reserves, because it's challenging, and I'm not so amazing at it, so it's something fun that I need to work at a bit. Plus I want to get my rigger's ticket so I can professionally pack people's reserves, and I've got to get good at it sometime. Free training is always a plus, and Mary has a few to do, so she's going to let me pack one for a while and practice, then she'll just pack it together in all of 8 seconds.... She's super quick.
Tomorrow is STP!! Not quite sure what my plans are for tonight after working on reserves, probably go home? But STP tomorrow, so that's exciting.
Today I'm probably going to have a short workday, because I'm feeling extra lazy. I'll try and get out of here around 2PM, then I've got to stop at the bank to get a rent check, and some money for Greg since I still owe him for loaning me money for my security deposit. I kinda want to go back to Kohl's and see if I can find some shirts and what not, also perhaps some socks. I need to do my laundry badly tonight, so I'll have to bounce on home and try and get that done, also around 6PM tonight, I'm working on reserves at the DZ with Mary. I do love working on reserves, because it's challenging, and I'm not so amazing at it, so it's something fun that I need to work at a bit. Plus I want to get my rigger's ticket so I can professionally pack people's reserves, and I've got to get good at it sometime. Free training is always a plus, and Mary has a few to do, so she's going to let me pack one for a while and practice, then she'll just pack it together in all of 8 seconds.... She's super quick.
Tomorrow is STP!! Not quite sure what my plans are for tonight after working on reserves, probably go home? But STP tomorrow, so that's exciting.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Fedoro (the manly version of a fedora)
So Momo wanted some help moving stuff from the garage to the basement so that it would be cleared out before the contractors come to redo the driveway/garage/patio and everything. So I picked up Sam (who is finally home from madrid, strange week not seeing him at all) and we headed over there. It didn't take horribly long, just moving crap down to the basement, then helping move some stuff to one of Momo's friend's places which was like 7 blocks away. Got everything done, ate some food and relaxed for a few minutes.
Momo told me about how she has 30% off of everything at Kohl's. I've been needing to get some new jeans so i jumped all over that. We went to Kohl's and shopped for nearly 2 and a half hours. The super-de-duper clearance racks, 80+% off plus the 30% off after that is amazing deals. I found a sweater vest and nearly exploded with excitement and joy all at once. Pulled it off the rack showed Sam and he just shook his head yes, because he couldn't even say anything it was too amazing. We found 3 vests, and then on the other side of the rack... two pink dress shirts! So amazing, so now we're planning on wearing some pretty freaking sweet things out to the bar for the night, and we're getting Dave involved, hence the 3rd vest. Spent a long time trying to find a 3rd pink shirt, which wasn't working out so we went to the clearance room in the back of the store. We found fedoras! Well for the day we decided it was so manly that we were going to call them fedoros. Got set with that, and looked at all the other crap that was damn near free after all the clearance and discounts. Over the course of our Kohl's journey Sam managed to get Beth some wedding present things, as well as picked up a gift for Shannon. While looking again for another pink shirt, one of the people working there informed us of the clearance racks on the other side of the Men's section. SCORE!! More crap to sift through and find amazing deals on. We found Dave's shirt too!! I ended up getting a fedora, a guinness baseball cap type thing, a pink dress shirt, a sweater vest, a sweater, two pairs of jeans, and a pair of corduroy pants. Subtracting the $20 that Momo was going to pay me, well I'm not quite sure how much I spent, because Momo told me that she was going to open a tab for me and I would just be working it off. Which works great for me.
Got back to Momo's after Kohls, where we got over $1000 worth of merchandise for less than $150, yeah we paid approximately 15% of what everything was overall. We've got skills. I took a shower at Momo's and me and Sam 'suited up' it wasn't really suiting up because it wasn't suits but it was still pretty damn good. Dave was coming in on the train and we needed to pick him up so we left Momo's in a little bit of a hurry to go get Sam. Sam realized he didn't have his phone about halfway to get Dave, but we just kind of ignored it. Until Momo called me and informed me that she had Sam's keys as well. Damnit Sam!! Oh well, we picked up Dave, dropped him at his place, and went back to Momo's so Sam could pick up his crap. Stopped there for a few seconds, Sam ran in, grabbed a bag with all his stuff in it and we left.
Back at Sam's apartment, I think I missed it a little bit. I started making some pizza rolls, Sam went to get a razor from OP and get Dave. I had food waiting for the boys when they got back, and Dave was all decked out himself, and he even had his own fedora so there's an extra one at Sam's that I'm probably going to have to take and call my own. I start getting calls from Gopher and Heather to go out to tosa to drink for Gopher's birthday. I had already celebrated G's bday the night previous when he turned 21 at the bar, and I wanted to go party with him some more, but I didn't really want to drive to go out, especially when I looked so amazing and wanted to get myself a good few beers. So I had to tell Gopher sorry I wouldn't be making it out to tosa, because I'm not trying to get a DUI, and he understood.
We started the night at Caffrey's for $2 leini's taps, and $3 bombs. I had a beer and a few bombs, while we sat around at the bar just chillin, talking amongst ourselves, and a few other people we knew at the bar. Shortly after midnight when the deals ended we headed over to Murphy's and drank 3 pitchers of Miller Light. We played a couple games of cricket (darts) in which I dominated the poor fools who were trying to compete with me. We didn't really do a whole lot, except be amazing with our shirts/vests/fedoras (which I'm wearing at work right now, and I look damn good). After Murphy's closed at 2 (grumble damn early bar time) Dave went home, and Sam and I went back to his apartment.
The plan was to watch an episode or two of How I Met Your Mother, but after I ate a few pieces of pizza and got settled I ended up falling asleep pretty quickly. I don't know if Sam did or not, but I was asleep.
Momo told me about how she has 30% off of everything at Kohl's. I've been needing to get some new jeans so i jumped all over that. We went to Kohl's and shopped for nearly 2 and a half hours. The super-de-duper clearance racks, 80+% off plus the 30% off after that is amazing deals. I found a sweater vest and nearly exploded with excitement and joy all at once. Pulled it off the rack showed Sam and he just shook his head yes, because he couldn't even say anything it was too amazing. We found 3 vests, and then on the other side of the rack... two pink dress shirts! So amazing, so now we're planning on wearing some pretty freaking sweet things out to the bar for the night, and we're getting Dave involved, hence the 3rd vest. Spent a long time trying to find a 3rd pink shirt, which wasn't working out so we went to the clearance room in the back of the store. We found fedoras! Well for the day we decided it was so manly that we were going to call them fedoros. Got set with that, and looked at all the other crap that was damn near free after all the clearance and discounts. Over the course of our Kohl's journey Sam managed to get Beth some wedding present things, as well as picked up a gift for Shannon. While looking again for another pink shirt, one of the people working there informed us of the clearance racks on the other side of the Men's section. SCORE!! More crap to sift through and find amazing deals on. We found Dave's shirt too!! I ended up getting a fedora, a guinness baseball cap type thing, a pink dress shirt, a sweater vest, a sweater, two pairs of jeans, and a pair of corduroy pants. Subtracting the $20 that Momo was going to pay me, well I'm not quite sure how much I spent, because Momo told me that she was going to open a tab for me and I would just be working it off. Which works great for me.
Got back to Momo's after Kohls, where we got over $1000 worth of merchandise for less than $150, yeah we paid approximately 15% of what everything was overall. We've got skills. I took a shower at Momo's and me and Sam 'suited up' it wasn't really suiting up because it wasn't suits but it was still pretty damn good. Dave was coming in on the train and we needed to pick him up so we left Momo's in a little bit of a hurry to go get Sam. Sam realized he didn't have his phone about halfway to get Dave, but we just kind of ignored it. Until Momo called me and informed me that she had Sam's keys as well. Damnit Sam!! Oh well, we picked up Dave, dropped him at his place, and went back to Momo's so Sam could pick up his crap. Stopped there for a few seconds, Sam ran in, grabbed a bag with all his stuff in it and we left.
Back at Sam's apartment, I think I missed it a little bit. I started making some pizza rolls, Sam went to get a razor from OP and get Dave. I had food waiting for the boys when they got back, and Dave was all decked out himself, and he even had his own fedora so there's an extra one at Sam's that I'm probably going to have to take and call my own. I start getting calls from Gopher and Heather to go out to tosa to drink for Gopher's birthday. I had already celebrated G's bday the night previous when he turned 21 at the bar, and I wanted to go party with him some more, but I didn't really want to drive to go out, especially when I looked so amazing and wanted to get myself a good few beers. So I had to tell Gopher sorry I wouldn't be making it out to tosa, because I'm not trying to get a DUI, and he understood.
We started the night at Caffrey's for $2 leini's taps, and $3 bombs. I had a beer and a few bombs, while we sat around at the bar just chillin, talking amongst ourselves, and a few other people we knew at the bar. Shortly after midnight when the deals ended we headed over to Murphy's and drank 3 pitchers of Miller Light. We played a couple games of cricket (darts) in which I dominated the poor fools who were trying to compete with me. We didn't really do a whole lot, except be amazing with our shirts/vests/fedoras (which I'm wearing at work right now, and I look damn good). After Murphy's closed at 2 (grumble damn early bar time) Dave went home, and Sam and I went back to his apartment.
The plan was to watch an episode or two of How I Met Your Mother, but after I ate a few pieces of pizza and got settled I ended up falling asleep pretty quickly. I don't know if Sam did or not, but I was asleep.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Don't let that sweaty truck driver take yo' shit!
Ugh. So There's these two freight lines, A&B Freight and ABF Freight. They're right next to each other on my list of freight line phone numbers, and I was supposed to ship a measly 1 pallet, 380 lbs. from Oak Creek, WI to Rochelle, IL.
No biggie right?
Well apparently I called ABF instead of A&B, didn't realize it even when the guy was here to pick it up, and sent this skid with the wrong trucking company. Ok, well that's alright, they'll still deliver it right?
Apparently neither us, nor the customer who is receiving this shipment have any professional relationship with ABF Freight. Makes sense to me though after talking with their representitives for 35 minutes. I get a call yesterday from a guy named 'Ray' he tells me that they wont ship this until it's paid for. Asks me to change it from collect to prepaid, so that we will be paying the freight charges. I do what he asks, he says he'll get an invoice written up for us, and it will be somewhere between $180-$200.
Cool. Well not really since I called A&B and they quoted me $77.69 for the shipment....
I get a call today from Karen, telling me she needs a credit card # to pay for this so they will release it and ship it. I give her the number and she tells me she's going to be running it for $406.
Hold your horses there Karen. NFH (Not Fucking Happening) I explained to her that 'Ray' had given me a guestimate between 180-200 and she's all "well I don't know anything about that, and we can't just verbally tell people what we think it will be." (I pictured here to be givin' me sass at this point too, and snapping her fingers in a Z shaped pattern).
So I called 'Ray', well apparently he's just a part-time wanna-be, but hey he gave me a price and I'll be damned if we don't get at least that price. I get a salesmen on the phone from this freight company....
You know in the old days people used to rob freight lines, I guess they learned from those robbers, because damn over $400 to ship less than 400# from oak creek to rochell....
Anyway I get this guy Phil, explain the situation and tell him there's no way we're paying $406 for this, when I've got a quote sitting here for $77.69, meanwhile my boss and the owner of the company is just about ready to junk the whole shipment and tell ABF to do some very unprofessional things with themselves. I bitch at Phil for a little while about this, and he tells me he can give me a 55% discount, which brings it down to around $185, which at least is what 'Ray' told me.
So now I've wasted over an hour and a half on this entire ordeal, and we're still losing over $100 on freight. Oh did I mention the entire order is only $337.08, which means we're making $60 at most off of this. So now we're losing money, and wasting time, the double whammy.
Lesson to be learned: Double check paper work before you let a sweaty truck driver sign it and take your shipment.
Oh and cross ABF off of my freight list. Done, Greg did that while I was on the phone with Phil. He also mentioned to not tell them that we will never be doing business with them, because then they wouldn't give us that discount. Such a smart business man....
No biggie right?
Well apparently I called ABF instead of A&B, didn't realize it even when the guy was here to pick it up, and sent this skid with the wrong trucking company. Ok, well that's alright, they'll still deliver it right?
