Sorry for not writing about Key West, and the debacle that was. I WILL write it down on here tomorrow, Wednesday, for those interested. While you wait, check out the full length independent film that I did two years ago. It's interesting, and if you ask, "What's going on in it?" Your guess is as good as mine.
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-3990108174547613353
Enjoy!
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Monday, May 01, 2006
!!!KEY WEST UPDATE COMING!!!
I'll write a recap of my latest trip to Key West on TUESDAY, MAY 2! Sorry for the delay, it's been a little crazy in my world...
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
Tuesdays With Creegy
I took artistic liscense with the name of the Mitch Albom bestseller from years past. But as I sat here at my desk in the Chicago hotel thinking about my national sales meeting, even though I'm in Purchasing, it's still a sales job. So I woke up at 4:45 in the AM, I didn't know there were two of them a day(haha, stupid joke) and showered because I can't function without a shower or shouldn't be allowed in public without a shower anyway. Drove 18 miles to the airport in 14 minutes, which is a pretty impressive feat, and then immediately started yawning. I think I fell asleep on the plane and by "I think I fell asleep," I mean that I fell asleep on the airplane and when I woke up my mouth was open and I was about to drool all over myself. The cute girl two seats away was rather impressed.
SPEAKING OF THE CUTE GIRL TWO SEATS AWAY, I got cock-blocked by a 12 year old kid. See, I flew SouthWest to Chicago Midway and I don't know if you loyal readers know much about SouthWest, but it's a cattlecall. You just get a letter and that tells you when you're allowed to board, but doesn't tell you where you can sit, you can sit wherever you want. Well me being a big dude, head not added into the fray, I like to go to the back because 98 times out of 100 people like to be up front when they fly so they can get off the plane first and be on their way. With me, it's different. I'm not really in much of a hurry, I'm relatively patient when it comes to that and don't like to be touched/bumped/elbowed...etc. So anyway, I had A boarding pass, which meant I was to be one of the first on the airplane. It's my time to board and I go directly to the back of the plane. There's one dude there, older gentleman, really nice guy sitting across the aisle from me. We start talking that he likes to sit in the back of the plane for the same reason as me, doesn't want to sit next to anyone. This plan is only good if the plane is not full. Well this flight WAS NOT FULL!!! I don't know if anyone can read capitals, but I'll write it again more clearly(and with all of the resources blogspot gives me) WAS NOT FULL!!! So here comes a cute, little blonde girl looking me right in the eyes, didn't even have to ask, I got up, she got in, thanked me, smiled again. (Mind you, it's 6:30am). We're sitting there for awhile waiting for the greatest sound in the world: The airplane doors closing when you have an empty row or an empty seat in between you. That sound never came. Two little freaking squirts come waddling on the plane, ask the friendly(but not cute) flight attendant where they can sit, she shoos them away, but the younger of the obviously two brothers looks at the row ahead of me, where he sees a scary dude with tattoos and a dark haired, relatively attractive(at 6am) female, or his other option is big headed Creegs and lovely cute smiling blonde to sit between. Who do you think he chooses? That's right. I tell you that because as the cute, smiling blonde was sitting next to me, she dropped something onto the floor in which I rescued for her, she said thank you and smiled. She started asking me about my ipod nano and what type of music I had on it, etc. Small talk, and as I proved this past weekend, I don't do well when females throw themselves at me. Granted, cute, smiling blonde was, by no means throwing herself at me, but it would have probably kept me awake, not drooling on myself for the duration of the flight, and it would have been good conversation. It was great though because as the young cock-blocker sat down, me and cute, smiling blonde(did I get the point across yet?) looked at each other and we both had a look like we knew that our conversing was done, complete, kaput! AND, if there could be a worse part, dude fell asleep instantly and was leaning in my direction, almost with his head on my shoulders. I hope I was snoring!
Side note: poor 12 year old cock block, apparently, it seemed like the kid had crabs. Either that or he was just obtaining hair in his crotch-al region, because dude was scratching his stuff every second of the flight. He even tried some ways to hide it, as if we weren't going to see dude DIGGING for gold "down yonder."
Busy next few weeks, but I did manage to free-write this post. I sat down thinking I wouldn't have much to write and here I am writing one of my longest, self-generated posts in a long while. I'm heading to Massachusetts this weekend for my niece's 1st birthday party and coincidentally, some Clemson baseball against Boston College. Then next week my boss is in town, then I move, then going to Key West for Smoke's bachelor party. Definitely looking forward to some "R&R" in May.
(p.s. check out The Fray and Tom Sartori, two new artists that I've started listening to and they are growing on me. It's good mellow, Creegs-style music, both have websites)
SPEAKING OF THE CUTE GIRL TWO SEATS AWAY, I got cock-blocked by a 12 year old kid. See, I flew SouthWest to Chicago Midway and I don't know if you loyal readers know much about SouthWest, but it's a cattlecall. You just get a letter and that tells you when you're allowed to board, but doesn't tell you where you can sit, you can sit wherever you want. Well me being a big dude, head not added into the fray, I like to go to the back because 98 times out of 100 people like to be up front when they fly so they can get off the plane first and be on their way. With me, it's different. I'm not really in much of a hurry, I'm relatively patient when it comes to that and don't like to be touched/bumped/elbowed...etc. So anyway, I had A boarding pass, which meant I was to be one of the first on the airplane. It's my time to board and I go directly to the back of the plane. There's one dude there, older gentleman, really nice guy sitting across the aisle from me. We start talking that he likes to sit in the back of the plane for the same reason as me, doesn't want to sit next to anyone. This plan is only good if the plane is not full. Well this flight WAS NOT FULL!!! I don't know if anyone can read capitals, but I'll write it again more clearly(and with all of the resources blogspot gives me) WAS NOT FULL!!! So here comes a cute, little blonde girl looking me right in the eyes, didn't even have to ask, I got up, she got in, thanked me, smiled again. (Mind you, it's 6:30am). We're sitting there for awhile waiting for the greatest sound in the world: The airplane doors closing when you have an empty row or an empty seat in between you. That sound never came. Two little freaking squirts come waddling on the plane, ask the friendly(but not cute) flight attendant where they can sit, she shoos them away, but the younger of the obviously two brothers looks at the row ahead of me, where he sees a scary dude with tattoos and a dark haired, relatively attractive(at 6am) female, or his other option is big headed Creegs and lovely cute smiling blonde to sit between. Who do you think he chooses? That's right. I tell you that because as the cute, smiling blonde was sitting next to me, she dropped something onto the floor in which I rescued for her, she said thank you and smiled. She started asking me about my ipod nano and what type of music I had on it, etc. Small talk, and as I proved this past weekend, I don't do well when females throw themselves at me. Granted, cute, smiling blonde was, by no means throwing herself at me, but it would have probably kept me awake, not drooling on myself for the duration of the flight, and it would have been good conversation. It was great though because as the young cock-blocker sat down, me and cute, smiling blonde(did I get the point across yet?) looked at each other and we both had a look like we knew that our conversing was done, complete, kaput! AND, if there could be a worse part, dude fell asleep instantly and was leaning in my direction, almost with his head on my shoulders. I hope I was snoring!
Side note: poor 12 year old cock block, apparently, it seemed like the kid had crabs. Either that or he was just obtaining hair in his crotch-al region, because dude was scratching his stuff every second of the flight. He even tried some ways to hide it, as if we weren't going to see dude DIGGING for gold "down yonder."
Busy next few weeks, but I did manage to free-write this post. I sat down thinking I wouldn't have much to write and here I am writing one of my longest, self-generated posts in a long while. I'm heading to Massachusetts this weekend for my niece's 1st birthday party and coincidentally, some Clemson baseball against Boston College. Then next week my boss is in town, then I move, then going to Key West for Smoke's bachelor party. Definitely looking forward to some "R&R" in May.
(p.s. check out The Fray and Tom Sartori, two new artists that I've started listening to and they are growing on me. It's good mellow, Creegs-style music, both have websites)
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Tampa IS Fun
So this weekend, my boy (and girl) Hunter and FineCheese came to Tampa for some shenanigans, and shenanigans was had by all. It started out a little slow with Friday afternoon meeting up for some lunch out on Clearwater Beach. We ate, stood on the beach in the water for some time and before we knew it, it was 7:30 and we were still on the beach. Being that the visitors were a bit tired from their early morning trek and long day, they decided to go back to Hunt's brother's house to retire for the night. I went to my boys place and drank some beers until 3:30am, which was not smart at all.
