So this weekend I stayed in Tampa once again. It seems as if I've been here on weekends for quite some time, with the exception of last weekend. But now that I live on this island, I've become somewhat of a snob. In that, I mean that I don't want to travel outside of the island on weekends. I have phone calls from people telling me to come to a country-hick bar and instead I want to walk a 1/2 mile to the bars here on the island and sit and drink with peeps. Gone are the days when people would say, "Dude, let's go to {insert bar here} to pick up chicks" and I jump on that. Maybe I'm getting old, although my liver would argue with you about that, but I just want to go to the local bars with good friends, drink $140 worth of vodka/lemonades(like saturday) and walk home at 3 in the morning. That's how I roll now! It's sort of scary. But that's the way, uh huh uh huh, I like it, uh huh uh huh. Sorry about that last sentence. But anyway, back to the weekend.
It started on Thursday, kind of like Clemson. Me and BamaBill went to Tate's, the local sports bar/pizza joint. Great place, great bartenders and always friendly faces in there. We're regulars. It's like Cheers here on the island. I walk in and one of the bartenders, says "Hey Creegs!" It's sort of sad, really. But anyway, we went out to watch a baseball game, grab good pizza and drink some pitchers. We usually do it one night a week, and go home after the game is done, after three or four pitchers, nothing too much for four or five of us. This week was different because we ran into Citizen's new girl, who basically challenged our manhood and 10 pitchers later (between just two of us) we were leaving the bar at midnight, having to work in the morning. Not shitty, just buzzing good, Friday still sucked. Friday evening I was just planning on laying low because Saturday was a planned bender, and I wanted to be in prime form. That was to no avail. Can'tMiss calls and said that he needed to talk to me, which usually means that a case or two of shotgunning beers and then liquor later the story would come out. So he brought over a 12-er to start. Long story short, we ended up walking home at about 2:30am, and staying up chatting it up until about 4:30am. Not good. Needless to say, I rolled out of bed on Saturday at noon and having to head to BamaBill's house to help him move. Then Johnny O's girl comes over with beer, so we have to have one, no choice in the matter.
The move was short and sweet, and we headed out to lunch at the local Mexican restaurant, which ripped me up, but that's another story for another time. Had a corona there for lunch and wasn't feeling it, and wasa worried about our planned bender for the evening. Went home, and hung out on the couch for quite some time. Phone rings again, Can'tMiss looking to get started for the night. Me, not having the ability to say no to anyone, told him to come over and we'd get it going. Another long story short, we head out to the bar at 6:30pm. Vodka/lemonades started flowing at about 8:30pm, and the night was officially, as far as my memory is concerned. Good people all around. BamaBill and his ex got into an argument, and went home early, which was a little disappointing, but I managed to bang on his door late night. He was happy about that, as most people would be. You could imagine. But there was beerpong/beirut late night, which also lead to some debauchery. It was a good time. There are more details, but I can't remember everything and some things may have to stay inside to protect the innocent. Nothing bad happened, so I guess the bender was a success.
Sunday was a BBQ out at BamaBill's and his complex people. Good people all around. Good food. I drank sweet tea, but Bama was drinking. I went out and bought a 12 and didn't even open it. Saturday was a bit rough, Sunday morning was rougher. I think I'm going to hold off on the alcohol for the week, that is, unless Bama calls and wants to watch some baseball and play some GoldenTee. I'm in trouble.
Looks like I may be heading to Savannah this weekend, but I have to get the car fixed at some point before that happens. I'll let the people involved know when a decision is made. Have a great week!
Monday, July 31, 2006
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Random Day=Random Thoughts
So I hate text messaging, it's official. I do it all the time, but I just don't like it. I'll continue to do it, but it's not because I want to, it's because I'm addicted to it. I can't stop.
That's all I have to say about that. I feel like I have to write something on there, mid-late week just to stay current. This week has been a shitshow, and not the guy that lives in Connecticut, it's just been a mess. I can't buy any books for more than 100 bucks, and my car's alignment is all banged up so I called the dealer to get it fixed, because that's what I do, and they can't see me until next week, which is cool, so I asked what day, and he said, you pick, so I said Tuesday, and he said that he "couldn't accomodate me" and then hung up. Hmmm. That's odd. Maybe I was just tired and didn't hear everything correctly, but unless the place was being shot up, why the hang up? Your guess is as good as mine.