Apparently neither us, nor the customer who is receiving this shipment have any professional relationship with ABF Freight. Makes sense to me though after talking with their representitives for 35 minutes. I get a call yesterday from a guy named 'Ray' he tells me that they wont ship this until it's paid for. Asks me to change it from collect to prepaid, so that we will be paying the freight charges. I do what he asks, he says he'll get an invoice written up for us, and it will be somewhere between $180-$200.
Cool. Well not really since I called A&B and they quoted me $77.69 for the shipment....
I get a call today from Karen, telling me she needs a credit card # to pay for this so they will release it and ship it. I give her the number and she tells me she's going to be running it for $406.
Hold your horses there Karen. NFH (Not Fucking Happening) I explained to her that 'Ray' had given me a guestimate between 180-200 and she's all "well I don't know anything about that, and we can't just verbally tell people what we think it will be." (I pictured here to be givin' me sass at this point too, and snapping her fingers in a Z shaped pattern).
So I called 'Ray', well apparently he's just a part-time wanna-be, but hey he gave me a price and I'll be damned if we don't get at least that price. I get a salesmen on the phone from this freight company....
You know in the old days people used to rob freight lines, I guess they learned from those robbers, because damn over $400 to ship less than 400# from oak creek to rochell....
Anyway I get this guy Phil, explain the situation and tell him there's no way we're paying $406 for this, when I've got a quote sitting here for $77.69, meanwhile my boss and the owner of the company is just about ready to junk the whole shipment and tell ABF to do some very unprofessional things with themselves. I bitch at Phil for a little while about this, and he tells me he can give me a 55% discount, which brings it down to around $185, which at least is what 'Ray' told me.
So now I've wasted over an hour and a half on this entire ordeal, and we're still losing over $100 on freight. Oh did I mention the entire order is only $337.08, which means we're making $60 at most off of this. So now we're losing money, and wasting time, the double whammy.
Lesson to be learned: Double check paper work before you let a sweaty truck driver sign it and take your shipment.
Oh and cross ABF off of my freight list. Done, Greg did that while I was on the phone with Phil. He also mentioned to not tell them that we will never be doing business with them, because then they wouldn't give us that discount. Such a smart business man....
Friday, March 19, 2010
St. Patrick's Day
St. Patrick's day... not exactly what I was expecting, but it worked out none the less. I had to work for starters, which is a good thing because I don't think I could afford a day off work and an extra 7 hours of drinking. I worked from 8 'till 3 got myself McDonald's for lunch because I wanted a Shamrock Shake damnit, it was St. Patrick's day! Anyway, I got off work, called my brothers since my friends were all either out of town, working, or under 21. Adam was at home having to take care of his babies, Sean downtown, and my pappy was at home getting ready to take a nap before he went out again for round 2. So I stopped over by my Dad, took a shower, we were going to go grab a drink, but he was pretty much needing that nap. So I headed downtown and met up with Sean. After walking 8 blocks from my car to where Sean said the bar was I managed to sorta get lost. Not so much lost because it was water and jeuno, but lost in the fact that I didn't know exactly where this bar was, and it wasn't where I expected it to be. After about 15 minutes of walking around in circles I finally found it. Went in half expecting Sean to hand me a beer the second I saw him, and ended up being told to go make a new pitcher happen. Fair enough so I did. As soon as I get back to the table Sean wants to leave and go to a different bar, I point at the pitcher and he's like oh yeah, well once this pitcher is gone we're leaving. Drunk ass... So it was Sean, Phil, Pat, and Phil's girlfriend? Nora. Spent some time making fun of Pat and his big ass dick hole, which apparently is huge, and you could double fist without a problem... Anyway we left The Harp, the name of the bar I met Sean at, and headed over to McGuilicuddy's. Tons of people there, the back patio was open, the entire place was packed. Sean bought a pitcher and a round which was pretty sweet. We grabbed a table and chilled for a little while. Sean as usual cracked me up by trying to hit on girls, always a great experience. I love just watching him... "From 1-10 how much do you love your Milwaukee Bucks?", "2", "bye". Usually how it goes. That's his line though, and it's funny to me. Then he started hitting on some big black chicks, and ended up giving away his shot glass around his neck to one of them. He traded it to her for a dance. We decided to head back to my dad's/Sean's because as Sean put it, "I have mudbutt like a motherfucker and that's just not something you do at the bar." so uhh yeah. The walk to my car was pretty much filled with Sean telling us about how much he loves fat black chicks because there's two kinds of people in the world who keep it real. Fat black chicks, and him. Good shit, Sean drove us back to my dad's, took his dump, we did a couple shots of Jameson, and headed to the Back Draught. This is a bar like 2 blocks away from my dad's where he was at and they had food, so that's why we went there. We were planning on taking the bus to bay view area to go to the boush's place, since he was the only one left with us at the time. Pat got picked up by his baby momma, and Phil hada go home for St. Patrick's day dinner w/ the family, Nora went with him. Got some food and some drinks. Talked shit with some of the locals, played a round of shake of the day. 2 shakes for a buck. I won a 6-pack of beer, which i gave to my pop's we plan on splitting it one day in the nearish future. He has 3 more that he's won in his wallet. I bought everyone a round of jager bombs since I was starting to get a little bit tired. The bousch headed home after a short while of arguing plitics and shit w/ my dad. Sean decided it was time for him to go home and sleep so me and my dad played a round of cricket (a dart's game) I won, after it took me forever and a half to hit my last 15. Then my pop's decided to head home as well. I still wanted to drink some, and some people were playing bar dice. So I joined in that, played some bar dice, and hit on the bartender a little bit more. Ended up being the last one at the bar, and headed out of there at 1:30 ish, called it a little bit of an early night and headed back to my dad's. Noticed my phone was dead when I tried to set my alarm for work at 8am the next day. Plugged it in, and it wasn't turning on but I was too drunk to deal with it. So I said fuck it. Went to sleep and was out in about 10 seconds. Woke up in the mornin' thanks to my dad, yellin from his room at 7:30 that it was time for me to bail. Grabbed all my shit, unplugged my phone and headed to work. Phone still wouldn't turn on, I figured I was just drunk and the charger wasn't plugged in or something. Worked until 3:25, and went home. Plugged in my phone, watched an episode of House, and an episode of Scrubs. Phone still not working. I went to sleep, it was early like 5ish. I slept until I dunno, the smoke alarm woke me up, then just shoved my head under my pillows and went back to sleep. Woke up again at 11ish, looked at the clock, said fuck it and went back to sleep. Woke up around 6:50 in the morning. Laid in bed until around 7:30, talked to Seth for a few minutes before heading to work. I was freaking tired, and it was time to catch up on some sleep. Now I'm good and chipper, and ready to work way too many hours today.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Lots of work and play
So a lot of crap going on lately, I've been pretty busy and it's nice and overwhelming a little as well. For starters I got another job last week Tuesday, which is kinda cool. I'm cooking at Slim McGinn's West in Menominee Falls, with my friend Dan. So last week...
Monday: Work, go home, chill out and relax. Sam had crap to do for his Midterms and whatnot, so I just caught up on some sleep.
Tuesday: Work, go to Dad's to shower before work, work at new job (make about a million tacos), grab a drink, head down to Sam's, have another drink, pass out of exhaustion. (worked from 8:05AM to 3:10PM then worked from 4:45PM to 10:45PM, was a good day....
Wednesday: Work, go to Dad's house before Admirals game, pass out for an hour on the recliner. Meet up with Dan Wesley, and Danny C. (new guy I'm also working with now) at Slim's downtown to pickup tickets for the game and have a beer on slim. We got tickets from Slim which is pretty cool. Head on over to Center Court and meet Anselm (pronounced handsome, without the H). Have a few drinks (2 whiskey sours) and get some food. We realized that the drinks were a bit pricey considering there weren't any deals going on at that time, so we headed down the road to Molly Cool's where DW had some free drink tickets. Find out it's happy hour and 2-for-1 rails and taps. Dan's drink tickets weren't valid with 2-for-1 so we each got 2 drinks, well i got a double tall rum and coke which was a bad idea because it tasted like shit with the super crappy rail rum they had. We all did gummy worm shots, which are pretty good tasting and pretty damn strong since they're a bunch of higher end liquors. Decide it's about time to go to the game, so we use Dan's 4 drink tickets each get 1 more drink and slam those then head to the bradly center. But first we must stop at my car. A little bit of shenanigans at the car, and some bottle changing wonders. Somehow a bottle of Powers whiskey managed to get itself into a water bottle that was stashed in my inside coat pocket, and into a powerade bottle that was stashed inside Dan's coat. We go into the game and Danny buys everyone a nice large coke. I get myself a pretzel and we head to our seats. We hardly watched much of the game at all. Danny and I rolled around pretending like we were going to pick up chicks or something, but there kinda weren't any. During the course of the game I had 3-4 shots of Powers (not really sure, because at this point I'm taking pulls out of a water bottle, and out of my mixed drink inside my coke cup... From the game myself and Danny headed over to bootleggers, Dan and Anselm were split up from us, and heading to Molly Cool's which was our destination, but hey we got sidetracked by a pretty bartender. Don't ask me how because I don't know but Dan and Anselm found us in Bootleggers, we all did a jager bomb and then headed to Molly Cool's to meet up with Dan's girlfriend Heather. Heather was chillin' at Molly's with Kacie, and we sat down and discussed on what the plan for the night was. It was still pretty early, like 11ish. Discussion over a beer and we decided to head over to McGillycuddy's for a little while. Danny disappeared to be picked up by his girlfriend, and Anselm had to go somewhere, I'm not quite sure where. So Dan, Heather, Kacie, and I headed onward. Dan and I sang karaoke...some Tenacious D and it was LEGENDARY! uhh well not quite, but I apparently want to be Barny so there you go King. After the bar we all headed to Kacie's since she was the only one capable of operating a motor vehicle, where we pretty much just went right to sleep.
Thursday: I worked, same as any other day, then after work I went to my Nana's to pick up some food she got for me which was pretty awesome, and also had dinner over there with my Nana, grandpa, and uncle. I went home, unloaded all my food and headed out to Elm Grove to do some marketing research. I was going to be doing a 2 hour radio marketing research thing, not sure what that is? I wasn't either and let me tell you I sure did find out. So I had to go and rate songs, from 1-5 and weather or not I'm tired or hearing it on the radio. Well in 2 hours you can't really do many songs right? Wrong. In 2 hours I rated 600 songs. How is that possible? They played 10 second clips of the most popular part, it was music ADD on crack. Some people can't listen to an entire song, and I can kinda deal with that, but this was horrible. Everytime I started to get into one of the songs because I liked it, bam it changed and some crap like Dave Matthews would come on or something. From there I was planning on going over to Sam's, but he was tired from studying so that didn't happen. I did have one stop to make though. I stopped over at Robert Carey Peterson's place or as I call him Satchmo/Mr. Mo his band rocks my socks, and they just got t-shirts, and I wanted one. So I stopped over there and got myself a shirt for ten bucks. I then drove home. Pretty exciting day.
Friday: Oh baby friday TGIF right? Wrong. Friday was one of my other long days where I got to work at 2 jobs, but wait there's more. So I get off of work at Sharp and head home for a little bit, but Brad was out at Sky Knights cleaning up for safety day, so I went out there and helped him out instead of heading home. I was there for a little more than an hour to help him out, then I had to go to work at Slim's. I forgot my hat at my Nana's on Thursday, so I stopped over there for 5 minutes, got my hat and went to work. Ugh Fish Fry... well it wasn't as bad as I anticipated, but it sure wasn't great. Worked with DW for the night, then the plan was to head to Aura, a bar downtown where Anselm was bartending. I was told it was on 8th and Michigan, which sounded perfect since I was staying at Sam's for the night, and that's not far at all. I go to Sam's after work, say whatup to Laurel, take a shower, and take a shot. Then start figuring out where this place is. Oh, it's on State and Aber or some crap, well that plan's out. Sorry guys, not driving 3-4 miles so I can get hammered and try and find my way back home, and I was getting hammered. It was a long day, 8AM-10:45PM more or less. I decided I wasn't going to be driving anywhere for the night at all, so I had myself another shot, ran over to OP to get some coke, returned and Laurel needed to get home. So I mixed myself a good 'n' big one in a powerade bottle, which made Sam a little nervous about me walking around Milwaukee with a mixed drink in my pocket, and I didn't really care. We walked Laurel home, and on the way back Erica Hermann spotted us from her car and yelled somethin at us. She was stopped at a red light, so we went over to her car and got in. She was going to drive us wherever we were headed which was back to Sam's, but we just pulled over to the side of the road at caught up on things. As I steadily got more and more drunk off of my wonderous powerade. Then we went back to Sam's and I'm pretty sure I fell asleep without a problem. After a long day and a fair amount of booze I was in a happy place laying down on the futon for sleep.