I don't know if I mentioned the story of getting my ATM card taken by Regions Bank ATM machine. It wasn't pretty, but with all of my travel coming up this week, with going to Chicago from Tuesday through Friday and then flying to Boston for some Clemson baseball and my niece's first birthday, I needed my ATM card. Long story short, I got my ATM card from the nice UPS driver on Saturday afternoon at 4pm. So now it was time for debauchery. I began my trip over to Hunters brothers house and stopped at the liquor store and bought a nice sized bottle of vodka, two 12 packs of lemonade and a 12-pack of beer. Well, probably 7-8 vodka lemonades later, we're heading to Channelside, a little upscale bar area in downtown Tampa. From that moment on it was a lot of beer drinking, a lot of laughs and even some Creegs dance party USA-time. It was a good time. I think the quote that Hunter said to me was, "We may have to start alternating weekends between you coming to Savannah and us coming down here." That's fine with me. It was a blast. Great to see the happy couple, and always good to not talk to females at a Tampa bar. Sorry Cheese, I blew that.
This week will be extremely hectic with all of the travel and if I'm not completely tired on Tuesday, I will post something then, but it's up in the air. So don't kill me if I don't post.
Hope everyone has a great week. Talk to you all soon.
I don't know if I mentioned the story of getting my ATM card taken by Regions Bank ATM machine. It wasn't pretty, but with all of my travel coming up this week, with going to Chicago from Tuesday through Friday and then flying to Boston for some Clemson baseball and my niece's first birthday, I needed my ATM card. Long story short, I got my ATM card from the nice UPS driver on Saturday afternoon at 4pm. So now it was time for debauchery. I began my trip over to Hunters brothers house and stopped at the liquor store and bought a nice sized bottle of vodka, two 12 packs of lemonade and a 12-pack of beer. Well, probably 7-8 vodka lemonades later, we're heading to Channelside, a little upscale bar area in downtown Tampa. From that moment on it was a lot of beer drinking, a lot of laughs and even some Creegs dance party USA-time. It was a good time. I think the quote that Hunter said to me was, "We may have to start alternating weekends between you coming to Savannah and us coming down here." That's fine with me. It was a blast. Great to see the happy couple, and always good to not talk to females at a Tampa bar. Sorry Cheese, I blew that.
This week will be extremely hectic with all of the travel and if I'm not completely tired on Tuesday, I will post something then, but it's up in the air. So don't kill me if I don't post.
Hope everyone has a great week. Talk to you all soon.
Friday, April 14, 2006
Slow Week
I stole this message from a buddy's website. There is not me writing this, but it is interesting and I think I fall into the "nice-guy" category, so I thought I'd share it with you. Funny stuff coming back at you on Sunday. Hunt and Cheese are on their way down. Should be good times...
Ladies,
Give the nice guys a chance..you say that is what you want..so stop giving the assholes all the attention. Its hard to be a nice guy, and often times, it comes back to haunt us. You girls just don't realize how much happier you would be with a nice guy, and when you do..ITS TOO LATE!!!! There are a few of you that know what I am talking about. A nice guy gives a girl 1 chance...either she takes it or leaves it. If she take it, she will be happy for a long time. BUT, if she leaves it..she WILL regret it more often than not. Enjoy what you are about to read..
Don't assume that guys won't care where you are, because we do.
If we say "Call me when you get home," know we say that because we CARE about your safety and we would die if something happened to you.
IT MAKES US FEEL SO SECURE TO KNOW THAT OUR GIRLFRIEND ISNT OFF FLIRTING WITH GUYS WE'VE NEVER HEARD OF!!
We don't care if you talk to other guys. We don't care if you're friends with other guys. But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.
Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/ cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong, or we are only trying to get in your pants, or any of that other bullshit.We'll stop trying to convince you. The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. Yeah, you can quote me.
Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Just smile and say "thank you." That is all we ask for in return.LET US PAY FOR YOU! DON'T "FEEL BAD" We enjoy doing it. It's expected. IT'S HOW WE WERE RAISED. It's called MANNERS and being a GENTLEMAN!!Smile and say - everybody together now - "thank you."
Kiss us when no one's watching. Even if it is just on the cheek, the hand, wherever..it will mean the world to us.If you kiss us when you know nobody's looking we'll be more impressed.
You don't have to get dressed up for us. If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have, put on every kind of makeup you own. We like you for WHO you are and not WHAT you are. honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's. not all dolled up. We LIKE the natural look. Whether you think so or not, you ARE Beautiful to us.
Don't flirt with guys when were not with you. We have eyes everywhere. And when we find out, we're pissed. Not necessarily with the guys you flirted with, more-so with YOU.
Don't take everything we say seriously. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it. Don't get angry easily.
(I agree with most all of it. This took some thinking on his part, and I respect that aspect of it. Let me know what you think.)
Ladies,
Give the nice guys a chance..you say that is what you want..so stop giving the assholes all the attention. Its hard to be a nice guy, and often times, it comes back to haunt us. You girls just don't realize how much happier you would be with a nice guy, and when you do..ITS TOO LATE!!!! There are a few of you that know what I am talking about. A nice guy gives a girl 1 chance...either she takes it or leaves it. If she take it, she will be happy for a long time. BUT, if she leaves it..she WILL regret it more often than not. Enjoy what you are about to read..
Don't assume that guys won't care where you are, because we do.
If we say "Call me when you get home," know we say that because we CARE about your safety and we would die if something happened to you.
IT MAKES US FEEL SO SECURE TO KNOW THAT OUR GIRLFRIEND ISNT OFF FLIRTING WITH GUYS WE'VE NEVER HEARD OF!!
We don't care if you talk to other guys. We don't care if you're friends with other guys. But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off. It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.
Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/ cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it. Don't tell us we're wrong, or we are only trying to get in your pants, or any of that other bullshit.We'll stop trying to convince you. The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence. Yeah, you can quote me.
Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Just smile and say "thank you." That is all we ask for in return.LET US PAY FOR YOU! DON'T "FEEL BAD" We enjoy doing it. It's expected. IT'S HOW WE WERE RAISED. It's called MANNERS and being a GENTLEMAN!!Smile and say - everybody together now - "thank you."
Kiss us when no one's watching. Even if it is just on the cheek, the hand, wherever..it will mean the world to us.If you kiss us when you know nobody's looking we'll be more impressed.
You don't have to get dressed up for us. If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have, put on every kind of makeup you own. We like you for WHO you are and not WHAT you are. honestly, i think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's. not all dolled up. We LIKE the natural look. Whether you think so or not, you ARE Beautiful to us.
Don't flirt with guys when were not with you. We have eyes everywhere. And when we find out, we're pissed. Not necessarily with the guys you flirted with, more-so with YOU.
Don't take everything we say seriously. Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it. Don't get angry easily.
(I agree with most all of it. This took some thinking on his part, and I respect that aspect of it. Let me know what you think.)
Monday, April 10, 2006
Ow, My Neck Hurts...
So this past weekend was supposed to be a chill-out weekend with not a lot going on. I was supposed to go watch the masters with some fellow Clemson people, drink some beers and then sleep a lot to catch up because Mr. T kept me up way too late. But sometimes the best laid plans of mice and men...
Friday night was just a chill-out night, one that I needed to have. It started out when Patty Mc called me and said that he probably wasn't doing anything but watching tv. Then he called back and said that he had an idea, for me to bring xbox over to his house, he'd buy beers and it'd be a major guy/geek night. Then I had forgot to do something for work, so I was catching up on that, forgot the xbox and went over to his house. Beers were had and it was 1:30 before I knew it. Not drunk at all, I went home. Slept a good bit on Saturday morning, but had to be up for the 1o'clock party. I go over to Clemson people's house and that's where my Saturday night started going downhill. Beers started to flow like water and I threw out the blanket statement that if they had some lemonade, I'd break into the vodka. See, that's my new drink, vodka/lemonade. It's brilliant. Needless to say, one bottle of vodka later we had to go out to the liquor store to get more. Then it turned into, vodka/lemonade with red bull, or vodka, lemonade, LiveWire(Mountain Dew Orange) and redbull, and a few games of beirut later, I'm drunk dialing people I haven't talked to in months and even calling people that I know, don't like me. But I digress.
So I get a ride to the bars where my buddies are having "guys night." The beer starts flowing again, and it's on like Donkey Kong. We're drinking, shots are being done, and my credit card is being thrown around more than Jenna Jameson. Then we, not me, decide to go enjoy some adult entertainment, but because me and Can'tMiss are talking to some fine ladies we decide to stay in the cab and go to the bar that the girls were going. Being that they were all over us to go to the bar, we went and left the boys to look at naked girls while we were going to look at fully clothed ones. That's really where the night went because I don't know which bar we were at, don't know if I'd be able to pick it out of a lineup. It was bad. I'll leave the loyal readers hanging on this one. Leave the night off with sort of a cliff-hanger of sorts as to what happened with the lovely rich Greek girl that I spent most of the night trying to figure out what trying to pronounce her name correctly. It was a fun night. That's how I roll.