The weekend is right around the corner, and I was talking to Hunter the other day about going up to Savannah this weekend, and it would have been good to see all of the future Doctor-wannabes(I mean that in the best way possible, seriously.) Then I realized that my buddy Bama is moving apartments and being that I was at a bachelor party when I (was) moved, and he did EVERYTHING, I figure I should probably be there to help him out. He scratched my back, time to scratch his, in a non-sexual way. BUT, I'm sure some of you will be getting phone calls early in the day on Saturday because that's what I do, I drunk dial, and we're apparently going to get an early start. Not sure I have a choice, but I just hope I can hold off getting too drunk on Friday, because people are already talking about going out, and I know that Can'tMiss will be calling early in the day. Should be interesting. I think it's great that I worry about just how much drinking I'll be doing. As if I had nothing else to worry about. The life of an "islander." (I live on Davis Island)
Hope you guys have a great rest of the week and weekend. Remember, you have a friend in Florida, and he's more than happy to host you if you want beach and sun!
That's all I have to say about that. I feel like I have to write something on there, mid-late week just to stay current. This week has been a shitshow, and not the guy that lives in Connecticut, it's just been a mess. I can't buy any books for more than 100 bucks, and my car's alignment is all banged up so I called the dealer to get it fixed, because that's what I do, and they can't see me until next week, which is cool, so I asked what day, and he said, you pick, so I said Tuesday, and he said that he "couldn't accomodate me" and then hung up. Hmmm. That's odd. Maybe I was just tired and didn't hear everything correctly, but unless the place was being shot up, why the hang up? Your guess is as good as mine.
The weekend is right around the corner, and I was talking to Hunter the other day about going up to Savannah this weekend, and it would have been good to see all of the future Doctor-wannabes(I mean that in the best way possible, seriously.) Then I realized that my buddy Bama is moving apartments and being that I was at a bachelor party when I (was) moved, and he did EVERYTHING, I figure I should probably be there to help him out. He scratched my back, time to scratch his, in a non-sexual way. BUT, I'm sure some of you will be getting phone calls early in the day on Saturday because that's what I do, I drunk dial, and we're apparently going to get an early start. Not sure I have a choice, but I just hope I can hold off getting too drunk on Friday, because people are already talking about going out, and I know that Can'tMiss will be calling early in the day. Should be interesting. I think it's great that I worry about just how much drinking I'll be doing. As if I had nothing else to worry about. The life of an "islander." (I live on Davis Island)
Hope you guys have a great rest of the week and weekend. Remember, you have a friend in Florida, and he's more than happy to host you if you want beach and sun!
Monday, July 24, 2006
New Jersey Weekend
Why is it that whenever I come back home from...well, home, do I always have something great to say about my friends? I'm guessing because when times are tough we all band together and help the people that are in need of a hug or a smile and a laugh. We really see just who is the true friends. I went back to NJ this past weekend on a whim. I got wind of the passing of two of the best people in the "group's." father Robber and Vision(new name, probably will change, but it's the sister of Robber) lost their father last week way too soon. Obviously stricken with grief and sorrow we were called into duty. It was second nature to a handful of us as to what we had to do. Me from Florida, Robber's boy from L.A., Vision's friends from Michigan and PA, along with our local friends all came together and rushed to get to their sides for a smile and a hug and just to show them just how sorry we all were at their great loss. There was only one really, truly understandable and acceptable absence when Hunter didn't come back up from Savannah because of his education, but it wasn't from lack of trying, and FineCheese's flight up on Friday was cancelled, but boy oh boy they were both with us and the family. It was a truly great tribute to their dad by the amount of people that flooded the funeral home and then the church on Saturday.
To them, I say, please don't hesitate to call any one of us for an ear, and in my case, I'll be back in three weeks for a shoulder. There's absolutely no shame in (as I told them this weekend) to USE us! Each and every one of our "clique" is ready and willing to lend the ear and the shoulder and extend a tissue or a hug. There is nothing you can say that is "silly" or "embarrasing" to us. This is why I love my friends. We had two of the group's finest in need and without hesitation and without care of other plans, we dropped everything and came to their side.
It's been a year, almost to the day that I lost my uncle and this terrible occurance left me thinking about him and how I do still miss him tremendously, and as I sat on the front stoop or on a back porch this weekend with the two of them, I felt the loss, I hurt for them, I choked out some tears at the church and funeral home for them. I'm sorry that I'm writing about this, but I just want them to know that we're here. We'll always be here. I'll try to make them smile and laugh at my dumb antics. The invite is wide open to come to Tampa, to "get away" for a few days, or weeks, or years, I don't care.