Monday: Work, go home, chill out and relax. Sam had crap to do for his Midterms and whatnot, so I just caught up on some sleep.
Tuesday: Work, go to Dad's to shower before work, work at new job (make about a million tacos), grab a drink, head down to Sam's, have another drink, pass out of exhaustion. (worked from 8:05AM to 3:10PM then worked from 4:45PM to 10:45PM, was a good day....
Wednesday: Work, go to Dad's house before Admirals game, pass out for an hour on the recliner. Meet up with Dan Wesley, and Danny C. (new guy I'm also working with now) at Slim's downtown to pickup tickets for the game and have a beer on slim. We got tickets from Slim which is pretty cool. Head on over to Center Court and meet Anselm (pronounced handsome, without the H). Have a few drinks (2 whiskey sours) and get some food. We realized that the drinks were a bit pricey considering there weren't any deals going on at that time, so we headed down the road to Molly Cool's where DW had some free drink tickets. Find out it's happy hour and 2-for-1 rails and taps. Dan's drink tickets weren't valid with 2-for-1 so we each got 2 drinks, well i got a double tall rum and coke which was a bad idea because it tasted like shit with the super crappy rail rum they had. We all did gummy worm shots, which are pretty good tasting and pretty damn strong since they're a bunch of higher end liquors. Decide it's about time to go to the game, so we use Dan's 4 drink tickets each get 1 more drink and slam those then head to the bradly center. But first we must stop at my car. A little bit of shenanigans at the car, and some bottle changing wonders. Somehow a bottle of Powers whiskey managed to get itself into a water bottle that was stashed in my inside coat pocket, and into a powerade bottle that was stashed inside Dan's coat. We go into the game and Danny buys everyone a nice large coke. I get myself a pretzel and we head to our seats. We hardly watched much of the game at all. Danny and I rolled around pretending like we were going to pick up chicks or something, but there kinda weren't any. During the course of the game I had 3-4 shots of Powers (not really sure, because at this point I'm taking pulls out of a water bottle, and out of my mixed drink inside my coke cup... From the game myself and Danny headed over to bootleggers, Dan and Anselm were split up from us, and heading to Molly Cool's which was our destination, but hey we got sidetracked by a pretty bartender. Don't ask me how because I don't know but Dan and Anselm found us in Bootleggers, we all did a jager bomb and then headed to Molly Cool's to meet up with Dan's girlfriend Heather. Heather was chillin' at Molly's with Kacie, and we sat down and discussed on what the plan for the night was. It was still pretty early, like 11ish. Discussion over a beer and we decided to head over to McGillycuddy's for a little while. Danny disappeared to be picked up by his girlfriend, and Anselm had to go somewhere, I'm not quite sure where. So Dan, Heather, Kacie, and I headed onward. Dan and I sang karaoke...some Tenacious D and it was LEGENDARY! uhh well not quite, but I apparently want to be Barny so there you go King. After the bar we all headed to Kacie's since she was the only one capable of operating a motor vehicle, where we pretty much just went right to sleep.
Thursday: I worked, same as any other day, then after work I went to my Nana's to pick up some food she got for me which was pretty awesome, and also had dinner over there with my Nana, grandpa, and uncle. I went home, unloaded all my food and headed out to Elm Grove to do some marketing research. I was going to be doing a 2 hour radio marketing research thing, not sure what that is? I wasn't either and let me tell you I sure did find out. So I had to go and rate songs, from 1-5 and weather or not I'm tired or hearing it on the radio. Well in 2 hours you can't really do many songs right? Wrong. In 2 hours I rated 600 songs. How is that possible? They played 10 second clips of the most popular part, it was music ADD on crack. Some people can't listen to an entire song, and I can kinda deal with that, but this was horrible. Everytime I started to get into one of the songs because I liked it, bam it changed and some crap like Dave Matthews would come on or something. From there I was planning on going over to Sam's, but he was tired from studying so that didn't happen. I did have one stop to make though. I stopped over at Robert Carey Peterson's place or as I call him Satchmo/Mr. Mo his band rocks my socks, and they just got t-shirts, and I wanted one. So I stopped over there and got myself a shirt for ten bucks. I then drove home. Pretty exciting day.
Friday: Oh baby friday TGIF right? Wrong. Friday was one of my other long days where I got to work at 2 jobs, but wait there's more. So I get off of work at Sharp and head home for a little bit, but Brad was out at Sky Knights cleaning up for safety day, so I went out there and helped him out instead of heading home. I was there for a little more than an hour to help him out, then I had to go to work at Slim's. I forgot my hat at my Nana's on Thursday, so I stopped over there for 5 minutes, got my hat and went to work. Ugh Fish Fry... well it wasn't as bad as I anticipated, but it sure wasn't great. Worked with DW for the night, then the plan was to head to Aura, a bar downtown where Anselm was bartending. I was told it was on 8th and Michigan, which sounded perfect since I was staying at Sam's for the night, and that's not far at all. I go to Sam's after work, say whatup to Laurel, take a shower, and take a shot. Then start figuring out where this place is. Oh, it's on State and Aber or some crap, well that plan's out. Sorry guys, not driving 3-4 miles so I can get hammered and try and find my way back home, and I was getting hammered. It was a long day, 8AM-10:45PM more or less. I decided I wasn't going to be driving anywhere for the night at all, so I had myself another shot, ran over to OP to get some coke, returned and Laurel needed to get home. So I mixed myself a good 'n' big one in a powerade bottle, which made Sam a little nervous about me walking around Milwaukee with a mixed drink in my pocket, and I didn't really care. We walked Laurel home, and on the way back Erica Hermann spotted us from her car and yelled somethin at us. She was stopped at a red light, so we went over to her car and got in. She was going to drive us wherever we were headed which was back to Sam's, but we just pulled over to the side of the road at caught up on things. As I steadily got more and more drunk off of my wonderous powerade. Then we went back to Sam's and I'm pretty sure I fell asleep without a problem. After a long day and a fair amount of booze I was in a happy place laying down on the futon for sleep.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
A learning experience
Yeah that last post... kinda old news and not done, but I had written that much and I don't feel like finishing it so you get what it is...
Anyway, I went on a ski tip this past weekend. This may sound somewhat strange, because I've never gone skiing or snowboarding or anything cooler than going down a hill on a sled or rubber tube, or just tumbling my ass down it with the grace of a hippopotamus. So I was on vacation, and I went in with what I believe to be a pretty damn good mindset. I made myself two rules, WHAT?! Rules?! on vacation you say. Yes, just two.
1.) I'm on vacation, no complaints, roll with the flow.
2.) Come home with at least some money.
Well usually I'm pretty shitty at following rules, however these seemed completely logical and, probably pretty good things to do so hell I followed 'em. Then again I kind of like to live life by those two rules. So this whole shibang started out pretty good actually. I was picked up from work by B-Mart (short for Brian Martin), oh and Amanda was there too. So the three of us head over to Mur's to meet with her and Todd. Todd drove the super-van for us, we all pitched in $20 and it got us there and back. Oh baby! After we loaded up the van with our crap we started the road trip to the cottage/shallet thing we were staying in. First though we had to make a small detour. We picked up Sean -Pimp Master- Plastine (as it's saved in my phone) from german town, then headed north... We wanted to get to the shallet in Iron River, Michigan. North seemed like a good idea. We entertained ourselves with various things on the way up, including a few hours of '20 questions' our own modified edition, which included the red cards from apples to apples. Anywhoo, 5 U-turns, one emergency roadside outhouse stop, two meal stops, and god only knows how many hours later we made it... to the ski hill.
"But wait a minute Kent, I thought you wanted to go to your shallet thing...."
Yes, yes we did, we just thought it would be fun to make some more U-turns.
So about another 5 U-turns, another emergency bathroom break (this one at a gas station) and about 45 minutes later, we arrived, at the right place too! Now I was pretty pumped when I got inside this place. There was about 50 bedrooms (7 actually I think), a sauna, a hot tub, 4 showers, spiral stairs, a huge sun room overlooking the frozen lake, it was fucking schweet. However all that aside, I wanted to try out the whole snowboarding thing. It was late and dark and whatnot, but there were a couple of little hills within sight of the place, so I convinced Sean -Pimp Master- Plastine to come out and play in the snow with me (it took a few drinks to convince him, but hey I do what I gotta do). Sean had two snowboards, so I managed to get to use his old one which worked out well enough for me, it was a few inches short of what would've been ideal, but hey I got to use it and didn't have to pay. Start out and Sean's a little pissed because I can ride normal or goofy foot, which was pretty cool to me. Goofy felt better but I gave normal a try too and it wasn't too horrible. The hill wasn't too big, but you could get a little bit of speed, and then you went out onto the lake which was frozen over, and pretty sweet. I was about 50 feet out on the lake when I yelled over to Sean, "It's a good thing this lake is all the way frozen over, because I'm pretty far out." You know where sometimes you need to knock on wood, and there's none available.... This was one of those times. Luckily the lake was all the way frozen over, and I was totally fine, but after I said that I was kinda weary to go out too far onto the lake again. We were out there for an hour or two just goofin' around, did one run through a tree covered hill a little farther away from the house, but the snow was all too fresh, and not really the best grade for us to get down it with a whole lot of fun. So we picked up our boards, and headed back in. This was my first snowboarding experience and it was pretty fun, but I was wishing I could go to the ski hill the next day and try out my skills, the problem was that would involve breaking rule #2, and I just couldn't bring myself to spend all my money on a lift ticket, when I really didn't know how I would do, or if it would be worth it. I told that to Amy when she asked me weather or not I was going to the hill the next day, and her and Shue decided to surprise me by buying me a lift ticket. My friends fucking rock.
I spent the day snowboarding, and falling. Not sure which was more dominant, overall. By the end of it I was fairly proficient and could go down most of the runs without falling, I didn't get to try out the black diamond run I had done twice at the end of the day like I wanted because It was already closed, so I kinda made my own run through the trees, between runs. It worked out well. It was one of those fan-fricken-tastical days that you always hope you have while on vacation. Returned to the shallet tired, and a little sore. Hopped in the hot-tub before dinner, then got to enjoy steak and spaghetti which works great for me. At this point I proceeded with one of my favorite pass times, getting good and liquored up. Had a good night of drunken drunk with my friends then went to bed. Woke up, packed up the van, waved goodbye to the lovely shallet we stayed in, and began the journey home. Most of us were tired, a few of us sore, and we were all pretty happy about the weekend we had. The drive home wasn't quite as exciting as the drive up, however we did make a small detour which included a few U-Turns, and was so that we could look at some windmills to see weather or not they would be tall enough to jump off. It also involved 1 count of Todd trying to drive off while I was still in the bathroom at Arby's. As well as 1 delicious count of taco-bell. Got back to my car, tried to start it, it needed a jump. Amanda was going to follow me home from where we parked (at my work) but once she saw that my car didn't start I was grabbing jumper cables, she decided Todd could jump me and she would just drive off. Which was great because if my car didn't start she would've been the perfect person to drive me home, while I was stuck at work, with a dead cell phone, but hey my logic must be flawed. Luckily it started up without a problem once I hooked the cables up to Todd's van's battery. Hopped in the car, and drove home.
It was quite an adventure, and I followed both my rules. I found out a few things on this trip.
1) I can follow rules, if they're simple and I agree with them.
2) My friends fucking rock.
3) Amanda can't be relied on having good judgement, especially while on the rag.
4) Snowboarding is fun, and I'm a fairly decent natural
5) Sean -Pimp Master- Plastine has less fear than I do and is a beast on the snowboard
I'm sure there's some more that I learned, but that's good enough.
Anyway, I went on a ski tip this past weekend. This may sound somewhat strange, because I've never gone skiing or snowboarding or anything cooler than going down a hill on a sled or rubber tube, or just tumbling my ass down it with the grace of a hippopotamus. So I was on vacation, and I went in with what I believe to be a pretty damn good mindset. I made myself two rules, WHAT?! Rules?! on vacation you say. Yes, just two.
1.) I'm on vacation, no complaints, roll with the flow.
2.) Come home with at least some money.