Finally, I got onto a softball team. I looked like a fat ARod yesterday. It was a tryout of sorts because all of the guys on the squad work for the sponsor they had to take a vote to let me on the team or not. Well it just so happens that in batting practice, I hit three BOMBS over the pseudo green monster, and made some sparkling defensive plays in the field which lead to an overwhelming 'yes' when asked if they'd have me on their team. I'm in pain a bit today because other than some tennis with Mr. T last week, I've done nothing that physically gruelling in awhile.
Have a great week. I'll write more soon.
Friday night was just a chill-out night, one that I needed to have. It started out when Patty Mc called me and said that he probably wasn't doing anything but watching tv. Then he called back and said that he had an idea, for me to bring xbox over to his house, he'd buy beers and it'd be a major guy/geek night. Then I had forgot to do something for work, so I was catching up on that, forgot the xbox and went over to his house. Beers were had and it was 1:30 before I knew it. Not drunk at all, I went home. Slept a good bit on Saturday morning, but had to be up for the 1o'clock party. I go over to Clemson people's house and that's where my Saturday night started going downhill. Beers started to flow like water and I threw out the blanket statement that if they had some lemonade, I'd break into the vodka. See, that's my new drink, vodka/lemonade. It's brilliant. Needless to say, one bottle of vodka later we had to go out to the liquor store to get more. Then it turned into, vodka/lemonade with red bull, or vodka, lemonade, LiveWire(Mountain Dew Orange) and redbull, and a few games of beirut later, I'm drunk dialing people I haven't talked to in months and even calling people that I know, don't like me. But I digress.
So I get a ride to the bars where my buddies are having "guys night." The beer starts flowing again, and it's on like Donkey Kong. We're drinking, shots are being done, and my credit card is being thrown around more than Jenna Jameson. Then we, not me, decide to go enjoy some adult entertainment, but because me and Can'tMiss are talking to some fine ladies we decide to stay in the cab and go to the bar that the girls were going. Being that they were all over us to go to the bar, we went and left the boys to look at naked girls while we were going to look at fully clothed ones. That's really where the night went because I don't know which bar we were at, don't know if I'd be able to pick it out of a lineup. It was bad. I'll leave the loyal readers hanging on this one. Leave the night off with sort of a cliff-hanger of sorts as to what happened with the lovely rich Greek girl that I spent most of the night trying to figure out what trying to pronounce her name correctly. It was a fun night. That's how I roll.
Finally, I got onto a softball team. I looked like a fat ARod yesterday. It was a tryout of sorts because all of the guys on the squad work for the sponsor they had to take a vote to let me on the team or not. Well it just so happens that in batting practice, I hit three BOMBS over the pseudo green monster, and made some sparkling defensive plays in the field which lead to an overwhelming 'yes' when asked if they'd have me on their team. I'm in pain a bit today because other than some tennis with Mr. T last week, I've done nothing that physically gruelling in awhile.
Have a great week. I'll write more soon.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Does Anyone Still Read This Thing?
So I missed Tuesday's post probably because I've had little sleep in the past week. Mr. T graced me with his presense this week. I said before and even he said yesterday on our way out for lunch, "We haven't really had any blog-worthy things happen to us." That is only somewhat true. The blog-worthy story is that Mr. T was in the house hanging out, laughing, telling stories and throwing the inevitable "You HATE me!" line out like it was candy. (wrong comparison, but whatever, no one's reading) Dude is great. There's a nasty rumor that could have him here in Tampa Bay area for work, saving up the money to head to the city of his choice to pursue the acting career that I yearn to do as well. I don't want to get hopes up or anything like that, so I'll downplay it at the outset. It's been almost 24 hours and I still don't have a resume in my hands to pass to the proper people, so...
BIG NEWS!!! No, I'm not engaged, but I do love myself, so I may ask myself to marry me this weekend, depending on how drunk I get. Hunter and FineCheese will be in the Tampa Bay area, I know, I know, ZDog and Yarbs are thinking to themselves, "we can do that? we can actually go visit Creegs in Florida? I thought the interstate only went from Tampa to Savannah." haha. Very exciting to have people come visit. Mr. T has been to Tampa now, I believe four times, ZD has been to Tampa no times, well once, but we were on Spring Break and the woman at the porn shop knew his mother in Ohio, small world. Yarbs crashed his miata on Hillsborough Ave. If you spend enough time with him and bring up Tampa, he'll tell you that story. Anyway, my peeps are coming my way and it's exciting. BUT, I was thinking about this the other night. I don't really know how to have a Savannah-esque type of night here in Tampa. Most of my stories come from hanging at a local bar with some crazies, very different from a night in Savannah. We'll see what happens. Wine-O, Hunter's brother(because he's in the beverage sales biz) moved down here, so maybe he has some good plans. It's just exciting that they're coming down. Can't wait for that.
This weekend is tough. This week has been tough. Late nights, early mornings, work, school, etc. So I thought that tonight would be a night that I would work all day, come home eat some dinner, lay in the bed and be done, until my phone rang at 11am and my Clemson peeps have plush seats for tonights Lightning game. I can't turn that up, plus I've turned them down so often that I can't do it again. AND, I'm going to be hanging out with them on Saturday "because they called 'dibs' on me." That's sad really. People calling dibs to hang out with me, like I'm some sort of shit-show. Well, I am, but really...
Looking forward to this weekend, including tonight. Mr. T, be safe on the rest of your journey. Enjoy your time with LovelyLady(ma'am, yes ma'am, sir, ma'am, sir, yes sir, ma'am) and the masters. Do something crazy for the cameras. Thanks for coming down. Now you know to be here on the weekends though because this guy can't hang during the week. If you move here, Super Grouper EVERY DAY, and an occasional cheese steak.
Just had a band recommended to me, and I would recommend them to you, loyal readers. The Fray. There's a little Coldplay, U2, Ben Folds, Dave mixed into one. It's really pretty derrrrrrn good. Holla!
BIG NEWS!!! No, I'm not engaged, but I do love myself, so I may ask myself to marry me this weekend, depending on how drunk I get. Hunter and FineCheese will be in the Tampa Bay area, I know, I know, ZDog and Yarbs are thinking to themselves, "we can do that? we can actually go visit Creegs in Florida? I thought the interstate only went from Tampa to Savannah." haha. Very exciting to have people come visit. Mr. T has been to Tampa now, I believe four times, ZD has been to Tampa no times, well once, but we were on Spring Break and the woman at the porn shop knew his mother in Ohio, small world. Yarbs crashed his miata on Hillsborough Ave. If you spend enough time with him and bring up Tampa, he'll tell you that story. Anyway, my peeps are coming my way and it's exciting. BUT, I was thinking about this the other night. I don't really know how to have a Savannah-esque type of night here in Tampa. Most of my stories come from hanging at a local bar with some crazies, very different from a night in Savannah. We'll see what happens. Wine-O, Hunter's brother(because he's in the beverage sales biz) moved down here, so maybe he has some good plans. It's just exciting that they're coming down. Can't wait for that.
This weekend is tough. This week has been tough. Late nights, early mornings, work, school, etc. So I thought that tonight would be a night that I would work all day, come home eat some dinner, lay in the bed and be done, until my phone rang at 11am and my Clemson peeps have plush seats for tonights Lightning game. I can't turn that up, plus I've turned them down so often that I can't do it again. AND, I'm going to be hanging out with them on Saturday "because they called 'dibs' on me." That's sad really. People calling dibs to hang out with me, like I'm some sort of shit-show. Well, I am, but really...
Looking forward to this weekend, including tonight. Mr. T, be safe on the rest of your journey. Enjoy your time with LovelyLady(ma'am, yes ma'am, sir, ma'am, sir, yes sir, ma'am) and the masters. Do something crazy for the cameras. Thanks for coming down. Now you know to be here on the weekends though because this guy can't hang during the week. If you move here, Super Grouper EVERY DAY, and an occasional cheese steak.
Just had a band recommended to me, and I would recommend them to you, loyal readers. The Fray. There's a little Coldplay, U2, Ben Folds, Dave mixed into one. It's really pretty derrrrrrn good. Holla!
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Miami, The Rock and Mr. T!
So my "plans" went from tentative to really weird and fun in the matter of moments. I left Tampa Friday morning to work in Ft. Myers for the day, more than halfway to Miami, with the full intention of heading to Miami, watching the Clemson/Miami baseball game and then most likely heading back home to Tampa. Yeah, that didn't happen. So I went to Miami, got there right before the game, grabbed a bite to eat and went in to catch the tail-end of batting practice and then the game. That's about all that went according to plan. I saw a friends dad down there at the game, and he asked me what I was doing after the game, I told him I was heading back to Tampa to get back home to take care of some business, but instead, I was overcome by peer pressure as he went on to tell me that I wasn't leaving and that I was instead going to crash with them in their hotel. So the next thing I know I'm looking at the time on my cell phone and it's 5, but in the AM variety. So the next day, I got up at 11 and thought that I should just go back to Tampa and miss game two of the series. Yeah, that didn't happen. I was once again talked into staying for lunch, which lead to staying the night once again. So we went to Hooters at 1pm for some greasy wings and a lot of beers. Then back to the hotel to get cleaned up, then to TGI Fridays for some more beers, then off to the game. A bit "under the weather," if you know what I mean.