I do use this blog as a freewrite source, a source to put down my feelings and sharing the dumb things I do, normally with alcohol involved, but I feel like I need to do tribute to my friends and their families when the need is there. This is one of those times.
Robber and Vision, I love you guys! You know that. And the thanks that you kept giving me for coming back means a lot, but it was my absolute pleasure to be there by your side during this time. It'll be my pleasure to be there any time you need me. I know it's tough being that I'm 1500 miles away, but not only do I have one phone, I have two! Stay strong, and God Bless!
Smokey and Earp's wedding is the next time that I'll be in NJ and I'm really looking forward to that! Should be fun times!!!
To them, I say, please don't hesitate to call any one of us for an ear, and in my case, I'll be back in three weeks for a shoulder. There's absolutely no shame in (as I told them this weekend) to USE us! Each and every one of our "clique" is ready and willing to lend the ear and the shoulder and extend a tissue or a hug. There is nothing you can say that is "silly" or "embarrasing" to us. This is why I love my friends. We had two of the group's finest in need and without hesitation and without care of other plans, we dropped everything and came to their side.
It's been a year, almost to the day that I lost my uncle and this terrible occurance left me thinking about him and how I do still miss him tremendously, and as I sat on the front stoop or on a back porch this weekend with the two of them, I felt the loss, I hurt for them, I choked out some tears at the church and funeral home for them. I'm sorry that I'm writing about this, but I just want them to know that we're here. We'll always be here. I'll try to make them smile and laugh at my dumb antics. The invite is wide open to come to Tampa, to "get away" for a few days, or weeks, or years, I don't care.
I do use this blog as a freewrite source, a source to put down my feelings and sharing the dumb things I do, normally with alcohol involved, but I feel like I need to do tribute to my friends and their families when the need is there. This is one of those times.
Robber and Vision, I love you guys! You know that. And the thanks that you kept giving me for coming back means a lot, but it was my absolute pleasure to be there by your side during this time. It'll be my pleasure to be there any time you need me. I know it's tough being that I'm 1500 miles away, but not only do I have one phone, I have two! Stay strong, and God Bless!
Smokey and Earp's wedding is the next time that I'll be in NJ and I'm really looking forward to that! Should be fun times!!!
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Wow! That's All I Can Say
ZDP sent me this email today, and you may have read it before or not, but it's a solid read. I thought that I should post it for others to read. Impressive! Hits home especially with family over there!
Last week I was in Atlanta, Georgia attending a conference. While I was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to clap and cheer I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the greatest act's of patriotism I have ever seen. Moving thru the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camo's, as they began heading to their gate everyone (well almost everyone) was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering. When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and cheered for it hit me. I'm not alone. I'm not the only red blooded American who still loves this country and supports our troops and their families. Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us so we can go to school, work and home without fear or reprisal. Just when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of our service men and women a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years old, ran up to one of the male soldiers. He kneeled down and said "hi," to the little girl then she asked him if he would give something to her daddy for her. The young soldier, he didn't look any older than maybe 22 himself, said he would try and what did she want to give to her daddy. Then suddenly the little girl grabbed the neck of this soldier, gave him the biggest hug she could muster and then kissed him on the cheek.The mother of the little girl, who said her daughter's name was Courtney, told the young soldier that her husband was a Marine and had been in Iraq for 11 months now. As the mom was explaining how much her daughter, Courtney, missed her father, the young soldier began to tear up. When this temporarily single mom was done explaining her situation, all of the soldiers huddled together for a brief second. Then one of the other servicemen pulled out a military looking walkie-talkie. They started playing with the device and talking back and forth on it. After about 10-15 seconds of this, the young soldier walked back over to Courtney, bent down and said this to her, "I spoke to your daddy and he told me to give this to you" He then hugged this little girl that he had just met and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He finished by saying "your daddy told me to tell you that he loves you more than anything and he is coming home very soon."The mom at this point was crying almost uncontrollably and as the young soldier stood to his feet he saluted Courtney and her mom. I was standing no more than 6 feet away from this entire event unfolded. As the soldiers began to leave, heading towards their gate, people resumed their applause. As I stood there applauding and looked around, their were very few dry eyes, including my own. That young soldier in one last act of selflessness, turned around and blew a kiss to Courtney with a tear rolling down his cheek. We need to remember everyday all of our soldiers and their families and thank God for them and their sacrifices. At the end of the day, it's good to be an American.