Well usually I'm pretty shitty at following rules, however these seemed completely logical and, probably pretty good things to do so hell I followed 'em. Then again I kind of like to live life by those two rules. So this whole shibang started out pretty good actually. I was picked up from work by B-Mart (short for Brian Martin), oh and Amanda was there too. So the three of us head over to Mur's to meet with her and Todd. Todd drove the super-van for us, we all pitched in $20 and it got us there and back. Oh baby! After we loaded up the van with our crap we started the road trip to the cottage/shallet thing we were staying in. First though we had to make a small detour. We picked up Sean -Pimp Master- Plastine (as it's saved in my phone) from german town, then headed north... We wanted to get to the shallet in Iron River, Michigan. North seemed like a good idea. We entertained ourselves with various things on the way up, including a few hours of '20 questions' our own modified edition, which included the red cards from apples to apples. Anywhoo, 5 U-turns, one emergency roadside outhouse stop, two meal stops, and god only knows how many hours later we made it... to the ski hill.
"But wait a minute Kent, I thought you wanted to go to your shallet thing...."
Yes, yes we did, we just thought it would be fun to make some more U-turns.
So about another 5 U-turns, another emergency bathroom break (this one at a gas station) and about 45 minutes later, we arrived, at the right place too! Now I was pretty pumped when I got inside this place. There was about 50 bedrooms (7 actually I think), a sauna, a hot tub, 4 showers, spiral stairs, a huge sun room overlooking the frozen lake, it was fucking schweet. However all that aside, I wanted to try out the whole snowboarding thing. It was late and dark and whatnot, but there were a couple of little hills within sight of the place, so I convinced Sean -Pimp Master- Plastine to come out and play in the snow with me (it took a few drinks to convince him, but hey I do what I gotta do). Sean had two snowboards, so I managed to get to use his old one which worked out well enough for me, it was a few inches short of what would've been ideal, but hey I got to use it and didn't have to pay. Start out and Sean's a little pissed because I can ride normal or goofy foot, which was pretty cool to me. Goofy felt better but I gave normal a try too and it wasn't too horrible. The hill wasn't too big, but you could get a little bit of speed, and then you went out onto the lake which was frozen over, and pretty sweet. I was about 50 feet out on the lake when I yelled over to Sean, "It's a good thing this lake is all the way frozen over, because I'm pretty far out." You know where sometimes you need to knock on wood, and there's none available.... This was one of those times. Luckily the lake was all the way frozen over, and I was totally fine, but after I said that I was kinda weary to go out too far onto the lake again. We were out there for an hour or two just goofin' around, did one run through a tree covered hill a little farther away from the house, but the snow was all too fresh, and not really the best grade for us to get down it with a whole lot of fun. So we picked up our boards, and headed back in. This was my first snowboarding experience and it was pretty fun, but I was wishing I could go to the ski hill the next day and try out my skills, the problem was that would involve breaking rule #2, and I just couldn't bring myself to spend all my money on a lift ticket, when I really didn't know how I would do, or if it would be worth it. I told that to Amy when she asked me weather or not I was going to the hill the next day, and her and Shue decided to surprise me by buying me a lift ticket. My friends fucking rock.
I spent the day snowboarding, and falling. Not sure which was more dominant, overall. By the end of it I was fairly proficient and could go down most of the runs without falling, I didn't get to try out the black diamond run I had done twice at the end of the day like I wanted because It was already closed, so I kinda made my own run through the trees, between runs. It worked out well. It was one of those fan-fricken-tastical days that you always hope you have while on vacation. Returned to the shallet tired, and a little sore. Hopped in the hot-tub before dinner, then got to enjoy steak and spaghetti which works great for me. At this point I proceeded with one of my favorite pass times, getting good and liquored up. Had a good night of drunken drunk with my friends then went to bed. Woke up, packed up the van, waved goodbye to the lovely shallet we stayed in, and began the journey home. Most of us were tired, a few of us sore, and we were all pretty happy about the weekend we had. The drive home wasn't quite as exciting as the drive up, however we did make a small detour which included a few U-Turns, and was so that we could look at some windmills to see weather or not they would be tall enough to jump off. It also involved 1 count of Todd trying to drive off while I was still in the bathroom at Arby's. As well as 1 delicious count of taco-bell. Got back to my car, tried to start it, it needed a jump. Amanda was going to follow me home from where we parked (at my work) but once she saw that my car didn't start I was grabbing jumper cables, she decided Todd could jump me and she would just drive off. Which was great because if my car didn't start she would've been the perfect person to drive me home, while I was stuck at work, with a dead cell phone, but hey my logic must be flawed. Luckily it started up without a problem once I hooked the cables up to Todd's van's battery. Hopped in the car, and drove home.
It was quite an adventure, and I followed both my rules. I found out a few things on this trip.
1) I can follow rules, if they're simple and I agree with them.
2) My friends fucking rock.
3) Amanda can't be relied on having good judgement, especially while on the rag.
4) Snowboarding is fun, and I'm a fairly decent natural
5) Sean -Pimp Master- Plastine has less fear than I do and is a beast on the snowboard
I'm sure there's some more that I learned, but that's good enough.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Friday night, oh what a night! So Friday was Seth's birthday. Amanda and I decided to take him out to the safehouse for his birthday. Amanda also invited two of Seth's Carthage friends, which he was unaware of. We were all getting ready to go out to the safehouse, and Amanda and I were somewhat stalling, since we were waiting for Seth's friends to arrive. Seth was outside to warm up the car and ready to leave, trying to rush us along when his friends pulled up. He was good 'n' suprised! Huzzah, it worked!
So we all piled into Seth's car (even though Amanda was the DD for the night) and headed downtown. Let me just say this, Happy Birthday Seth. You owe a case of beer for getting your first ever speeding ticket. On your birthday yay! Yeah, he got pulled over on the way to the bar to celibrate his 24th birthday. His first ever speeding ticket issued, and we continued to the bar. At a bit of a reduced speed. We found some parking downtown, and about a block away from the safehouse which was great. We're heading up and I'm excited because only Amanda and myself have been there before. Seth, Brandon, and Hilary all are newcommers, and if you've ever been to the safehouse you know what that means. Sadly, Amanda told everyone the password, wtf is that shit!?
Anywhoo we just ordered a bunch of appetizers, a few baskets of wings and some motzerella wraps for the five of us. We all ordered drinks and decided to walk around and check out the place. It's a really nice place, all kinds of spy posters and James Bond themed stuff all over the place. Secret passageways and hidden windows and what not. Our food was ready and waiting by the time we got back to the table, so we started to eat and enjoy. Brandon and Hilary also invited another friend of theirs, Meg who had never been to the Safehouse, and was not told the password was just arriving. We could see her in the entrance via the tv's set up at the bar. The table we were at was a bit too small for us already, so we moved to a larger table so there would be room for her, as well as Hoochie who was supposed to be showing up sometime soonish. Meg was trying to hula hoop with her coat on downstairs and eventually they let her in.
So we all ate and had our drinks, Amanda slightly sad because she couldn't drink freely. It was a little bit akward for myself and Amanda, we didn't know Seth's friends at all and it was the four of them pretty much just talking, while me and Amanda talked a bit about this and that and that other thing. I had a cigarette and couldn't decide what I wanted to drink after my first inital whiskey sour's. So when I got back to the table and the waitress asked me if I wanted another drink I said sure. She said same thing? and I responded with naa, suprise me. She asked if I wanted to continue drinking whiskey, and I told her to mix it up. She then made sure that I would drink whatever she brought. I got some tequila drink with peach schnopps and cranberry juice. It was pretty decent. Everyone at the table thought I was nuts for letting the waitress decide my drink. After I finished it, and she came back I asked her for another, something new again. Got some svedka drink with triple-sec i believe.
So we all piled into Seth's car (even though Amanda was the DD for the night) and headed downtown. Let me just say this, Happy Birthday Seth. You owe a case of beer for getting your first ever speeding ticket. On your birthday yay! Yeah, he got pulled over on the way to the bar to celibrate his 24th birthday. His first ever speeding ticket issued, and we continued to the bar. At a bit of a reduced speed. We found some parking downtown, and about a block away from the safehouse which was great. We're heading up and I'm excited because only Amanda and myself have been there before. Seth, Brandon, and Hilary all are newcommers, and if you've ever been to the safehouse you know what that means. Sadly, Amanda told everyone the password, wtf is that shit!?
Anywhoo we just ordered a bunch of appetizers, a few baskets of wings and some motzerella wraps for the five of us. We all ordered drinks and decided to walk around and check out the place. It's a really nice place, all kinds of spy posters and James Bond themed stuff all over the place. Secret passageways and hidden windows and what not. Our food was ready and waiting by the time we got back to the table, so we started to eat and enjoy. Brandon and Hilary also invited another friend of theirs, Meg who had never been to the Safehouse, and was not told the password was just arriving. We could see her in the entrance via the tv's set up at the bar. The table we were at was a bit too small for us already, so we moved to a larger table so there would be room for her, as well as Hoochie who was supposed to be showing up sometime soonish. Meg was trying to hula hoop with her coat on downstairs and eventually they let her in.
So we all ate and had our drinks, Amanda slightly sad because she couldn't drink freely. It was a little bit akward for myself and Amanda, we didn't know Seth's friends at all and it was the four of them pretty much just talking, while me and Amanda talked a bit about this and that and that other thing. I had a cigarette and couldn't decide what I wanted to drink after my first inital whiskey sour's. So when I got back to the table and the waitress asked me if I wanted another drink I said sure. She said same thing? and I responded with naa, suprise me. She asked if I wanted to continue drinking whiskey, and I told her to mix it up. She then made sure that I would drink whatever she brought. I got some tequila drink with peach schnopps and cranberry juice. It was pretty decent. Everyone at the table thought I was nuts for letting the waitress decide my drink. After I finished it, and she came back I asked her for another, something new again. Got some svedka drink with triple-sec i believe.
Friday, February 12, 2010
A pitcher of beer for $4? OK!
Wednesday was pretty calm. I guess Dave hosts 'Microbrew Wednesdays' which is a pretty cool concept. Every Wed he goes out and buys two different microbrews. I was heading home afterwords so I only had one, which wasn't all that good and the general concensus was that the kind I didn't try was better. Bummer I guess. We also watched 'I hope they serve beer in hell' which was the second time I saw it, and still hilarious. Went home after the movie, and went to sleep.
I woke up Thursday morning to a super excited Amanda that I was home. Not quite sure why she was so excited but apparently I'm a sight for sore eyes. I showed up to work to find out a few things. First, it was cold. I guess both of our furnaces went out the day before, when I wasn't in. Second, half of the crap in the office didn't work. The printer, the copier, the fax machine, Stacy's computer, all kinds of stuff wasn't working. We blew a fuse from the space heaters that were littered all over the floor trying to keep some stability and a livable environment in our place of work. Go flip the switch in the fuse box to get the power back, turn on one of those lil space heaters and point it right at me. It was 52 degrees in the office according to that little heating wonder. Now sure 52 sounds great when it's the middle of summer and it's 90 outside and dripping humidity out of everywhere, but when it's 30 outside and 52 inside it's cold. Luckily it wasn't long before the furnace repair man showed up and took care of business.
Rolled on home after work and worked on Dragonheart or DH for short. DH is a MUD I started playing way back in middle school that I heavily developed for the past few years. Recently however I haven't really done anything with it, but yesterday I started really getting back into the swing of things and figured out how to compile the code so yay! OK nerdieness over, for now... But seriously I got to catch up on House MD, and The Big Bang Theory which was good because they were both pretty good episodes. Sam gave me a call and we decided we would go to the bars that night.
Let me just say I spent entirely way too much money last night. I owed Sam from going out on his birthday he loaned me some money since it was the day before I got paid. I stopped at pick'n'save on the way to Sam's and got a bottle of whiskey, a bottle of rum, some sour mix and some squirt. A $55 endeavor before I even got to MU and before even considering going to the bar. Those bottles were not even touched though because there was still a little bit of booze left over from the last time I bought a couple of bottles so that's alright. Had a good strong whiskey sour and a beer at Sam's while fucking around on chat roulette with Joe. Chat roulette is hilarious. You video chat with random people who are also video chatting it's mostly people trying to see boobs, but we find good ways to entertain ourselves. Spent probably 30 minutes asking people if I should grow a mustash purely on the basis of weather or not mustash rides are enjoyable. The general consensus was that I shouldn't though because it wouldn't be worth it. Sam finally got to talk to Shannon, apparently she had gone out and done some work herself on getting good and drunk, so it was something like 5AM her time when they finally got to talk. Once Sam was finished talking to his drunk girlfriend we were ready to rock'n'roll.