Here's a side story about how I get a little mouthy where there are a few beers involved. I got to the stadium and the game had just started, my phone rang, so I sat down in the "reserved" seats that were EMPTY, and by EMPTY, I mean that there was not a single person sitting in these seats. NO ONE!!! So I'm talking to my cousin on the phone when I feel this overwhelming presense over my shoulder. I don't think anything of it, hang up the phone and I hear in a hi-pitched really annoying voice, "Can I see your ticket?" To which I go on to tell him that my ticket is for the general admission and I stand anyway during the games, so I'd be on my way, but before I left I asked what the big deal was. He said that the seats were "mainly corporate." I went on to ask if by me sitting there I was doing something terribly wrong by sitting there for three minutes. He wouldn't answer me straight, throwing some bullshit about it "being {his} job." To which I said, wouldn't it look better for the school if people were sitting in those seats instead of having it completely empty? Once the game started about four people ended up sitting in that entire section. I never challenge authority, but on this night, after plenty of beers I had the balls to do so.
So Saturday night was much the same as Friday night, went back to Fridays for some Vodka/lemonade drinks and a bowl of soup, which was absolutely brilliant by the way. If you're ever at Fridays, order the broccolli cheddar soup, it's amazing. Then it was off to Coconut Grove, a little downtown style area with lots of shoppes and bars, etc. A scaled down, not some plush South Beach, from what I understand. A lot of women with fake boobs hanging out of little shirts hanging out with guys that didn't deserve them. It was cool though. Then went back to the hotel for some much needed floor-sleep. Forgot to set my clock ahead today, and had to be in Orlando to pick up Mr. T at the airport at 2. I got there, no worries. My boy is in the house, ready to watch some dogs race around in a circle and bet on them, and drink some beers with some "local game," and see how the "'06" is going for him. Should be fun. Now it's off to the shower and time to change the "draws" because not packing for a weekend comes back to haunt you after two days. Have a great week. Back tuesday with an update on Mr. T's visit. Should be some interesting stories.
Once again, happy birthday to Yarbs! Sorry I missed it. ZD, best of luck in Vegas! Win some freaking money.
Here's a side story about how I get a little mouthy where there are a few beers involved. I got to the stadium and the game had just started, my phone rang, so I sat down in the "reserved" seats that were EMPTY, and by EMPTY, I mean that there was not a single person sitting in these seats. NO ONE!!! So I'm talking to my cousin on the phone when I feel this overwhelming presense over my shoulder. I don't think anything of it, hang up the phone and I hear in a hi-pitched really annoying voice, "Can I see your ticket?" To which I go on to tell him that my ticket is for the general admission and I stand anyway during the games, so I'd be on my way, but before I left I asked what the big deal was. He said that the seats were "mainly corporate." I went on to ask if by me sitting there I was doing something terribly wrong by sitting there for three minutes. He wouldn't answer me straight, throwing some bullshit about it "being {his} job." To which I said, wouldn't it look better for the school if people were sitting in those seats instead of having it completely empty? Once the game started about four people ended up sitting in that entire section. I never challenge authority, but on this night, after plenty of beers I had the balls to do so.
So Saturday night was much the same as Friday night, went back to Fridays for some Vodka/lemonade drinks and a bowl of soup, which was absolutely brilliant by the way. If you're ever at Fridays, order the broccolli cheddar soup, it's amazing. Then it was off to Coconut Grove, a little downtown style area with lots of shoppes and bars, etc. A scaled down, not some plush South Beach, from what I understand. A lot of women with fake boobs hanging out of little shirts hanging out with guys that didn't deserve them. It was cool though. Then went back to the hotel for some much needed floor-sleep. Forgot to set my clock ahead today, and had to be in Orlando to pick up Mr. T at the airport at 2. I got there, no worries. My boy is in the house, ready to watch some dogs race around in a circle and bet on them, and drink some beers with some "local game," and see how the "'06" is going for him. Should be fun. Now it's off to the shower and time to change the "draws" because not packing for a weekend comes back to haunt you after two days. Have a great week. Back tuesday with an update on Mr. T's visit. Should be some interesting stories.
Once again, happy birthday to Yarbs! Sorry I missed it. ZD, best of luck in Vegas! Win some freaking money.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Weekend "Plans"
Well, I've decided that I can't get to Savannah because...wait for it...I have to find a new place to live this weekend. Really not a fun thing really. Yes, I will watch the final 4 tomorrow night, but all day tomorrow, me and Kane will be looking for a new place to call our own. Some of you may ask, "Creegs, why are you moving?" Well, Blog-thing, I'm a good roomate and I can live anywhere for my job, but we're about 45 minutes from my roomies office, so we're trying to move to a nicer area, Davis Island and it's about 10 minutes from his job, so that's why we're making this move. Being that April will be one of my busiest months as far as travel is concerned, this weekend is really the only one I can look. Fun fun! I'm going to miss a 30th b-day party for Yarbs, but you can email him to wish him a happy birthday as my present to him. Email me to get his email address and send him e-card or something fun. He'll love that. Haha. Don't worry Yarbs, no one will email you. So happy birthday bud, enjoy the party and I'll get up there at some point to do some celebrating.
I'm listening to the MJ Morning Show, the top rated morning show in the Tampa Bay area. He's talking about Ambien(sp), which is a glorified sleeping pill, which supposedly makes people do crazy stuff, but they think they're sleeping. One guy called in and said that he put popcorn in the microwave for 30 minutes. I have a story that rivals that. I was at Clemson in the summer of 1996 living with Tucker at Fort Hill Commons and I may have had too much to drink. I tend to grab the nearest piece of food after a night of binge drinking, and this occasion was no different. I put a Stouffers Frenchbread Pizza into the oven, then sat on the couch and fell asleep only to wake up with the smell of burning crap. I went over to the oven, opened the door and black smoke billowed out of the oven and I was PISSED! I ruined probably the best drunk food ever. But I thought that was a funny diatribe.
Off to Naples. Have a great weekend! I'll update what happened with our house hunt from the weekend on Sunday evening. Let me know what you're up to this weekend to make me jealous. Thanks.
I'm listening to the MJ Morning Show, the top rated morning show in the Tampa Bay area. He's talking about Ambien(sp), which is a glorified sleeping pill, which supposedly makes people do crazy stuff, but they think they're sleeping. One guy called in and said that he put popcorn in the microwave for 30 minutes. I have a story that rivals that. I was at Clemson in the summer of 1996 living with Tucker at Fort Hill Commons and I may have had too much to drink. I tend to grab the nearest piece of food after a night of binge drinking, and this occasion was no different. I put a Stouffers Frenchbread Pizza into the oven, then sat on the couch and fell asleep only to wake up with the smell of burning crap. I went over to the oven, opened the door and black smoke billowed out of the oven and I was PISSED! I ruined probably the best drunk food ever. But I thought that was a funny diatribe.
Off to Naples. Have a great weekend! I'll update what happened with our house hunt from the weekend on Sunday evening. Let me know what you're up to this weekend to make me jealous. Thanks.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Quick Funny Story
I e-mailed this story to a friend who doesn't ever read my blog because their work restricts them from doing so, but I digress. I dog/housesat at a friends house out in the boon-docks of Tampa, yes there are some. Here's my message of exactly what took place:
BUT, I did check the mail Saturday night after I talked to you and there was a guy walking his dog out on the sidewalk, so I said hello, as I would normally do to just about anyone. He just looked at me, didn't say a word and then said, "Let's go" to his dog. So I went on to say, "good talk, way to have a personality," to which he looked at me again, reached into his pocket, got on the phone and said, "there's some asshole trying to talk to me on the road, but I don't talk to strangers." I just stood in the garage speechless that this man, probably in his mid-late 30s said that he doesn't talk to strangers. I was embarrased for him. That's my story for the day. Thought you'd get a chuckle out of that maybe. Have a wonderful day!
This is the absolute truth of what happened to me. I don't know if "dude" was handicapped or what, but after having a conversation about how I was going to be the basis of a Lifetime Made for tv movie, it was crazy.
I Know, I Know...
