Saturday, June 17, 2006
Best Wedding Reception EVER
I went to a low key wedding today. It was a very casual event. It was also very short.
That was all very standard. The magic began at the reception. For three hours of my life I was in heaven. First of all it was catered by The Hotdog Guy. THE HOTDOG GUY!!! Fan-fucking-tastic. I've never been happier to see a hotdog vendor. It was beautiful. Then, oh then, a folk quartet. Not just any quartet. Apparently the groom's parents are into bad folk music and play the banjo and violin.
So not only am I shoving The Hotdog Guy's sausages down my throat as fast as I can (hell, they're free, I figured I should take advantage of it) I also get to enjoy some banjo and violin music all while enjoy of ridiculously great view of the bay.
It's the simple things in life that make it all worth while.
That was all very standard. The magic began at the reception. For three hours of my life I was in heaven. First of all it was catered by The Hotdog Guy. THE HOTDOG GUY!!! Fan-fucking-tastic. I've never been happier to see a hotdog vendor. It was beautiful. Then, oh then, a folk quartet. Not just any quartet. Apparently the groom's parents are into bad folk music and play the banjo and violin.
So not only am I shoving The Hotdog Guy's sausages down my throat as fast as I can (hell, they're free, I figured I should take advantage of it) I also get to enjoy some banjo and violin music all while enjoy of ridiculously great view of the bay.
It's the simple things in life that make it all worth while.
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Free is free is free
I have registered to play in the PokerStars World Blogger Championship of Online Poker!
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Tuesday, June 06, 2006
A Conundrum
Backstory: I scored darts for a local women's dart league team. Just for the record, I was paid in beer and food. Who could say no? However, that's neither here nor there. The point is I made "friends" with one of the older ladies there. She was . . . well, cute enough. So "MILF" and I messed around a few (read few to mean "several") times.
Forestory: After so long, MILF apparently decided I was the man for her. Now for those of you just tuning in, I might as well be divorced for a whole six seconds. No matter how many times and ways I told her she needed to see other people because I couldn't be there for her either emotional and, nine times out of ten, physically she continued (continues?) to harass me to do stuff with her and tells me how much she thinks I just need to open up to her.
My question: when the direct "hell no and quit trying" approach doesn't work, is the only other option a restraining order?
Forestory: After so long, MILF apparently decided I was the man for her. Now for those of you just tuning in, I might as well be divorced for a whole six seconds. No matter how many times and ways I told her she needed to see other people because I couldn't be there for her either emotional and, nine times out of ten, physically she continued (continues?) to harass me to do stuff with her and tells me how much she thinks I just need to open up to her.
My question: when the direct "hell no and quit trying" approach doesn't work, is the only other option a restraining order?
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Listening Skilllllllzzz
Two in the morning and my phone starts ringing. We all know that very rarely does a good phone call happen at two in the morning.
I don't quite make it to my phone in time to answer and the caller ID was listed as "Private". There's only one person that I know who's phone number shows up like that and I was not likely to be the first person he called in an emergency so I got really worried. At the time I was thinking he's about to get into some sort of street brawl with some drunk natives and he needs back up or he got shanked at one of the local (illegal) card rooms he goes to and couldn't find anybody else to take him to the emergency room.
But no.
It was evidently a wrong number, and that would have been okay had the caller not been an idiot. My voicemail clearly says, "Hello, you have reached Brad's phone . . . " and usually this is enough for most people to realize their mistake.
But no.
The caller leaves a voicemail. Of course, at the time hearing that voicemail notification only reinforced my fear that I had a friend in serious distress. I know now that this was not the case. Despite the fact that my message clearly says my name I was left the following voicemail:
Yelling (for no descernable reason as there was no backgroung noise)- Hey Rick, what are you gay? Why'd you change your message? You not want to talk to me? It's Sam man. Give me a call! SANTANA!!!
Yes Rick. Why indeed would you change your message to say another dude's name? Oh, and just for the record, Rick, SANTANA biotch!
Santana?
I don't quite make it to my phone in time to answer and the caller ID was listed as "Private". There's only one person that I know who's phone number shows up like that and I was not likely to be the first person he called in an emergency so I got really worried. At the time I was thinking he's about to get into some sort of street brawl with some drunk natives and he needs back up or he got shanked at one of the local (illegal) card rooms he goes to and couldn't find anybody else to take him to the emergency room.
But no.
It was evidently a wrong number, and that would have been okay had the caller not been an idiot. My voicemail clearly says, "Hello, you have reached Brad's phone . . . " and usually this is enough for most people to realize their mistake.
But no.
The caller leaves a voicemail. Of course, at the time hearing that voicemail notification only reinforced my fear that I had a friend in serious distress. I know now that this was not the case. Despite the fact that my message clearly says my name I was left the following voicemail:
Yelling (for no descernable reason as there was no backgroung noise)- Hey Rick, what are you gay? Why'd you change your message? You not want to talk to me? It's Sam man. Give me a call! SANTANA!!!
Yes Rick. Why indeed would you change your message to say another dude's name? Oh, and just for the record, Rick, SANTANA biotch!
Santana?