We started the night by hitting up Hagardy's, which was kind of lame because it was pretty much dead, and after chat roulette I was in the mood to talk to random people. Got a bucket of 4 domestic beers for $10 (8+2tip) I won rock paper scissors against sam for the 4th beer, since there was three of us and Joe was only 1/2 done with his when me and Sam finished ours. Once we finished our beers we decided to go to Murphy's to see what we could see. At this point I was already fairly buzzed. I didn't really eat much and had 3 beers and a 2 shot drink in a period of an hour and a half or so.
Murphy's had $4 pitchers until midnight, so we got a pitcher and decided to play some pool. I have no idea how much I drank at Murphy's because of a combination of things. Firstly I was just randomly refilling our glasses whenever they started to get a little bit low, so my glass was never below 1/2 which doesn't help for counting how much I drank, also I was starting to get a wee bit drunk. We got three pitchers, the third I managed to get at exactly midnight before they stopped offering, we still had probably 1/2 a pitcher left but hey you can't pass up a deal like that. One of Sam's engineering friends showed up because it was his birthday so once midnight hit they showed up. Sam informed me that he hadn't drank anything before comming to the bar which is no way to spend your 21st birthday, so I decided to buy him a shot. A shot of The Knot for myself and him (another $10), which took entirely way too long to get. Bartenders need to pay more attention to the guys standing at the bar trying to get drinks than the girls who are trying to get guys to buy them drinks damnit. Anywhoo got our shots, did em and I went back to the pool game. Low'n behold Bridget showed up, which is always nice and I did something that I very rarely do. I bought her a drink, well a shot, and I kinda owed her since she's bought me 4 now from the last few times I've seen her at the bar. Normally with BZ it would be a jameson shot, but she had never had The Knot, so went with one of those for each of us (count the $10). Some more pool (5 games I paid for, count $5). At some point after this I lost my ecig. I have no clue where, if I put it down and someone grabbed it or what happened, but before we left the bar I realized I didn't have it, and we all looked and couldn't find it. Hopefully someone picked it up and turned it into the bar, and I'll be able to get it back. If not I'm going to be very sad. I closed out my tab, although this morning I couldn't remember if I did or not, but figured I must have because I have my credit card. $32 for the pitchers and shots, plus whatever I tipped, I have no recolection of this, so I probably tipped 8 bucks to make it an even $40, sounds about right but who knows. I suppose I'll find out soon when it shows up on my online bank statement as "Campus Recreation". We walked Laurel home from the bar, which is like 2 blocks but as I've said before girls shouldn't really walk around town alone at 2AM.
Myself, Sam, and Joe headed back to Sam's to crash. Joe decided to turn on chat roulette once we got into the appartment. I can't say that I'm upset that he did either. The first chat was some cute chika to whom Joe yelled, "Show us your boobs!!" and she complied. She pulled 'em out, rubbed em down, then grabbed her friend who did the same, before the two of em started making out. All the while the three of us were cheering and clapping. A pretty good way to finish off the night I must say. Sam said something about parking tickets and Joe decided he needed to move his car, apparently he has some unpaid tickets that he needs to take care of because if he gets another his car will get toed. At least according to him, which is probably true enough so he said he was going to Louie's for the night, which is a couple blocks away. I have no idea weather or not he should've been driving, but he didn't really drink a whole lot with us, since he said the house beer that we were getting in the pitchers wasn't any good. So he left, and I pretty quickly passed the fuck out. At some point at the bar I set myself a couple alarms on my phone which was good because I woke up this morning.
I didn't need to be at work until 11 because Stacy wanted the afternoon off which worked out well, because if I needed to be in at 8 this morning I probably wouldn't have made it. So I woke up and laid around for 45 minutes, which is how I set my alarms. And bounced on outa there and headed to work. Made it with 8 minutes to spare. Wheee. All in all a good night.
I woke up Thursday morning to a super excited Amanda that I was home. Not quite sure why she was so excited but apparently I'm a sight for sore eyes. I showed up to work to find out a few things. First, it was cold. I guess both of our furnaces went out the day before, when I wasn't in. Second, half of the crap in the office didn't work. The printer, the copier, the fax machine, Stacy's computer, all kinds of stuff wasn't working. We blew a fuse from the space heaters that were littered all over the floor trying to keep some stability and a livable environment in our place of work. Go flip the switch in the fuse box to get the power back, turn on one of those lil space heaters and point it right at me. It was 52 degrees in the office according to that little heating wonder. Now sure 52 sounds great when it's the middle of summer and it's 90 outside and dripping humidity out of everywhere, but when it's 30 outside and 52 inside it's cold. Luckily it wasn't long before the furnace repair man showed up and took care of business.
Rolled on home after work and worked on Dragonheart or DH for short. DH is a MUD I started playing way back in middle school that I heavily developed for the past few years. Recently however I haven't really done anything with it, but yesterday I started really getting back into the swing of things and figured out how to compile the code so yay! OK nerdieness over, for now... But seriously I got to catch up on House MD, and The Big Bang Theory which was good because they were both pretty good episodes. Sam gave me a call and we decided we would go to the bars that night.
Let me just say I spent entirely way too much money last night. I owed Sam from going out on his birthday he loaned me some money since it was the day before I got paid. I stopped at pick'n'save on the way to Sam's and got a bottle of whiskey, a bottle of rum, some sour mix and some squirt. A $55 endeavor before I even got to MU and before even considering going to the bar. Those bottles were not even touched though because there was still a little bit of booze left over from the last time I bought a couple of bottles so that's alright. Had a good strong whiskey sour and a beer at Sam's while fucking around on chat roulette with Joe. Chat roulette is hilarious. You video chat with random people who are also video chatting it's mostly people trying to see boobs, but we find good ways to entertain ourselves. Spent probably 30 minutes asking people if I should grow a mustash purely on the basis of weather or not mustash rides are enjoyable. The general consensus was that I shouldn't though because it wouldn't be worth it. Sam finally got to talk to Shannon, apparently she had gone out and done some work herself on getting good and drunk, so it was something like 5AM her time when they finally got to talk. Once Sam was finished talking to his drunk girlfriend we were ready to rock'n'roll.
We started the night by hitting up Hagardy's, which was kind of lame because it was pretty much dead, and after chat roulette I was in the mood to talk to random people. Got a bucket of 4 domestic beers for $10 (8+2tip) I won rock paper scissors against sam for the 4th beer, since there was three of us and Joe was only 1/2 done with his when me and Sam finished ours. Once we finished our beers we decided to go to Murphy's to see what we could see. At this point I was already fairly buzzed. I didn't really eat much and had 3 beers and a 2 shot drink in a period of an hour and a half or so.
Murphy's had $4 pitchers until midnight, so we got a pitcher and decided to play some pool. I have no idea how much I drank at Murphy's because of a combination of things. Firstly I was just randomly refilling our glasses whenever they started to get a little bit low, so my glass was never below 1/2 which doesn't help for counting how much I drank, also I was starting to get a wee bit drunk. We got three pitchers, the third I managed to get at exactly midnight before they stopped offering, we still had probably 1/2 a pitcher left but hey you can't pass up a deal like that. One of Sam's engineering friends showed up because it was his birthday so once midnight hit they showed up. Sam informed me that he hadn't drank anything before comming to the bar which is no way to spend your 21st birthday, so I decided to buy him a shot. A shot of The Knot for myself and him (another $10), which took entirely way too long to get. Bartenders need to pay more attention to the guys standing at the bar trying to get drinks than the girls who are trying to get guys to buy them drinks damnit. Anywhoo got our shots, did em and I went back to the pool game. Low'n behold Bridget showed up, which is always nice and I did something that I very rarely do. I bought her a drink, well a shot, and I kinda owed her since she's bought me 4 now from the last few times I've seen her at the bar. Normally with BZ it would be a jameson shot, but she had never had The Knot, so went with one of those for each of us (count the $10). Some more pool (5 games I paid for, count $5). At some point after this I lost my ecig. I have no clue where, if I put it down and someone grabbed it or what happened, but before we left the bar I realized I didn't have it, and we all looked and couldn't find it. Hopefully someone picked it up and turned it into the bar, and I'll be able to get it back. If not I'm going to be very sad. I closed out my tab, although this morning I couldn't remember if I did or not, but figured I must have because I have my credit card. $32 for the pitchers and shots, plus whatever I tipped, I have no recolection of this, so I probably tipped 8 bucks to make it an even $40, sounds about right but who knows. I suppose I'll find out soon when it shows up on my online bank statement as "Campus Recreation". We walked Laurel home from the bar, which is like 2 blocks but as I've said before girls shouldn't really walk around town alone at 2AM.
Myself, Sam, and Joe headed back to Sam's to crash. Joe decided to turn on chat roulette once we got into the appartment. I can't say that I'm upset that he did either. The first chat was some cute chika to whom Joe yelled, "Show us your boobs!!" and she complied. She pulled 'em out, rubbed em down, then grabbed her friend who did the same, before the two of em started making out. All the while the three of us were cheering and clapping. A pretty good way to finish off the night I must say. Sam said something about parking tickets and Joe decided he needed to move his car, apparently he has some unpaid tickets that he needs to take care of because if he gets another his car will get toed. At least according to him, which is probably true enough so he said he was going to Louie's for the night, which is a couple blocks away. I have no idea weather or not he should've been driving, but he didn't really drink a whole lot with us, since he said the house beer that we were getting in the pitchers wasn't any good. So he left, and I pretty quickly passed the fuck out. At some point at the bar I set myself a couple alarms on my phone which was good because I woke up this morning.
I didn't need to be at work until 11 because Stacy wanted the afternoon off which worked out well, because if I needed to be in at 8 this morning I probably wouldn't have made it. So I woke up and laid around for 45 minutes, which is how I set my alarms. And bounced on outa there and headed to work. Made it with 8 minutes to spare. Wheee. All in all a good night.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Hooky? I think not.
So it was Sam's birthday. The current count on how many drinks he had when we celebrated the first time was 23-1/2 drinks over a 7 hour period, the first 4 hours were 4 drinks and before he actually turned 21. So I think we did a good job on that. The problem was I had to convince him to come out again on the actual day of his birthday and we didn't get out until nearly 11PM. I changed my work schedule so I wouldn't have to work until 11AM instead of 8 so I could get plenty of sleep and everything. We didn't really get drunk, which is fine. Sam had 21+ drinks during the 24 hour period that was his birthday so we're all set there.
A pretty relaxed day. Went over to Sam's after work all set to get good and drunk again, had work for the next day set and it was time to rock and roll. I was feeling great and wanted to party it up. Get to Sam's he's doing some much needed laundry, including the futon cover. He's being a big bum and still drunk when I showed up. Then he started getting hungover and wouldn't stop complaining about feeling like crap, and how he didn't want to drink. We grabbed some qdoba, and then watched a movie, and relaxed for a while. Sam said he was still feeling shitty after a few hours, and wanted to eat again. We got some jimmy johns and then back to the apartment to await Dave getting off work. Went out to Murphy's for some drinks. Sam and I got some beers, since it was 2 dollar beer night. We then played a game of pool while waiting for Dave. I'm not very good at pool, and Sam has had a table in his house for nearly his entire life so he's halfway decent. I got destroyed. Dave showed up and then we waited for Bridget. It was a bit suspect as to weather or not she would even show up. Apparently Sam and Dave were considering betting on it, but neither of them really thought she would show up. Well she did, and she bought everyone a shot before we left so huzzah! We hung out and played a few games of pool, then decided to leave not too long after midnight when 2 dollar beers ended. Did our shot and went back to Sam's apartment to watch Zombieland, which Bridget hadn't seen yet. Sometimes you just have to introduce people to new good movies. Bridget despite being friends with Sam, Dave, and myself since freshman year had yet to see Sam's new apartment. I blame Kayla....
Watched Zombieland which was hilarious. I had another beer but everyone else apparently was pooped out or something. Dave fell asleep not very long into the movie and there was a debate as to weather or not we should color/put peanut butter on him for passing out with his shoes on. We ended up just leaving him be, but I wont fret. I know there will be plenty more opportunities for that sort of thing. Sam and I decided it was time for sleep after Bridget and Dave left, which was about 5 minutes after the movie ended. It was around 2:30AM so I suppose that makes sense.
