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| my typing is horrible. tonight was nice. i filled in for the jnas dart team and we managed to pull out a tie. while this seems like a small feat, it was actually a great accomplishment. we were down 6-3 before the magnificence begain. three straight wins and we were golden. much props to aj for bulling out on the final game. it feels good to not lose. is that a defeatist attitude? regardless, the way we tied was as good as a win.
in case you haven't noticed im drunk as a muthafucka. its okay though because im playing muse. muse is my new favorite band. i have spent the last 3 days downloading their shit and i must say it was 3 days well spent. i usually don't pimp bands but honestly they are awesome. most of the people that i know won't fully appreciate the genius, but i am fortuneate enough to know one person that does (blink blink).
tomorow morning will be spent much as this morning was...climbing cowles mountain. i am on to a new attitude of healthy living. it would be good if i quit smoking cigarettes but you know how that can be. oh well, climb the mountain now, and quit smoking later.
damn, so much to say, so little time. it is now just about medianoce so i think i will say buenos tardes. sweet dreams monkeys. | | |
| Sweet Defeat
Current mood: Im a Kharmaist...how bad could it be?
I don't know if it's an actual religion, but i fashion myself a kharmaist. I know that kharma has something to do with Hinduism, but I'm talking about a simpler plan. I don't know the ins and outs of the big H so i won't even try. My plan borrows the simplest ideals of H. Do good, and good will be done to you. take me for instance. last night i rescued a feline from certain blindness...at least in one eye. tonight i lost a dart tournament for my friends. day one...good, cat gets to live with binocular vision. day two...bad, lose tournament for friends. that is how my life works. the good is really good...and the bad is, not really so bad. i may complain, but life is pretty awesome. | | |
| It's been a while since my last post and yesterday at 4:07 a.m. mother earth
let me know of her displeasure by "hammering" SoCal with a warning
quake. Message recieved loud and clear. I can see now that I must
stay current on my bloggings otherwise natural disasters will be
eminent.
To be honest this last weekend was not very blog worthy (as opposed to my other very important ramblings). Lets see...after watching "the eruption" on friday, i spent saturday night at home. thats right, i did not go anywhere saturday night. i think i am getting old, i mean it was only two late nights in a row (thurs and fri) and i was done...weak. i ate a chicken burrito and a fish taco from lorrettos, watched about 5 innings of the padres game before falling asleep, then capped the eve by watching cameron diaz fumble her way through saturday night live. cameron diaz may be one of the dumbest and least talented starlets in the movies today, but i have no problem shelling out $10 to watch her for a couple of hours if you know what i mean, nudge nudge wink wink, say no more.
Sunday i woke up brigt eyed and bushy tailed with no hang over whatsoever...weird. I listened to brunch with bob, ate breakfast burritos, which were outstanding, and then headed to the winery to work on wine with pops. We managed to move 60 gallons of viognier from one oak barrel to 4 stainless kegs. the operation went fairly smooth even though the pump crapped out on us and we had to siphen the entire amount. After working on wine i headed home and then out to Johnny B's to meet aaron for a burger. one burger and few pitchers later, aaron and his buddy decided it was time to head down to the raquetball court and smack some balls around (i realize how gay that sounds but im not willing to backspace through all of it so fuckit, we played raquetball). i am one out of shape muthafucka. after only three games i was gasping for air like tony gwynn after a triple. anyway, raquetball was a good time but not nearly as good a time as boozing with my homies at the bar. so of course next stop was jnas where i hung out with the usual band of drunks and proceeded to get drunk myself until i finally staggered home around midnight.
Monday i watched the pads shut out the cubbies 1-0 with sailor j, then decided to become mr. domestic. i cleaned the chateau, my barbque, did laundry, and the grocery shopping for the week, how efficient.
This is way boring to write so it must be even more boring to read. If you’ve made it this far you should get a hobby, unless of course your hobby is reading blogs, then by all means continue. | | |
| I guess id be remiss if i didn't blog about my opening day adventures. actually it turned out to be a wrather mild affair. before we left lam and i headed to breakfast for some mi sate and vietnamese coffee. the sate was disappointing, as they now add sesame seeds...shitty. the coffee was outstanding but i couldn't finish it due to the two tsnig taos i drank earlier.
once back to the chateau i pulled the trigger, dozed for a few z's and was ready to rock. once downtown we headed to the first place we saw outdoor seating...Hooters. At Hooters we made fun of our dumb waitress. that sounds like a stereotype but this time it was absolutely true. Next was dublin square where i don't remember much of anything happening accept laughing at chris rocks routine about rims...they spinin and they spinin.
after that it is a little fuzzy. i know there was an indian place where we drank german beer, a norwegian place where a fire was lit, and dicks last resort, where we saw some dumbass weatherman. after that we headed to the game which lasted twelve innings and ended on a bases loaded walk. talk about a let down. im glad they won, but comeon, mix in a couple of hits padres.
tonight was split between the chateau and jnas. first i prepared myself a fantastic meal. porterhouse steak, scalloped potatoes, and an artichoke. wow, it was nice. once done with that, the padres losing 2-1, and taking a nap, i headed to the bar. my main reason for heading to the bar was to watch "the eruption". i expected it to rock, but i did not expect it to rock that hard. the eruption is a very accurate band name.
after enjoying the music it was time to enjoy the crowd. the crowd just happened to include kelly and amanda. thankfully amanda filled me in on the "lameness"(air quotes...blink blink blink) of using the word boozing to describe drinking. im glad i have honors-english friends to let me know when im lame.
now ive got to go to bed...i have to work tomorrow jerk.
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Current mood: 9
Here i am drunk again...oh its got to stop. Although i can type remarkably well right now. tonight was spent at jnas watching the ncaa final. i had no money riding, thus it was very boring. My sports energy was drained a few hours earlier watching Trevor Hoffman blow a 2 run lead to the fucking rockies. Trevor is one of the all time great padres so i'll let him slide, but fuck, that was a shitty way to open the season.
So after the pads debachle (sp?) i headed down to the only place where i knew i could find some solitude...jnas. excellent time. there was a random who baught me a drink then there was manny, who won the pool, who bought me several more drinks. good times. i drank about 10 beers and paid for 4...now this is happening...thats how i roll.
as for the rest of the night...i think i will spend it NOT capitalizing words that are supposed to be capitalized. And eating stauffers lasagne.
oh, just to recall...i had a fantastic sunday by the way. i got up around 1030 and cooked myself some breakfast. i was tempted to drink the shitty ass sparkling in my fridge, but i decided that i was still drunk enough from the night before. after my last bite of bacon i headed back to bead where i slept untill about 130. remembering that i was supposed to work on wine, i called pops only to find out he bailed on the project. awesome. now i was free to drink myself drunk. instead of hitting the bottle immediately, i decided to take a drive up the coast. it was beautiful. clear and bright, warm but not hot, the drive was what i needed at the time. i drove to del mar then took the scenic route back. loveley. once back i decided enough was enough. i headed down to por favor where i met up with lam. kelly joined us later and it was on. drink drink drink. got fucked up on the blvd and headed home to catch the encore presentation of the L word (noticed i capitalised that). don't remember much of it, might try to catch it tonight. so after that it was beddy by time.
thats it biatches, another fucking blvd crawl weekend for scot. i better start doing something else before people start thinking im a loser. ehhh fuck it. | | | |
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