Last week I was in Atlanta, Georgia attending a conference. While I was in the airport, returning home, I heard several people behind me beginning to clap and cheer I immediately turned around and witnessed one of the greatest act's of patriotism I have ever seen. Moving thru the terminal was a group of soldiers in their camo's, as they began heading to their gate everyone (well almost everyone) was abruptly to their feet with their hands waving and cheering. When I saw the soldiers, probably 30-40 of them, being applauded and cheered for it hit me. I'm not alone. I'm not the only red blooded American who still loves this country and supports our troops and their families. Of course I immediately stopped and began clapping for these young unsung heroes who are putting their lives on the line everyday for us so we can go to school, work and home without fear or reprisal. Just when I thought I could not be more proud of my country or of our service men and women a young girl, not more than 6 or 7 years old, ran up to one of the male soldiers. He kneeled down and said "hi," to the little girl then she asked him if he would give something to her daddy for her. The young soldier, he didn't look any older than maybe 22 himself, said he would try and what did she want to give to her daddy. Then suddenly the little girl grabbed the neck of this soldier, gave him the biggest hug she could muster and then kissed him on the cheek.The mother of the little girl, who said her daughter's name was Courtney, told the young soldier that her husband was a Marine and had been in Iraq for 11 months now. As the mom was explaining how much her daughter, Courtney, missed her father, the young soldier began to tear up. When this temporarily single mom was done explaining her situation, all of the soldiers huddled together for a brief second. Then one of the other servicemen pulled out a military looking walkie-talkie. They started playing with the device and talking back and forth on it. After about 10-15 seconds of this, the young soldier walked back over to Courtney, bent down and said this to her, "I spoke to your daddy and he told me to give this to you" He then hugged this little girl that he had just met and gave her a kiss on the cheek. He finished by saying "your daddy told me to tell you that he loves you more than anything and he is coming home very soon."The mom at this point was crying almost uncontrollably and as the young soldier stood to his feet he saluted Courtney and her mom. I was standing no more than 6 feet away from this entire event unfolded. As the soldiers began to leave, heading towards their gate, people resumed their applause. As I stood there applauding and looked around, their were very few dry eyes, including my own. That young soldier in one last act of selflessness, turned around and blew a kiss to Courtney with a tear rolling down his cheek. We need to remember everyday all of our soldiers and their families and thank God for them and their sacrifices. At the end of the day, it's good to be an American.
Saturday, July 08, 2006
"I'll take, 'shit that doesn't happen to me' for $400 please Alex!"
So here we are, yet again, weeks between posts. But once again, I've had a pretty hectic week and it's the weekend now and I have a moment to breathe and write down some thoughts for the entire world to see. The title of the blog comes to me today from my wednesday and thursday. See, I'm not used to being hit on, even though people tell me that I'm absolutely oblivious to signs of females showing interest in me, I don't see it, ever. The one girl I liked and really went hard after and pursued for a long period of time, I dated for some time. But since then, my lack of game has become even less, and here I am seeing friends have children already and I'm still sitting on my thumbs. But enough crying, back to the story.
Everyone that knows me knows what I do for a living and knows that the summers are the most hectic time of my year. I have a big account with Collier County, Florida, in Naples. They send all of their K-12 textbooks to me, to a warehouse in Tampa, to which I have to go in and "sort" it. Well, it's actually a beautiful warehouse as far as warehouses are concerned. It's actually a transportation company's warehouse, so they have people in an office scheduling freight shipments, logistics, etc. Well the secretary in the office is an older woman. None that I would ever pursue, but the other day I was there from 8-3, and sweating through 4 t-shirts. I was gross to say the least. Sweating through a hat, just a mess. So as I was leaving, the secretary asked me where I was going. I said that I was going to get a haircut and to watch the World Cup semi-final game. She gave me this coy look and said, "damn, you are going to look good with a haircut." I smiled and laughed as I normally do and went on my way. Not thinking anything of it. The next day, I was back in the warehouse from 8-6, so I had to go into the office to fax things, ask questions, etc. The secretary asked me to take my hat off, which I did and she smiled again, and said, "damn, you need to write your number down on this paper. You see what a little hair cut can do?" Once again, I laughed, and walked out of the office. Later on in the day I walked back into the office to ask for a sharpee marker and she said, "I have something better than that" and referenced the paper for me to write my number down, or something, I don't know, remember, I'm oblivious. Once again, smile, laugh, walk out with the sharpee. THEN, I walk back in to give back the sharpee after I was told that my fax didn't go through, so I was sitting by the fax machine, leaning over the secretary's desk, she said something about the woman that I borrowed the sharpee from, and quite honestly, I know the name of the owner of the company and the office manager and that's it. She said the name, I must have given a look as if I didn't know who that was, and then she asked me if I knew their names. I didn't and must have looked guilty because she said, "here, this will remind you" to which she wrote her name on a piece of paper and her phone number. Lastly, I was leaving for the day, and had to tell them that I was done in the warehouse. They said, "see you tomorrow," to which I told them that I would not return on Friday and I would be back next week one day, and she got all upset, and said, "I need to see you walk in and out of this office more."