I missed an entire week. But after 101 posts, I have decided to take a few more days off. I relaxed the liver this past weekend and it felt nice. Now don't you people worry, I'm not quitting the binge drinking that makes this blog worth reading, on occasion. It was just nice to not be hung over on a Sunday with at least six hours to drive. I was home, basically. More to come Friday! That I can promise you. I have options for this weekend and I'm trying to make up my mind. Either Savannah again for a birthday party for Yarbs(Happy 30th bud!) or head to see my cousin in Ft. Lauderdale to watch the Clemson Tigers baseball team(my absolute favorite thing in the world) face off against the Hurricanes from Miami. And who knows, maybe something fun or funny will happen in between now and then to share with you loyal readers. Sorry about the hiatus, but please come back Friday when I make my toughest decision in days. Haha. Have a great week!
Monday, March 20, 2006
Savannah St. Patty's 2006
Here we go. Savannah, Georgia for St. Patrick's Day weekend with Hunter, FineCheese, Robber, Beef, his fiance Snappy, Wolv, Belle and crew. We did have FineCheese's sister and friend in town, who want nicknames so we'll go with...hmmm...this is a hard one...a name that will stick because she's been mentioned before and will probably be mentioned again...PulledPork...temporary name until I think of something better. I think the BBQ sandwich got the better of her on Friday night, so we'll call her that right now. Sort of anti-climactic really I think, but I'll think of something else at some point. So anyway, the trip began really on Thursday night. I had a busy, rough day of work in Sarasota and then began my trip north to the great city of Savannah where people were waiting with baited breath for my arrival (yeah, right.) I got there, and had a beer, hugged it out with everyone and sat there tired. Hunter and Wolv had tests on Friday, so there was nothing really doing, which was perfect for me. Watched some NCAA basketball and went to bed on Wolv's fouton. Thank you sir, for that! More on that later.
Friday morning comes and it's on. There's just something in the air on St. Patrick's Day in Savannah. Anyone that's not been there needs to go at least once to enjoy it. It's great. It helps that I have fun people around me and have also in the past. It's just great. I told someone today, when asked how my weekend was, that there were a lot of laughs and just a lot of good times. The days really just ran out on us. We were pretty much going from the start. So Friday, me and Hunter pick up Robber at the airport. I pick up a bottle of Propel and a 12-pack of Bud Light at the gas station and we head on our way. We pick him up, and then I have to pee because my bladder is the size of a squirrell, and I pick up another 18-pack of Bud Light. Robber was all about having a beer, so I said, go ahead. He said that he couldn't in the car, and Hunter turned around and was like, "give me one." So we got the boys some beers for the 25 minute ride back to the apartment. Robber had 3 in that time. That's some good drinking. We even pulled a hand-off with a car full of college-aged kids in a Grand Cherokee on Abercorn. It was risky, but it worked out and made for some good laughs and stories. From then on, I'm not sure if I was sober again the rest of the weekend. We started drinking as soon as we got back to the apartment. We were going to catch a shuttle to get downtown, but the guy wouldn't accept a $40 bribe to put us on the last one, so we were forced to get into a cab driven by Vincent. Good dude, but he did charge us $5 a person, instead of the $19 dollar reading that was on the meter. That wasn't going to deter our fun. Quick summary of the rest of the evening: bonded with a street performer, made a bagpiper play on Bay Street, peed in public, Belle got REALLY drunk, PulledPork puked, made friends with a pierced lip dude, who wants to pierce the other side of his lip and top lip too. Good for him. Slapped a bell-boy on the butt everytime I walked by him(probably 7-8 times, he loved me, and by loved I mean hated,) should have gotten kicked out of a restaurant, talked to some guys that were. I'm sure I'm missing things from Friday night, and I'd be happy to take comments about what I missed.
Saturday started out slow. PulledPork and her roommate left for NJ, unfortunately, and we were not feeling great, more sluggish than hung over. Robber was hungover, but that's what happens when you start drinking strong and never slow down. He did a hell of a job on Friday night. Saturday night too, but especially Friday. So Hunt, Robber, Cheese, Beef, Snappy and me went to breakfast, watched a basketball game on tv, went to the store to buy a lot of vodka and then went to a relatively early dinner down on River Street. Good food, but I knew if the night was going to be drunk I needed to order a beer, and order I did! Me and Beef got beers with dinner and then he and Robber realized they had some signature drink that was pure alcohol. They each had one, and then it was on. I haven't seen Beef that drunk since early on in college. It was hilarious. But anyway. We came back to the house from some "pre-game." Picked up ZDP, which was a nice addition to an already drunk crew. He holds his own. (Thanks B for letting him come play.) So me, Robber, Beef, and Hunter pounded some vodka drinks and then piled in a car and were on our way. Got downtown and headed to Savannah Smiles, a dueling piano bar that is a lot of fun to go to. I think there may have been 20 beers consumed by yours truly at the bar. I really only remember holding a six pack case of beers and being the only one drinking them, I think. And I believe there were at least two involved, and that was later on in the evening. This is where things get really blurry. Don't remember leaving the bar, but heard some stories about dancing in the middle of Bay Street, pissing off some meat-head for dancing over him, and then being quiet on the car ride back. But the night wasn't over. But my memory was. All I remember is waking up in the morning, going back to Hunter and FineCheese's, grabbing Robber to head back to the airport and then head back to Florida. There is some markings on my body from a sharpie, that I believe were somewhat self-inflicted, and some made by Wolv. It's funny to find them coming out of a shower and the initial surprise is funny. At least I didn't have "balls" on my forehead a la Large in "Garden State."
Tough day today. Trying to recover and gain some rest, but I don't see that happening until the weekend.
Thanks again go out to Hunter and FineCheese for really assembling and controlling all of the goings ons this weekend. Their home is like the home-base of the fun, and I appreciate all that they do to make me feel at home and they're simply wonderful. Thanks to Wolv for offering up his place as my place of rest, albeit not much rest took place, but thank you to him as well. I really appreciate the hospitality. Thanks to the boys and girls that travelled in from out of town. It's always great to see you guys and we had a lot of fun together this past weekend, and I look forward to our next meeting. Thanks to the Savannah Crew for always being super nice and fun and able to put up with my antics and able to laugh at and with me. It's appreciated! Looking forward to meeting up with everyone again soon. For those that didn't make the trip, you missed out and start planning for '07, because it's gonna be another great time, I'm sure.
Friday morning comes and it's on. There's just something in the air on St. Patrick's Day in Savannah. Anyone that's not been there needs to go at least once to enjoy it. It's great. It helps that I have fun people around me and have also in the past. It's just great. I told someone today, when asked how my weekend was, that there were a lot of laughs and just a lot of good times. The days really just ran out on us. We were pretty much going from the start. So Friday, me and Hunter pick up Robber at the airport. I pick up a bottle of Propel and a 12-pack of Bud Light at the gas station and we head on our way. We pick him up, and then I have to pee because my bladder is the size of a squirrell, and I pick up another 18-pack of Bud Light. Robber was all about having a beer, so I said, go ahead. He said that he couldn't in the car, and Hunter turned around and was like, "give me one." So we got the boys some beers for the 25 minute ride back to the apartment. Robber had 3 in that time. That's some good drinking. We even pulled a hand-off with a car full of college-aged kids in a Grand Cherokee on Abercorn. It was risky, but it worked out and made for some good laughs and stories. From then on, I'm not sure if I was sober again the rest of the weekend. We started drinking as soon as we got back to the apartment. We were going to catch a shuttle to get downtown, but the guy wouldn't accept a $40 bribe to put us on the last one, so we were forced to get into a cab driven by Vincent. Good dude, but he did charge us $5 a person, instead of the $19 dollar reading that was on the meter. That wasn't going to deter our fun. Quick summary of the rest of the evening: bonded with a street performer, made a bagpiper play on Bay Street, peed in public, Belle got REALLY drunk, PulledPork puked, made friends with a pierced lip dude, who wants to pierce the other side of his lip and top lip too. Good for him. Slapped a bell-boy on the butt everytime I walked by him(probably 7-8 times, he loved me, and by loved I mean hated,) should have gotten kicked out of a restaurant, talked to some guys that were. I'm sure I'm missing things from Friday night, and I'd be happy to take comments about what I missed.