I woke up this morning a bit later than intended and rushed out of Sam's place. Went to my car to find out that a winter emergency was declared last night at 8PM and found a parking ticket for $50!? I guess when they declare a winter emergency they don't really fuck around. Cleaned off my car from the snow, threw my crap inside and got in. Turn my key and the engine tried, but didn't quite make it. Gave it another couple goes. It kept getting close but wouldn't quite start. Then my battery decided it couldn't try anymore after a few minutes. Hurray, my car wont start, I'm downtown at MU and don't know anyone else who has a car on campus. Go back to Sam's door, use the intercom to call him, have him come let me in and call work. Explain the situation, which doesn't look good since I'm already running late and I feel like Stacy/Greg are going to think I was playing hooky or something for being hungover, since I requested to change hours today because of Sam's birthday. Hopefully I can work something out and get my car going. I need to go home tonight... it's been since Sunday before the superbowl since I've been home which is no good, and I need some more clothes. The few extra pieces are all a bit dirty at this point.
A pretty relaxed day. Went over to Sam's after work all set to get good and drunk again, had work for the next day set and it was time to rock and roll. I was feeling great and wanted to party it up. Get to Sam's he's doing some much needed laundry, including the futon cover. He's being a big bum and still drunk when I showed up. Then he started getting hungover and wouldn't stop complaining about feeling like crap, and how he didn't want to drink. We grabbed some qdoba, and then watched a movie, and relaxed for a while. Sam said he was still feeling shitty after a few hours, and wanted to eat again. We got some jimmy johns and then back to the apartment to await Dave getting off work. Went out to Murphy's for some drinks. Sam and I got some beers, since it was 2 dollar beer night. We then played a game of pool while waiting for Dave. I'm not very good at pool, and Sam has had a table in his house for nearly his entire life so he's halfway decent. I got destroyed. Dave showed up and then we waited for Bridget. It was a bit suspect as to weather or not she would even show up. Apparently Sam and Dave were considering betting on it, but neither of them really thought she would show up. Well she did, and she bought everyone a shot before we left so huzzah! We hung out and played a few games of pool, then decided to leave not too long after midnight when 2 dollar beers ended. Did our shot and went back to Sam's apartment to watch Zombieland, which Bridget hadn't seen yet. Sometimes you just have to introduce people to new good movies. Bridget despite being friends with Sam, Dave, and myself since freshman year had yet to see Sam's new apartment. I blame Kayla....
Watched Zombieland which was hilarious. I had another beer but everyone else apparently was pooped out or something. Dave fell asleep not very long into the movie and there was a debate as to weather or not we should color/put peanut butter on him for passing out with his shoes on. We ended up just leaving him be, but I wont fret. I know there will be plenty more opportunities for that sort of thing. Sam and I decided it was time for sleep after Bridget and Dave left, which was about 5 minutes after the movie ended. It was around 2:30AM so I suppose that makes sense.
I woke up this morning a bit later than intended and rushed out of Sam's place. Went to my car to find out that a winter emergency was declared last night at 8PM and found a parking ticket for $50!? I guess when they declare a winter emergency they don't really fuck around. Cleaned off my car from the snow, threw my crap inside and got in. Turn my key and the engine tried, but didn't quite make it. Gave it another couple goes. It kept getting close but wouldn't quite start. Then my battery decided it couldn't try anymore after a few minutes. Hurray, my car wont start, I'm downtown at MU and don't know anyone else who has a car on campus. Go back to Sam's door, use the intercom to call him, have him come let me in and call work. Explain the situation, which doesn't look good since I'm already running late and I feel like Stacy/Greg are going to think I was playing hooky or something for being hungover, since I requested to change hours today because of Sam's birthday. Hopefully I can work something out and get my car going. I need to go home tonight... it's been since Sunday before the superbowl since I've been home which is no good, and I need some more clothes. The few extra pieces are all a bit dirty at this point.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Who doesn't love crazy magick!?
So my blog is entitled 'Life and its adventures' and yet thus far my blog has been pretty void of a whole lot of adventures. There's a little thing here or there, but nothing too exciting. Well sorry to disappoint because this post is about another thus small thing that's neither really here nor there. So one of my best friends Sam decided that it was about time for him to finally turn 21 and join the rest of the drinkers of the world, the legal drinkers of the world that is. His birthday is today (Feb 9), so happy birthday Sam, but anywhoo this is about yesterday and only a part of this morning, which is still considered last night by most.
I show up at MU to greet Sam and to begin preparing him for his first US legal bar debut. Sam is over at Dave and Bellus's so I go over there, and we hang out for a couple hours until we go to dinner with Momo, and The Bill. Dinner at the Chancery was quite delicious. I got just a simple 1/3lb cheese burger both cheddar and jack, some waffle fries it was glorious. Sam being Sam ordered mac'n'cheese, but hey with a twist, chicken as well in it. Those Chancery worker types decided they would sing some cracked out version of happy birthday in honor of Sam and his birthday. If that wasn't enough of a birthday treat alone they thought it would be prudent to supply the man with his very own cream puff (pouf? kream?). I don't think he really wanted it all that much, but he made sure to eat it down in a matter of about a minute anyway.
With dinner finished, we headed back to MU to really prepare for the night. Bellus decided that he would be lame and bail on us, go home and fall asleep knowing that he didn't help his friend celebrate in the proper fashion. It's alright though since Bellus is yet to be 21 himself I can't blame him for not wanting to stay out only for us to bail on him when we went to the bar. It was about 8:00PM which meant we had 4 hours or so to prepare. Now we started out pretty strong, playing a good game of three cup, we modified the rules a little to allow for three people, and the game was on. Sam being a smart ass thought he would be safe shooting after me, meaning if I made shots he would drink, and not Dave. This did not turn out well for him, I was on my game and shortly he declared himself the bitch. The problem was the game then turned into a one on one of me vs Dave. Sam had made I think 1 cup all night, he was playing horribly so Dave was quite sober and throwing fairly well still, and I was starting to get a good buzz and poor aim. A few 1/2 cup shots made by Dave put me out to nurse my drink for a few minutes to catch back up, thus declaring myself a bitch once I realized Sam was coming back in. Dave did end up winning the game with a full cup made about 10 seconds after Sam opened a full beer, and with myself a bit behind yet on finishing my own drink.
At this point we were all just full of beer, I didn't much want to move at all, my stomach was stretched and I needed to burp, but couldn't make it happen. A horrible horrible feeling. We decided that we would have a throwback to our childhood movie experience while we drank a few more beers before going out, one of those things like watching Heavyweights. This time however we opted for Hook, if there is anyone who thinks this not a great and glorious idea, then you can just go back into your hole and stay in there. Robin Williams is hilarious, and also a damn good actor, now throw in peter pan; you know, flying pixies, lost boys, pirates and you've got yourself a damn good movie. About 1/2 through Joey Jonas sends me a text and comes on down for a short while. Another of those under 21 types so he could only hang out for an hour or so by the time he got down.
I proposed a birthday shot which Sam was trying to refuse for some reason, I don't really understand him not wanting to do a free shot in his apartment before we hit the bar, but Dave helped me to convince him that it was needed. Shots down, and Dave's stomach was up. So while we waited for Dave to finish puking Sam and I threw some balls for three cup. I made the trustee 1/2 cup and decided that since we were just waiting a minute for Dave, opening a full beer wouldn't really be prudent. At that point I decided that I would just pour Sam 1/2 of a shot, and put in a splash of water, so it was the correct volume. Used the whiskey and Dave walked out of the bathroom ready to go. Sam had yet to do his shot. Again we had to convince Sam that it was his duty to drink whatever we gave him, it is after all his 21st birthday and well damn it that's what we get to do to you. It's a few minutes past 12:00AM at this point, so it is officially Sam's birthday, the argument that did finally get him to drink his whiskey water shot as we were walking out the door.
Joey bids us farewell as we leave Sam's apartment building and start walking towards Caffrey's. We make it to the bar, Dave decides that we should do Irish car bombs. Hurray! Car bombs are probably one of the most disgusting drinks that is very popular and I just don't get it. I love Baily's, but not a big Guinness fan. Yeah, yeah I know, "but Kent you're Irish how can you not like Guinness?" Well the plain and simple fact is, Guinness tastes like charcoal. I like Smithwicks a lot, there's a good Irish ale I do enjoy. So bombs away and we're at the bar. Sam has just had his first legal drink at a bar, courtesy of Dave Da-Noog Neugent. Which he will tell you, courtesy of the US-Army, thank you Obama, leader of our Army for Sam's first drink, I know you approve. The bar was fairly empty, and after all it was a Monday night, but low and behold someone found Laurel and she decided to celebrate Sam's birthday with us. Laurel was good friends with our bartender, which was pretty cool because the bartender was damn sexy and Laurel kept her around for a good long while. We got a game of bar dice going, and a couple of other gents down the bar joined in. Neither Sam, nor myself lost a game of dice all night which was great. Dave however did not have such good fortune. I continued to buy Sam shots of The Knot and make sure that he was well supplied with a drink in hand. We managed to play quite a few rounds of dice. I managed to keep myself satisfied with just one beer at the bar for nearly two hours, then again I probably drank more in shots than in beer, and that's straight volume.
We walked Laurel home from the bar, since a 5'5" 100lb girl who is damn drunk walking 4 blocks home at 2 in the morning isn't good. So we drop her off, and head back toward Sam's. Dave's place is on the way so we bid farewell to him and continued our journey to the apartment. We got back and at this point on a scale from 1 being sober and 10 being passed pissing yourself drunk, Sam is at about a 7. A pretty impressive feat since Sam can hold his liquor, but we did give him a whole hell of a lot to hang on to. Somehow he managed to get his keys into the locks and gain us entry to his place, when I say somehow I mean somehow. Luckily this is a very practiced maneuver because otherwise I don't know that we would've gotten in with the way he was functioning.
I was doing pretty well and on that same scale I was approaching a 5. I decided it would be a good time to play a little bit more three cup, although Sam was thinking about going to sleep, I convinced him otherwise. A little bit of three cup really got us ready for bed, and by us I mean Sam. He could hardly hit the table much less get the ball in a cup. I made us some ramen noodles and we devoured those and went to bed. It was about 3:30AM and life was good. I had a few alarms set to wake me up for work and was glad for the great night, and happy for my friend on his birthday.
This is where things got really strange and took not just a turn for the worse, but dove straight into the lion's den. We slept for some unknown time, well I slept for some unknown time, Sam didn't wake up I don't think. Yet somehow he was standing over me and I can only assume very confused even in his sleep. Confused? How could someone be confused in their sleep you might ask. Well here's how I know. He thought that myself and the futon had somehow been magicked into a toilet. I know he thought that because he was treating us thus, and urinating on me. I woke up to this quite promptly, quite upset, granted I moved out of the way very quickly, and realized that my computer wasn't too far out of the danger zone. Incorrect realization, my computer was in the danger zone. I removed the battery as quickly as I could in the pitch black of Sam's apartment. I curled myself up drunk, cold and tired on the safe end of the futon for a short while until I realized there was no way in hell I would get any more sleep, especially with piss on my side. Thankfully t was about 85 degrees in the apartment when we went to bed so I was sleeping in just my underwear, and the rest of my clothes were safe from being soiled. A very good thing because I got up, took a shower, and just put the rest of my clothes on. Still able to make it in to work, quite presentable. Sam didn't know what had happened when I was getting ready to leave shortly after 7:00AM and was a little confused when I was snippy toward him. I'm not all that upset though because we did get him that drunk, and well shit happens, or in this case piss. Despite that it was still a great night, and I'm looking forward to another while it's still his birthday.
I show up at MU to greet Sam and to begin preparing him for his first US legal bar debut. Sam is over at Dave and Bellus's so I go over there, and we hang out for a couple hours until we go to dinner with Momo, and The Bill. Dinner at the Chancery was quite delicious. I got just a simple 1/3lb cheese burger both cheddar and jack, some waffle fries it was glorious. Sam being Sam ordered mac'n'cheese, but hey with a twist, chicken as well in it. Those Chancery worker types decided they would sing some cracked out version of happy birthday in honor of Sam and his birthday. If that wasn't enough of a birthday treat alone they thought it would be prudent to supply the man with his very own cream puff (pouf? kream?). I don't think he really wanted it all that much, but he made sure to eat it down in a matter of about a minute anyway.