Saturday started out slow. PulledPork and her roommate left for NJ, unfortunately, and we were not feeling great, more sluggish than hung over. Robber was hungover, but that's what happens when you start drinking strong and never slow down. He did a hell of a job on Friday night. Saturday night too, but especially Friday. So Hunt, Robber, Cheese, Beef, Snappy and me went to breakfast, watched a basketball game on tv, went to the store to buy a lot of vodka and then went to a relatively early dinner down on River Street. Good food, but I knew if the night was going to be drunk I needed to order a beer, and order I did! Me and Beef got beers with dinner and then he and Robber realized they had some signature drink that was pure alcohol. They each had one, and then it was on. I haven't seen Beef that drunk since early on in college. It was hilarious. But anyway. We came back to the house from some "pre-game." Picked up ZDP, which was a nice addition to an already drunk crew. He holds his own. (Thanks B for letting him come play.) So me, Robber, Beef, and Hunter pounded some vodka drinks and then piled in a car and were on our way. Got downtown and headed to Savannah Smiles, a dueling piano bar that is a lot of fun to go to. I think there may have been 20 beers consumed by yours truly at the bar. I really only remember holding a six pack case of beers and being the only one drinking them, I think. And I believe there were at least two involved, and that was later on in the evening. This is where things get really blurry. Don't remember leaving the bar, but heard some stories about dancing in the middle of Bay Street, pissing off some meat-head for dancing over him, and then being quiet on the car ride back. But the night wasn't over. But my memory was. All I remember is waking up in the morning, going back to Hunter and FineCheese's, grabbing Robber to head back to the airport and then head back to Florida. There is some markings on my body from a sharpie, that I believe were somewhat self-inflicted, and some made by Wolv. It's funny to find them coming out of a shower and the initial surprise is funny. At least I didn't have "balls" on my forehead a la Large in "Garden State."
Tough day today. Trying to recover and gain some rest, but I don't see that happening until the weekend.
Thanks again go out to Hunter and FineCheese for really assembling and controlling all of the goings ons this weekend. Their home is like the home-base of the fun, and I appreciate all that they do to make me feel at home and they're simply wonderful. Thanks to Wolv for offering up his place as my place of rest, albeit not much rest took place, but thank you to him as well. I really appreciate the hospitality. Thanks to the boys and girls that travelled in from out of town. It's always great to see you guys and we had a lot of fun together this past weekend, and I look forward to our next meeting. Thanks to the Savannah Crew for always being super nice and fun and able to put up with my antics and able to laugh at and with me. It's appreciated! Looking forward to meeting up with everyone again soon. For those that didn't make the trip, you missed out and start planning for '07, because it's gonna be another great time, I'm sure.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Post #100
I'm too tired to recount the weekend tonight. I will post tomorrow the details of what I remember. Busy day ahead of me tomorrow, so I'm going to bed. Sorry if you were looking forward to it tonight. Look for it tuesday morning as I'll probably write it later in the eve tomorrow.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Complete Exhaustion
Today is probably the most tired that I've been in a long time. A lot of driving today, 467 miles to be exact. That's a long way to drive for work and then up here to Savannah, Georgia for one of the most fun "parties" in the nation for St. Patty's day. I know ZD, there's a lot of people here, but it'll be so much fun for the people that have not experienced it and for the people that are coming into town from NJ, or VA, etc.
So I received an e-mail the other day saying that someone wants a nickname in the blog. I think the quote was, "All the cool people have them." Well, I think this weekend may provide the much needed fodder to provide a nickname for this person. The "greasy mexican food" has added to the name possibilities. We'll figure something out.
I'm going to bed because that's how I roll. I'm tired, tomorrow is going to be one of the drunkest I've been since Gasparilla in Tampa. Should be a great time, and I'm looking forward to the newbies to enjoy the greatest Irish holiday in the world.
Erin Go Bragh!!!
So I received an e-mail the other day saying that someone wants a nickname in the blog. I think the quote was, "All the cool people have them." Well, I think this weekend may provide the much needed fodder to provide a nickname for this person. The "greasy mexican food" has added to the name possibilities. We'll figure something out.
I'm going to bed because that's how I roll. I'm tired, tomorrow is going to be one of the drunkest I've been since Gasparilla in Tampa. Should be a great time, and I'm looking forward to the newbies to enjoy the greatest Irish holiday in the world.
Erin Go Bragh!!!
Monday, March 13, 2006
!!!California Update!!!
(A special edition post)
Just wanted everyone to know that I will be staying in Florida for a little while longer. I took the weekend to think everything through, and then when I went back to check to put my "inquiry" in about the position, it had been filled. Not saying that I was definitely going or staying, just that the position has been filled, I dragged my feet a little too long I guess, and therefore have lost that opportunity. I apologize if I got anyone's hopes up, mine were sort of up as well. But on a positive note, it wasn't Los Angeles county, it was about an hour away in Orange County, so I was going to sacrifice just to go. Things happen for a reason, and I think this will be a good thing considering I really believe that two years in my territory will be a good thing and next time I'll jump on an opportunity quicker. Thanks to all that threw in their "two-cents." I appreciate it. It did help in the thought process. Wasn't my time yet. I've been told that I'll know when it's time to go, and I think my initial fright may have been a sign that I wasn't actually ready. It just will make me hungrier for the next chance.
(there is my regular Sunday post below, don't forget to read that if you have the time and energy it takes to read nonsense. My poor sandals.)
p.s. Anyone going to Savannah this weekend that has not been there before, I suggest you wear ratty shoes. River Street gets a bit grungy from all of the urine and beer on the ground. So if you're traveling, bring a pair of shoes that you really don't care much about. You'll thank me later.
Just wanted everyone to know that I will be staying in Florida for a little while longer. I took the weekend to think everything through, and then when I went back to check to put my "inquiry" in about the position, it had been filled. Not saying that I was definitely going or staying, just that the position has been filled, I dragged my feet a little too long I guess, and therefore have lost that opportunity. I apologize if I got anyone's hopes up, mine were sort of up as well. But on a positive note, it wasn't Los Angeles county, it was about an hour away in Orange County, so I was going to sacrifice just to go. Things happen for a reason, and I think this will be a good thing considering I really believe that two years in my territory will be a good thing and next time I'll jump on an opportunity quicker. Thanks to all that threw in their "two-cents." I appreciate it. It did help in the thought process. Wasn't my time yet. I've been told that I'll know when it's time to go, and I think my initial fright may have been a sign that I wasn't actually ready. It just will make me hungrier for the next chance.
(there is my regular Sunday post below, don't forget to read that if you have the time and energy it takes to read nonsense. My poor sandals.)
p.s. Anyone going to Savannah this weekend that has not been there before, I suggest you wear ratty shoes. River Street gets a bit grungy from all of the urine and beer on the ground. So if you're traveling, bring a pair of shoes that you really don't care much about. You'll thank me later.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Oh Clemson, I Missed You So...
So here I am, the last morning of my trip to my favorite place on the planet, Clemson, South Carolina, trying to recollect what happened to me. The things that you need to know is that I lost my cell phone for hours, finally found it in the couch in which I slept. I have officially lost my sandals. That's a neat story. Neat, what a neat word. Oh well, on to the debauchery that was my friday night.
I came into Clemson on Thursday night, took Friday as a personal day, got here at a decent hour, went over to the Brooks Center for the Performing Arts, my old home away from home to see some people. They suggested that we go out, so we did, I had a couple of beers and that was that. Slept until 11am the next day, that was a little strange, I haven't slept until 11 since college probably. It makes sense though because I was here in Clemson. Friday, I did a whole lot of nothing until 4 when I went to the #2 Ranked Clemson Tigers Baseball game. I Love Clemson Baseball! That's an understatement. They won, got to see my buddy that plays third for the Tigers, and was on my way to the Brooks Center for a show. And oh, what a show. Hilarious. If you ever have the chance to see "The Complete Works of Willm Shkspr (Abridged)," I highly suggest going. It's brilliant. Knowing the three actors was helpful for me too because they worked really hard and it showed out there on stage. Delightful. Splendid, really. So anywho. We went back out on Friday night, and that was the night that I felt I needed to show my ass, and show it I did. We drank at the bar until it closed, I was drinking pitchers, out of the pitcher. Still unsure of my tab that night, but I remember it being in the 30s, pitchers were 6 bucks and I was the only one drinking Bud Light, and I had $5 chicken fingers, so I'm thinking I drank at least four pitchers of beer, out of the pitcher. Then apparently we went to a girls house where I immediately started double-fisting, which is my m.o. because I figure if I'm going to be a drunk, might as well do it well. Somewhere in or around that house that we were in, in my drunken state, I decided that I didn't need my sandals anymore, and took them off. I didn't know it then, but I know it now, that was the last time I would ever see my sandals. I guess if I need to leave something in this town each time, it's better to leave sandals than my dignity although some would argue that I left that here as well. Woke up Saturday and to be expected, I felt like poo-poo, went back to the baseball game, the Tigers lost, and then back to the show. If you could see the look in everyone's eyes that went out the night before, it was pretty pathetic. Everyone was glassy eyed and tired, but we had to go out just because. It was two beers and then everyone just started leaving. It was funny really. And here I am today. Sitting on the couch, typing this post. There's just something about this town, I don't know what it is, actually I know what it is, TTT's has five dollar pitchers. 'Nuff said.
Going to the last game of the series this afternoon for a few innings before I begin my journey back to Florida. Going to run into an old SHP faculty member down here today for the game, and say my goodbyes to friends again. I hate doing that, but it's got to be done. My time here in Clemson is complete until the next time, and then when I retire. This is where I'll be when I'm old and grey. There's just something special about this place. See you soon Clemson, you kicked my ass as you usally do.
Savannah here I come. It's a mere four days away. I need a couple of big days at work, and then it's on again! Looking forward to that tremendously!
I came into Clemson on Thursday night, took Friday as a personal day, got here at a decent hour, went over to the Brooks Center for the Performing Arts, my old home away from home to see some people. They suggested that we go out, so we did, I had a couple of beers and that was that. Slept until 11am the next day, that was a little strange, I haven't slept until 11 since college probably. It makes sense though because I was here in Clemson. Friday, I did a whole lot of nothing until 4 when I went to the #2 Ranked Clemson Tigers Baseball game. I Love Clemson Baseball! That's an understatement. They won, got to see my buddy that plays third for the Tigers, and was on my way to the Brooks Center for a show. And oh, what a show. Hilarious. If you ever have the chance to see "The Complete Works of Willm Shkspr (Abridged)," I highly suggest going. It's brilliant. Knowing the three actors was helpful for me too because they worked really hard and it showed out there on stage. Delightful. Splendid, really. So anywho. We went back out on Friday night, and that was the night that I felt I needed to show my ass, and show it I did. We drank at the bar until it closed, I was drinking pitchers, out of the pitcher. Still unsure of my tab that night, but I remember it being in the 30s, pitchers were 6 bucks and I was the only one drinking Bud Light, and I had $5 chicken fingers, so I'm thinking I drank at least four pitchers of beer, out of the pitcher. Then apparently we went to a girls house where I immediately started double-fisting, which is my m.o. because I figure if I'm going to be a drunk, might as well do it well. Somewhere in or around that house that we were in, in my drunken state, I decided that I didn't need my sandals anymore, and took them off. I didn't know it then, but I know it now, that was the last time I would ever see my sandals. I guess if I need to leave something in this town each time, it's better to leave sandals than my dignity although some would argue that I left that here as well. Woke up Saturday and to be expected, I felt like poo-poo, went back to the baseball game, the Tigers lost, and then back to the show. If you could see the look in everyone's eyes that went out the night before, it was pretty pathetic. Everyone was glassy eyed and tired, but we had to go out just because. It was two beers and then everyone just started leaving. It was funny really. And here I am today. Sitting on the couch, typing this post. There's just something about this town, I don't know what it is, actually I know what it is, TTT's has five dollar pitchers. 'Nuff said.
Going to the last game of the series this afternoon for a few innings before I begin my journey back to Florida. Going to run into an old SHP faculty member down here today for the game, and say my goodbyes to friends again. I hate doing that, but it's got to be done. My time here in Clemson is complete until the next time, and then when I retire. This is where I'll be when I'm old and grey. There's just something special about this place. See you soon Clemson, you kicked my ass as you usally do.
Savannah here I come. It's a mere four days away. I need a couple of big days at work, and then it's on again! Looking forward to that tremendously!
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Clemson or Bust...
So here we go again. There was talk of me moving back to the northeast, more accurately, Northern New Jersey to continue my work for my company. Well, I don't mean to let anyone down, but another opportunity has come to my table that I'm not sure will be as easy to turn down. Everyone knows of my aspirations of going to California to pursue my acting dream. Well there came an opportunity in Orange County, California. Yes, the OC. So I'm going to just throw that out there, and on my journey today back to the motherland, I'm going to take some serious thought about this possible move. This is where I want to be. This is what I want to do, and can actually not be waiting tables when I go out there. Something to think about.
Hope you have a great weekend. Call me, email me, or just hit reply on the "comment" tab below to tell me what you think. I've talked to 4 people already and not one of them thinks that I should not go. I'll tell you what though. It's scary as hell to think about a huge life-change that this would be. But it's here, and it's what I want...I think...
Hope you have a great weekend. Call me, email me, or just hit reply on the "comment" tab below to tell me what you think. I've talked to 4 people already and not one of them thinks that I should not go. I'll tell you what though. It's scary as hell to think about a huge life-change that this would be. But it's here, and it's what I want...I think...
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
MySpace and Cheesesteaks...Perfect Together
It's like Governor Kean used to say, "New Jersey and You, Perfect Together," and he was right. But ever since that brilliant Governor of NJ used that tag line for the Garden State, my home, I've always put it to use with other things. As in today's title. I'm very well aware that I missed Sunday's post, I was at a Spring Training baseball game with Can'tMiss, getting a sunburn/tan in Sarasota. It was cool as shenanigans! I don't want to say shit because there may be kids reading...aw shit...damn...did it again, Fu..........you get the point. So anyway, where am I? Who knows, somewhere in Florida, it all looks the same to me. Beaches and people over the age of death. So today, I didn't want to miss. I had to post something, anything whatsoever. I've been having a bit of writer's block recently, not saying that I'm a writer, but more or less a "brain-storm(less) jotter-downer-on-the-computer-guy." You get the point. So as I wracked my brain last night trying to think of something for today's post, I couldn't do it. I always talk about How I Met Your Mother on tuesdays and the television habits of yours truly, so I wanted to try to shy away from that because that's tired. I could put down how I am now taking classes for broadcasting school(very cool) and will now miss all of my monday night programing for the next 16 weeks, but that wouldn't be that interesting either. Then I thought about what I had to do today, Tuesday, March 7th. I had a very important meeting with the Director of Instructional Materials in Pinellas County today. A very, very nice man that is a big shot in my line of work. AND, I don't know if anyone has seen my car lately, but my "regulators" in my rear windows went bad, so they were going to be fixed today. I didn't really think either of these things were blog worthy, and the former is not, but here's the story of my tuesday. See how you like it. If you hate it, it's okay.
So my appointment with the Jeep dealer was at 8:30am, no problem, I'm up well-before that. I start my day as per usual. Same routine, etc. Get down there, drop the car off, and the gentleman behind the counter says, "Do you have a ride home? or do we need to give you one?" To which I respond, "oh no, I have a ride." The best part of my response was that I did not have a ride. I don't know what it is, I love being around people and making them laugh and smile and have a good time, but I can't sit in a car with a stranger, unless they're a taxi driver and their car is marked that way. Maybe it was the episode when I was 6 where a guy in a blue car stopped his car around the corner from my house while me and John Burlington were walking down the street and told us to get in the car. Maybe some of that is still lying around in my head, I don't know. I know that I would rather walk around town looking for an Enterprise than get a ride home. ALSO, I don't like how Enterprise "picks you up." That freaks me out too. I've always told you that I'm weird. Here's proof. So I start walking, and yes, the Forrest Gump theme song started playing in my mind while I just kept walking and walking and walking. I actually measured it when I got my car back. 4.6 miles. That's right, yours truly, Mr. Fat Guy, walked 4.6 miles. Why? All because I didn't want a ride home. Here's the kicker. I didn't walk home. In 4.6 miles, I could have walked back to my house, but instead, I went looking for an Enterprise or some sort of car rental place to no avail. So I just kept walking. Then I thought of a buddy that I'll call FreeRide because he let me stay at his house for virtually nothing for six months here in Tampa. He works right down the road and used to work for Enterprise, so I'll call him up, ask him if there is an Enterprise around and/or he could come pick me up, drive me to his office, I'd hang out there until my car was ready. Or drive me to Enterprise, whatever, something, just get me off of this god foresaken roads. He had a meeting 20 miles away all day, so that was out. So I conned myself into thinking that it was good excercise to walk (at this point I didn't know just how long I'd walked.) Needless to say after a trip to the mall, phone calls for work, and just taking in the scenery and the sunshine was a good day. BUT, I decided that it would be a good idea, since I was in neighborhood, that after my car was fixed, I'd go to my favorite restaurant in town. It has the best cheesesteaks in the land. It's called LaSpada's, it's on Main Street in Dunedin, Florida. I've had the Pat's and Geno's in Philly. I've had Jim's in Philly, I've had Philly Phlava in Tampa(which is pretty darn good too!) but the best steak I've had ever is LaSpada's in Dunedin. They are authentic Philadelphia. They do have a store on the outskirts of philly(you, try to step to me, don't be silly, Gettin' Jiggy Wit It!) Sorry for breaking out into Will Smith, it had to be done. So my deal today was to treat myself to two. Have one for lunch, save one to heat up for dinner. Well, that didn't happen. I tried to eat both of them in one sitting and needless to say, I've been unable to write this in one sitting, if you know what I mean. I didn't get the second one down. I took two bites and had to wrap it up for later. Oooh Fahh! As we used to say.