With dinner finished, we headed back to MU to really prepare for the night. Bellus decided that he would be lame and bail on us, go home and fall asleep knowing that he didn't help his friend celebrate in the proper fashion. It's alright though since Bellus is yet to be 21 himself I can't blame him for not wanting to stay out only for us to bail on him when we went to the bar. It was about 8:00PM which meant we had 4 hours or so to prepare. Now we started out pretty strong, playing a good game of three cup, we modified the rules a little to allow for three people, and the game was on. Sam being a smart ass thought he would be safe shooting after me, meaning if I made shots he would drink, and not Dave. This did not turn out well for him, I was on my game and shortly he declared himself the bitch. The problem was the game then turned into a one on one of me vs Dave. Sam had made I think 1 cup all night, he was playing horribly so Dave was quite sober and throwing fairly well still, and I was starting to get a good buzz and poor aim. A few 1/2 cup shots made by Dave put me out to nurse my drink for a few minutes to catch back up, thus declaring myself a bitch once I realized Sam was coming back in. Dave did end up winning the game with a full cup made about 10 seconds after Sam opened a full beer, and with myself a bit behind yet on finishing my own drink.
At this point we were all just full of beer, I didn't much want to move at all, my stomach was stretched and I needed to burp, but couldn't make it happen. A horrible horrible feeling. We decided that we would have a throwback to our childhood movie experience while we drank a few more beers before going out, one of those things like watching Heavyweights. This time however we opted for Hook, if there is anyone who thinks this not a great and glorious idea, then you can just go back into your hole and stay in there. Robin Williams is hilarious, and also a damn good actor, now throw in peter pan; you know, flying pixies, lost boys, pirates and you've got yourself a damn good movie. About 1/2 through Joey Jonas sends me a text and comes on down for a short while. Another of those under 21 types so he could only hang out for an hour or so by the time he got down.
I proposed a birthday shot which Sam was trying to refuse for some reason, I don't really understand him not wanting to do a free shot in his apartment before we hit the bar, but Dave helped me to convince him that it was needed. Shots down, and Dave's stomach was up. So while we waited for Dave to finish puking Sam and I threw some balls for three cup. I made the trustee 1/2 cup and decided that since we were just waiting a minute for Dave, opening a full beer wouldn't really be prudent. At that point I decided that I would just pour Sam 1/2 of a shot, and put in a splash of water, so it was the correct volume. Used the whiskey and Dave walked out of the bathroom ready to go. Sam had yet to do his shot. Again we had to convince Sam that it was his duty to drink whatever we gave him, it is after all his 21st birthday and well damn it that's what we get to do to you. It's a few minutes past 12:00AM at this point, so it is officially Sam's birthday, the argument that did finally get him to drink his whiskey water shot as we were walking out the door.
Joey bids us farewell as we leave Sam's apartment building and start walking towards Caffrey's. We make it to the bar, Dave decides that we should do Irish car bombs. Hurray! Car bombs are probably one of the most disgusting drinks that is very popular and I just don't get it. I love Baily's, but not a big Guinness fan. Yeah, yeah I know, "but Kent you're Irish how can you not like Guinness?" Well the plain and simple fact is, Guinness tastes like charcoal. I like Smithwicks a lot, there's a good Irish ale I do enjoy. So bombs away and we're at the bar. Sam has just had his first legal drink at a bar, courtesy of Dave Da-Noog Neugent. Which he will tell you, courtesy of the US-Army, thank you Obama, leader of our Army for Sam's first drink, I know you approve. The bar was fairly empty, and after all it was a Monday night, but low and behold someone found Laurel and she decided to celebrate Sam's birthday with us. Laurel was good friends with our bartender, which was pretty cool because the bartender was damn sexy and Laurel kept her around for a good long while. We got a game of bar dice going, and a couple of other gents down the bar joined in. Neither Sam, nor myself lost a game of dice all night which was great. Dave however did not have such good fortune. I continued to buy Sam shots of The Knot and make sure that he was well supplied with a drink in hand. We managed to play quite a few rounds of dice. I managed to keep myself satisfied with just one beer at the bar for nearly two hours, then again I probably drank more in shots than in beer, and that's straight volume.
We walked Laurel home from the bar, since a 5'5" 100lb girl who is damn drunk walking 4 blocks home at 2 in the morning isn't good. So we drop her off, and head back toward Sam's. Dave's place is on the way so we bid farewell to him and continued our journey to the apartment. We got back and at this point on a scale from 1 being sober and 10 being passed pissing yourself drunk, Sam is at about a 7. A pretty impressive feat since Sam can hold his liquor, but we did give him a whole hell of a lot to hang on to. Somehow he managed to get his keys into the locks and gain us entry to his place, when I say somehow I mean somehow. Luckily this is a very practiced maneuver because otherwise I don't know that we would've gotten in with the way he was functioning.
I was doing pretty well and on that same scale I was approaching a 5. I decided it would be a good time to play a little bit more three cup, although Sam was thinking about going to sleep, I convinced him otherwise. A little bit of three cup really got us ready for bed, and by us I mean Sam. He could hardly hit the table much less get the ball in a cup. I made us some ramen noodles and we devoured those and went to bed. It was about 3:30AM and life was good. I had a few alarms set to wake me up for work and was glad for the great night, and happy for my friend on his birthday.
This is where things got really strange and took not just a turn for the worse, but dove straight into the lion's den. We slept for some unknown time, well I slept for some unknown time, Sam didn't wake up I don't think. Yet somehow he was standing over me and I can only assume very confused even in his sleep. Confused? How could someone be confused in their sleep you might ask. Well here's how I know. He thought that myself and the futon had somehow been magicked into a toilet. I know he thought that because he was treating us thus, and urinating on me. I woke up to this quite promptly, quite upset, granted I moved out of the way very quickly, and realized that my computer wasn't too far out of the danger zone. Incorrect realization, my computer was in the danger zone. I removed the battery as quickly as I could in the pitch black of Sam's apartment. I curled myself up drunk, cold and tired on the safe end of the futon for a short while until I realized there was no way in hell I would get any more sleep, especially with piss on my side. Thankfully t was about 85 degrees in the apartment when we went to bed so I was sleeping in just my underwear, and the rest of my clothes were safe from being soiled. A very good thing because I got up, took a shower, and just put the rest of my clothes on. Still able to make it in to work, quite presentable. Sam didn't know what had happened when I was getting ready to leave shortly after 7:00AM and was a little confused when I was snippy toward him. I'm not all that upset though because we did get him that drunk, and well shit happens, or in this case piss. Despite that it was still a great night, and I'm looking forward to another while it's still his birthday.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
So, the weekend... Friday I rolled over to the club to meet up with Brad. Teaching other people how to pack tandems isn't too bad, it's the fact that afterwords I have to repack the tandem for free which sucks. That's just the kinda guy I am though. With a bottle of whiskey and some beer hanging around, we finished up the packing and started on our festivities. Myself a little bit more fervently than Brad since he had to drive back to my house from the club for the night. We were waiting for Amanda's pleasure party to finish up before we could go back, so Brad brought his wii, and we played some Guitar Hero, and some MLB '09.
Hit up the home front around 10pm and continued the getting good and drunk. Watched a few movies, Zombieland and I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell. Both of which were pretty damn good.
Woke up a little bit late on Saturday morning, not that I really had to be up, but Brad was supposed to be working at the club at 9. We didn't end up getting to the club until around 9:20 and I fucking forgot my rig at home so I couldn't jump which sucked because it was jumpable both Saturday and Sunday. Grrrrr. Made some money packing some chutes which was good, and managed to get 11 bucks from Sean after he jumped I paid for his jump off of my account, and he gave me the cash which always works nicely. Worked on training Steve, Sean, and Brad on some tandems again which I'm always happy to do, but that was two more tandem pack jobs I did for the price of on the house. I ended up falling asleep on the couch in the Raven's nest after packing one of the tandems and while Steve was practicing with the other one. Lisa woke me up and we hung out for a while watching the end of some movies that were on TV, one of the bring it on movies, and mean girls, both of which have sexy chickas for my viewing pleasure. Finished packing the other tandem, while Derek informed us that he wanted to go to Jersey's to see The Toys, a band that was pretty good and playing at that bar.
We rolled out to the bar with B-Mart as our DD, since he stopped drinking about a year ago. For a little East Troy townie bar it was pretty big, and was packed. Apparently The Toys bring in a big crowd. A slight problem though, I'm fairly certain I was the youngest person in the bar by at least a few years. Now I don't have any qualms hitting on older chicks, but when you go to the bar with 4 guys and a girl, and you're the one out of the age group it doesn't really work out the greatest for picking up chicks. Still it was a fun time, I managed to get pretty well drunk and spent only 15 bucks. Some guy bought me a drink because I gave him my empty glass which he liked and wanted to steal. So I got a free drink from that. Lisa didn't even touch her last drink, so I finished that around the time we were leaving. We managed to convince Lisa to dance on the pole during one of the band's breaks, when the DJ was playing some rap shizzle. We hit up McDonald's on the way home and got some horrid burgers but we were all drunk, so we didn't care too much. I slept horribly that night, on a crappy futon mattress on the floor. I was drunk and didn't even manage to make the whole thing flat, so when I woke up my back was killing me due to the huge bump I left in the mattress just above my hip. I woke up at some unknown time and migrated onto the couch were I went back to sleep for a while. After I finally woke up and got up, there was jumping! I still didn't have my rig, so I couldn't jump. I did manage to get a packjob though which is always nice, to make a couple bucks. Couldn't get cash for it though, so 5 more dollars on my jump account. Eventually went home, showered and it's out and about to MU for the superbowl and who knows what else.
Hit up the home front around 10pm and continued the getting good and drunk. Watched a few movies, Zombieland and I Hope They Serve Beer in Hell. Both of which were pretty damn good.
Woke up a little bit late on Saturday morning, not that I really had to be up, but Brad was supposed to be working at the club at 9. We didn't end up getting to the club until around 9:20 and I fucking forgot my rig at home so I couldn't jump which sucked because it was jumpable both Saturday and Sunday. Grrrrr. Made some money packing some chutes which was good, and managed to get 11 bucks from Sean after he jumped I paid for his jump off of my account, and he gave me the cash which always works nicely. Worked on training Steve, Sean, and Brad on some tandems again which I'm always happy to do, but that was two more tandem pack jobs I did for the price of on the house. I ended up falling asleep on the couch in the Raven's nest after packing one of the tandems and while Steve was practicing with the other one. Lisa woke me up and we hung out for a while watching the end of some movies that were on TV, one of the bring it on movies, and mean girls, both of which have sexy chickas for my viewing pleasure. Finished packing the other tandem, while Derek informed us that he wanted to go to Jersey's to see The Toys, a band that was pretty good and playing at that bar.
We rolled out to the bar with B-Mart as our DD, since he stopped drinking about a year ago. For a little East Troy townie bar it was pretty big, and was packed. Apparently The Toys bring in a big crowd. A slight problem though, I'm fairly certain I was the youngest person in the bar by at least a few years. Now I don't have any qualms hitting on older chicks, but when you go to the bar with 4 guys and a girl, and you're the one out of the age group it doesn't really work out the greatest for picking up chicks. Still it was a fun time, I managed to get pretty well drunk and spent only 15 bucks. Some guy bought me a drink because I gave him my empty glass which he liked and wanted to steal. So I got a free drink from that. Lisa didn't even touch her last drink, so I finished that around the time we were leaving. We managed to convince Lisa to dance on the pole during one of the band's breaks, when the DJ was playing some rap shizzle. We hit up McDonald's on the way home and got some horrid burgers but we were all drunk, so we didn't care too much. I slept horribly that night, on a crappy futon mattress on the floor. I was drunk and didn't even manage to make the whole thing flat, so when I woke up my back was killing me due to the huge bump I left in the mattress just above my hip. I woke up at some unknown time and migrated onto the couch were I went back to sleep for a while. After I finally woke up and got up, there was jumping! I still didn't have my rig, so I couldn't jump. I did manage to get a packjob though which is always nice, to make a couple bucks. Couldn't get cash for it though, so 5 more dollars on my jump account. Eventually went home, showered and it's out and about to MU for the superbowl and who knows what else.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Free Lunch, and Pre-cooked Dinner
Today rolled through relatively smoothly. Got free lunch at work, from making a sale yesterday of some cer-wool cloth, made $5 bucks for the company, profit of really about 2.86 but hey my boss was pretty pumped so he bought pizza. Can't turn down free lunch, especially when I wasn't going to eat anything until I got home anyway. Came home worked on some French with rosetta stone. Not being in school sucks, which is the reason I'm really doing this whole rosetta stone thing, keep my mind occupied and learn something. Who knows maybe it'll come in handy at some point too. Took myself a good nap, and woke up a few hours later when Amanda and Seth were both already home. Amanda was making some food for dinner so again I got to eat. Amazing how this day worked out like that. At some point during dinner I decided Idiocracy was a good movie to watch for tonight, done and done. That movie is hilarious to me.