So that was my day in a nutshell. I'm off to Clemson, South Carolina this weekend to see some peeps, see a show and see some Clemson Baseball, currently ranked #2 and #3 in two polls. They were #1 in both last week, but lost one game to USuC Cocks this weekend, and Georgia Tech is 14-0, so it's understandable and acceptable. We're still damn good though, I'll give a full report from the motherland. T-minus 10 days until Savannah. Really looking forward to that. I wish that girl from TCNJ would e-mail me and tell me when she's arriving into town. That's right! I called you out! Have a great week. I'll post THURSDAY this week to make up for my drunken stupor that will happen in Clemson on Friday night.
So my appointment with the Jeep dealer was at 8:30am, no problem, I'm up well-before that. I start my day as per usual. Same routine, etc. Get down there, drop the car off, and the gentleman behind the counter says, "Do you have a ride home? or do we need to give you one?" To which I respond, "oh no, I have a ride." The best part of my response was that I did not have a ride. I don't know what it is, I love being around people and making them laugh and smile and have a good time, but I can't sit in a car with a stranger, unless they're a taxi driver and their car is marked that way. Maybe it was the episode when I was 6 where a guy in a blue car stopped his car around the corner from my house while me and John Burlington were walking down the street and told us to get in the car. Maybe some of that is still lying around in my head, I don't know. I know that I would rather walk around town looking for an Enterprise than get a ride home. ALSO, I don't like how Enterprise "picks you up." That freaks me out too. I've always told you that I'm weird. Here's proof. So I start walking, and yes, the Forrest Gump theme song started playing in my mind while I just kept walking and walking and walking. I actually measured it when I got my car back. 4.6 miles. That's right, yours truly, Mr. Fat Guy, walked 4.6 miles. Why? All because I didn't want a ride home. Here's the kicker. I didn't walk home. In 4.6 miles, I could have walked back to my house, but instead, I went looking for an Enterprise or some sort of car rental place to no avail. So I just kept walking. Then I thought of a buddy that I'll call FreeRide because he let me stay at his house for virtually nothing for six months here in Tampa. He works right down the road and used to work for Enterprise, so I'll call him up, ask him if there is an Enterprise around and/or he could come pick me up, drive me to his office, I'd hang out there until my car was ready. Or drive me to Enterprise, whatever, something, just get me off of this god foresaken roads. He had a meeting 20 miles away all day, so that was out. So I conned myself into thinking that it was good excercise to walk (at this point I didn't know just how long I'd walked.) Needless to say after a trip to the mall, phone calls for work, and just taking in the scenery and the sunshine was a good day. BUT, I decided that it would be a good idea, since I was in neighborhood, that after my car was fixed, I'd go to my favorite restaurant in town. It has the best cheesesteaks in the land. It's called LaSpada's, it's on Main Street in Dunedin, Florida. I've had the Pat's and Geno's in Philly. I've had Jim's in Philly, I've had Philly Phlava in Tampa(which is pretty darn good too!) but the best steak I've had ever is LaSpada's in Dunedin. They are authentic Philadelphia. They do have a store on the outskirts of philly(you, try to step to me, don't be silly, Gettin' Jiggy Wit It!) Sorry for breaking out into Will Smith, it had to be done. So my deal today was to treat myself to two. Have one for lunch, save one to heat up for dinner. Well, that didn't happen. I tried to eat both of them in one sitting and needless to say, I've been unable to write this in one sitting, if you know what I mean. I didn't get the second one down. I took two bites and had to wrap it up for later. Oooh Fahh! As we used to say.
So that was my day in a nutshell. I'm off to Clemson, South Carolina this weekend to see some peeps, see a show and see some Clemson Baseball, currently ranked #2 and #3 in two polls. They were #1 in both last week, but lost one game to USuC Cocks this weekend, and Georgia Tech is 14-0, so it's understandable and acceptable. We're still damn good though, I'll give a full report from the motherland. T-minus 10 days until Savannah. Really looking forward to that. I wish that girl from TCNJ would e-mail me and tell me when she's arriving into town. That's right! I called you out! Have a great week. I'll post THURSDAY this week to make up for my drunken stupor that will happen in Clemson on Friday night.
Friday, March 03, 2006
Weddings and National Lampoons
Don't you hate when you think of something, so you start the story by giving introduction to the person/s that you're talking about and then before you get to the CRUX of the story, you forget about where you were going with the original story. Well, if it doesn't happen to you, it happens/ed to me. I'm the worst with that, I think. I was at dinner tonight with Mr. and Mrs. Creegs telling a story about a great man that I work with and something that I told him to do, that was a la something MY parents told me to do when I was younger, and it worked. Well, I did an entire introduction about this gentleman and then totally forgot where I was going with the story for about 15 minutes before I finally remembered. AND I WASN'T EVEN DRINKING! So that was the moment that I decided that I drink too much. That, and the fact that it's 1:00 am, I'm watching Skin-Amax, and not even a good one, and yearning to go to bed, but I forgot to write a post this afternoon, so I wanted to do it, being that it's kind of still Friday. I've been pretty bad at keeping up with my schedule. That's already the third time that I've missed a day in just over a month at having the "schedule." Sorry about that, I really, truly am.
So I had a conversation just a moment ago with my boy SMOKE DAWG!!! Well, he's actually the former smoke dawg, but I still call him that because it's hard to get out of that name after nearly 8 years of having it. So anyway. I was trying to figure out whether or not I would have a "and guest" for their wedding in August. The thing is, I told the bride and the groom that I don't want, nor deserve one unless I have a girlfriend by then. Well, four months away, the chances that I have a girlfriend are slim and none and none just left the building. So, I'm coming to terms with the no guest, drunken Creegs antics that takes place at weddings. Although, I'm thinking about not really drinking too much and really thoroughly enjoying this wedding entirely. I enjoy every wedding that I go to, but I haven't been all that sober in awhile at a wedding. Of course, if I have to sing, I'm going to be getting a bit tipsy, just to be sure that I say something stupid on the mic, like, "Did I win the lottery?" That was the line of the century. That's how I roll.
So Mr. and Mrs. Creegs are in town tonight. We went to see the Yankees play today, they lost 11-10 in the bottom of the ninth, but it was a good game. Tom Gordon, ex-Yankee, got SHELLED, and after leading 10-8 in the top of the ninth, my boy, Eric Duncan came to the plate and stroked a two-run single into the gap in right centerfield to tie the game. It was awesome to see. We also ran into a SHP grad from the year 1967 who was extremely drunk, but a lot of fun to talk to. He was so excited that he ran into someone from New Jersey first, and then SHP alums, like me and my dad both are. It was good times.
Back on Sunday. If you have any questions about the above post, please don't hesitate to contact me at casey_cregan@hotmail.com to have your questions answered. Or call me, I'll tell you the story. It's a good one and a typical Creegs extravaganzaa!
P.S. Why do all the boys at the sports arenas hit on EVERY female that walks in, even if it's my MOTHER! Ewwwww!
So I had a conversation just a moment ago with my boy SMOKE DAWG!!! Well, he's actually the former smoke dawg, but I still call him that because it's hard to get out of that name after nearly 8 years of having it. So anyway. I was trying to figure out whether or not I would have a "and guest" for their wedding in August. The thing is, I told the bride and the groom that I don't want, nor deserve one unless I have a girlfriend by then. Well, four months away, the chances that I have a girlfriend are slim and none and none just left the building. So, I'm coming to terms with the no guest, drunken Creegs antics that takes place at weddings. Although, I'm thinking about not really drinking too much and really thoroughly enjoying this wedding entirely. I enjoy every wedding that I go to, but I haven't been all that sober in awhile at a wedding. Of course, if I have to sing, I'm going to be getting a bit tipsy, just to be sure that I say something stupid on the mic, like, "Did I win the lottery?" That was the line of the century. That's how I roll.
So Mr. and Mrs. Creegs are in town tonight. We went to see the Yankees play today, they lost 11-10 in the bottom of the ninth, but it was a good game. Tom Gordon, ex-Yankee, got SHELLED, and after leading 10-8 in the top of the ninth, my boy, Eric Duncan came to the plate and stroked a two-run single into the gap in right centerfield to tie the game. It was awesome to see. We also ran into a SHP grad from the year 1967 who was extremely drunk, but a lot of fun to talk to. He was so excited that he ran into someone from New Jersey first, and then SHP alums, like me and my dad both are. It was good times.
Back on Sunday. If you have any questions about the above post, please don't hesitate to contact me at casey_cregan@hotmail.com to have your questions answered. Or call me, I'll tell you the story. It's a good one and a typical Creegs extravaganzaa!
P.S. Why do all the boys at the sports arenas hit on EVERY female that walks in, even if it's my MOTHER! Ewwwww!
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Me, Not You
I'm hanging with Robber as I type this, actually using his computer, and I hear that Hunter and FineCheese are coming to O-town this weekend. Good times to all! More on Friday...
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