Speaking of movies, ninjavideo.net decided that the movie of the day is Trainspotting, so I'm gonna have to watch that while I fall asleep. Makes me think of Sam, and the 10,000x he's seen it. Not too much to report, excited for the weekend. Not sure why though since I don't really have much plans. Packing training with Brad tomorrow, then at least some drinks at my place afterwords and the club on Saturday morning. From there it's all up in the air, and I'm pretty much too broke to even drive out to Milwaukee for drinking with Gopher. Perhaps I'll be able to convince people to come hang at my place.
Speaking of movies, ninjavideo.net decided that the movie of the day is Trainspotting, so I'm gonna have to watch that while I fall asleep. Makes me think of Sam, and the 10,000x he's seen it. Not too much to report, excited for the weekend. Not sure why though since I don't really have much plans. Packing training with Brad tomorrow, then at least some drinks at my place afterwords and the club on Saturday morning. From there it's all up in the air, and I'm pretty much too broke to even drive out to Milwaukee for drinking with Gopher. Perhaps I'll be able to convince people to come hang at my place.
No News is Good News... Right?
So I'm more or less broke. Rent was due, and my last check more or less got decimated by that fact. After the exciting weekend I had, I'm now just trying to make it to next Wednesday when I get paid. Life isn't too bad though, I've been catching up on sleep a bit these last few days. I've also started working on learning French through Rosetta Stone, and it seems like it may work fairly well. A few nights in will probably be good for me, and make it possible for me to get good and crazy next week. Big plans for next week, since I've got a few friends turning 21 and that poses promising prospects. Tomorrow I'm planning on hitting up SkyKnights to help Brad learn how to pack tandems, a good distraction for a Friday night when I don't have the money to go out. Not to mention I'm not supposed to be in the main area of the house Friday afternoon/night, because Amanda is having a girls only party.
All in all not a very exciting week thus far, but at least nothing bad has happened. No news is good news right? Things will hopefully pick up next week, and perhaps even this weekend. If there's good weather I'll be able to jump at least since there's money on my jump account. Here's hoping for good weather!
All in all not a very exciting week thus far, but at least nothing bad has happened. No news is good news right? Things will hopefully pick up next week, and perhaps even this weekend. If there's good weather I'll be able to jump at least since there's money on my jump account. Here's hoping for good weather!
Monday, February 1, 2010
Whirlyball and Skydiving
The weekend. Friday night, oh what a night. A reunion even. Went out with Heather, met her and one of her friends J (Jayce) at the bar where J works. Then from there got a couple free drinks and headed up to the east side for a house party type deal. Where I met J's boyfriend and his roommate, two guys who I happened to been pretty cool with the beginning of my freshman year at UW-Milwaukee. A reunion of sorts and a shit show in and of itself. Got plenty hammered and then walked back to Quinn (J's boyfriend) and Max's.
Breakfast the next morning at panera consisted of a smoothy for me, (I'm so damn broke!) and some other crapola for J, Heather, and Max (Quinn was at work by the time we actually got up for breakfast). Hit up the dropzone for a short while, where nothing was going on, overcast prevented jumping and the office work was fairly minimal. Hit up the home front to meet up with Amanda and Seth for whirlyball (and to shower before our departure). I rode with Amanda and am somehow still alive, after passing some guy who decided to drive way too slow on the one lane country roads, and then oncomming traffic nearly killed us when Amanda decided to pass him. Seth drove on his lonesome, since he went out with some friends after whirlyball. We got to the whirlyball bar (it's in Vernon Hills, IL) around 6 or so ready to surprise Raven, and Andy for their birthdays.
For those of you who have never heard of whirlyball (like myself until this outing was planned) it is a good fun game, where you drive around in a bumper car, you have a plastic in-line glove throwing thing, and try to get a whiffle ball into a vertical net. I didn't manage to score any points in the four games I played (it's hard to make a shot in all four games there were probably 4 completed shots), but I did manage to ram Andy good for his birthday and get a couple of good whacks on other people with my in-line glove thing. Yes, yes I'm a ruthless competitive person I know.
After an evening of drinking at whirlyball, sneaking out to the parking lot to drink the whiskey I brought (again I'm poor, and that's just much cheeper), and great conversation with all my skydiving friends. Amanda, Sean, and myself headed back to our place, with a detour to Woodman's for quesadilla makings. Sean and I had a nice frisbee match with some stiff tortilla shells, hid 2 lbs of ground beef in the cheese section when Amanda decided she wanted steak not beef quesadillas. We then finally got home, where Lindsay, Brian, and Adam were waiting for us, since our 20 minute detour to get the food forced them to wait 20 minutes in our driveway. Whoops. Made it up to them with delicious drunken quesadillas. Hung out, eating and talking, and I was working on the 5x5x5 professor's cube which I got down to 3 pieces being flipped when they finally decided to leave. I solved the puzzle and watched some Big Bang theory then fell asleep on the couch, too lazy to go upstairs and actually get some sleep.
I woke up Sunday morning and didn't even realize it was as amazing outside as it was. Plugged in my phone and hopped on my computer for a few minutes. Turned my phone on and got a text message from Brad reading "You're missing out on making money you jackass", code for 'get your ass to the dz and pack some parachutes dickweed', yeah our codes aren't very subtle, except when brad uses baseball signs, then you never know what he means, except when you do. I managed to get a jump in with Shue, and Sean. It went . . . alright, we turned like 3 or 4 points, but I was flying a little haphazardly, then again I've only jumped like 6 times in the last 6 months so I'm going to blame it on that. A slight breeze kept me from getting back to the landing area, which really sucked since it was freezing cold outside, about 20 degrees, 10 or so when we exited the plane, and I had some nice thin summer jumping gloves only. I landed on the other side of the runway, with freezing hands and a parachute that wouldn't stop blowing around. I picked it up as quickly as I could, without being able to feel my fingers and walked back into the clubhouse, which took way too long. After getting off my gear, and running my hands under some warm water for a minute I was ready to rock 'n' roll again. The only problem was I had 6 step-throughs in my rig and spent 20 minutes trying to sort it out, which just resulted in me getting made fun of being a packer who couldn't even sort out his own rig. I got it good and tangled though. Packed up my rig and helped train Steve, Mur's friend from work who wants to start skydiving and is going to pack to pay for it. He made some good improvements and after a few hours I packed up my crap and headed to Lindsay and Jill's for dinner with them and Shue. Fell asleep hanging out there on the couch, then went home. Took a shower, and went to bed.
Sleepless nights are always fun, but I thankfully did get a few hours of sleep in. Ended up watching six or seven episodes of The Big Bang Theory, before finally nodding off to sleep for the night. Woke up once in the middle of the night with some crazy dream where I had more or less a back ally transplant of some of my leg muscles to someone else, which resulted in two huge cuts down my left leg. Spent a couple of minutes after I woke up making sure my leg wasn't actually cut then fell back asleep. Woke up to my alarm after it went off for a while and got ready for work.
All in all another fun weekend, this week will be pretty boring, since I've got no spare money to spend, but it looks like I'll be able to work a full 8 hours today since Stacy's son has an ear infection. So that sucks for him, but it's nice for me because I can use the money next week when I get paid.
Friday, January 29, 2010
2 Guys 3 Cups
The day was normal enough, wake up, get to work at eight AM and then stare at the computer for a few hours until I could leave again. Some delicious BK for lunch that Stacy decided to buy, so my broke ass didn't have to drop 5 bucks just for lunch.
Around two PM walk in the house to be greeted by my cat who decides to come say 'Hi!' then lay on his back and swipe at you as you walk over him. I think my cat has some serious issues, but then again the main one is probably that he is a cat. Spent some time working on the Professor cube and I've improved my time vastly from the first time I solved it. I've only done it twice now, but it only took 30-45 minutes which isn't too bad considering it always feels like it's going to break when you twist it a few times.
A much needed nap takes place for about two hours where I ignore a few phone calls and text messages. I awake to my phone ringing and Sam calling with an invitation to go play beer pong at Center Court, a bar on 4th and highland. I'm out of the house within 3 minutes of waking up, and driving to Sam's. The reason for the hustle and quick departure stems from the fact that Shannon, Sam's girlfriend, has never in her life seen the movie 'Heavyweights'. Looking to remedy that situation Sam obtained the movie, and him and Dave are waiting for me to arrive so they can start it and we can yet again watch a childhood favorite of ours. After I arrive, and we start the movie accompanied by a few beers, Dave leaves to go rock climb while Sam and I finish watching the movie. Afterwords we discuss weather or not we will go to Center Court to enter the Thursday beer pong tournament, 9 dollars for all you can drink beer, and pong. Sam is only 20 however and although we got in the last time without getting carded we don't really want to go, just to have to leave, especially with the outside temperature in the teens or lower. So we decided to play our single cup game that we played back in high school where you both just shoot on a single cup of water, and if you make it the other has to finish their beer. This goes well for a while until we decide to add a few more cups due to the lack of made shots. We created a whole new game which involved 3 'cups' and a few rule tweaks. In the end there was a cup in the back which was 1 beer value, a larger plastic popcorn box in the middle of the other two worth 1/2 a beer, and lastly a red solo cup in front worth one pull off your beer. Three pulls is approximately 1/2 of a beer, and the game was on. This kept us busy for a few hours as we got each other pretty well buzzed and pretended like we were going to go out and be social with other people. Finishing off the night with some programming conversation and then put on another movie to go to sleep. Patch Adams was the movie with one of the greatest actors ever, Robin Williams, and I think I made it about two minutes in, before I was asleep, a good thing too since I've got to be at work in about 7 hours.
Around two PM walk in the house to be greeted by my cat who decides to come say 'Hi!' then lay on his back and swipe at you as you walk over him. I think my cat has some serious issues, but then again the main one is probably that he is a cat. Spent some time working on the Professor cube and I've improved my time vastly from the first time I solved it. I've only done it twice now, but it only took 30-45 minutes which isn't too bad considering it always feels like it's going to break when you twist it a few times.
A much needed nap takes place for about two hours where I ignore a few phone calls and text messages. I awake to my phone ringing and Sam calling with an invitation to go play beer pong at Center Court, a bar on 4th and highland. I'm out of the house within 3 minutes of waking up, and driving to Sam's. The reason for the hustle and quick departure stems from the fact that Shannon, Sam's girlfriend, has never in her life seen the movie 'Heavyweights'. Looking to remedy that situation Sam obtained the movie, and him and Dave are waiting for me to arrive so they can start it and we can yet again watch a childhood favorite of ours. After I arrive, and we start the movie accompanied by a few beers, Dave leaves to go rock climb while Sam and I finish watching the movie. Afterwords we discuss weather or not we will go to Center Court to enter the Thursday beer pong tournament, 9 dollars for all you can drink beer, and pong. Sam is only 20 however and although we got in the last time without getting carded we don't really want to go, just to have to leave, especially with the outside temperature in the teens or lower. So we decided to play our single cup game that we played back in high school where you both just shoot on a single cup of water, and if you make it the other has to finish their beer. This goes well for a while until we decide to add a few more cups due to the lack of made shots. We created a whole new game which involved 3 'cups' and a few rule tweaks. In the end there was a cup in the back which was 1 beer value, a larger plastic popcorn box in the middle of the other two worth 1/2 a beer, and lastly a red solo cup in front worth one pull off your beer. Three pulls is approximately 1/2 of a beer, and the game was on. This kept us busy for a few hours as we got each other pretty well buzzed and pretended like we were going to go out and be social with other people. Finishing off the night with some programming conversation and then put on another movie to go to sleep. Patch Adams was the movie with one of the greatest actors ever, Robin Williams, and I think I made it about two minutes in, before I was asleep, a good thing too since I've got to be at work in about 7 hours.
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