No, I have not called and have no intention of calling. But this, as was the first Key West trip with the gentleman who pinched my nipples, was rather good for the ego. Here I am, a regular fat kid with big head getting hit on by attractive(not my taste) people. It gives me hope that people like the big head look. haha. I'm not complaining or anything, I just wanted to share my story of someone hitting on me and giving me their number.
I have FineCheese and Hunter along with Robber coming to town next weekend. Should be debaucherous, to say the least. I haven't heard if Wolv is coming because when I called Cheese the other day, she returned the call, but LEFT NO MESSAGE!!!!!! That's BS!
Anywho. I found out that one of my college loves just got engaged a few weeks ago. That takes another one off the list. Terrible! Smile, it makes you feel better! Have a great weekend and week to follow!
Everyone that knows me knows what I do for a living and knows that the summers are the most hectic time of my year. I have a big account with Collier County, Florida, in Naples. They send all of their K-12 textbooks to me, to a warehouse in Tampa, to which I have to go in and "sort" it. Well, it's actually a beautiful warehouse as far as warehouses are concerned. It's actually a transportation company's warehouse, so they have people in an office scheduling freight shipments, logistics, etc. Well the secretary in the office is an older woman. None that I would ever pursue, but the other day I was there from 8-3, and sweating through 4 t-shirts. I was gross to say the least. Sweating through a hat, just a mess. So as I was leaving, the secretary asked me where I was going. I said that I was going to get a haircut and to watch the World Cup semi-final game. She gave me this coy look and said, "damn, you are going to look good with a haircut." I smiled and laughed as I normally do and went on my way. Not thinking anything of it. The next day, I was back in the warehouse from 8-6, so I had to go into the office to fax things, ask questions, etc. The secretary asked me to take my hat off, which I did and she smiled again, and said, "damn, you need to write your number down on this paper. You see what a little hair cut can do?" Once again, I laughed, and walked out of the office. Later on in the day I walked back into the office to ask for a sharpee marker and she said, "I have something better than that" and referenced the paper for me to write my number down, or something, I don't know, remember, I'm oblivious. Once again, smile, laugh, walk out with the sharpee. THEN, I walk back in to give back the sharpee after I was told that my fax didn't go through, so I was sitting by the fax machine, leaning over the secretary's desk, she said something about the woman that I borrowed the sharpee from, and quite honestly, I know the name of the owner of the company and the office manager and that's it. She said the name, I must have given a look as if I didn't know who that was, and then she asked me if I knew their names. I didn't and must have looked guilty because she said, "here, this will remind you" to which she wrote her name on a piece of paper and her phone number. Lastly, I was leaving for the day, and had to tell them that I was done in the warehouse. They said, "see you tomorrow," to which I told them that I would not return on Friday and I would be back next week one day, and she got all upset, and said, "I need to see you walk in and out of this office more."
No, I have not called and have no intention of calling. But this, as was the first Key West trip with the gentleman who pinched my nipples, was rather good for the ego. Here I am, a regular fat kid with big head getting hit on by attractive(not my taste) people. It gives me hope that people like the big head look. haha. I'm not complaining or anything, I just wanted to share my story of someone hitting on me and giving me their number.
I have FineCheese and Hunter along with Robber coming to town next weekend. Should be debaucherous, to say the least. I haven't heard if Wolv is coming because when I called Cheese the other day, she returned the call, but LEFT NO MESSAGE!!!!!! That's BS!
Anywho. I found out that one of my college loves just got engaged a few weeks ago. That takes another one off the list. Terrible! Smile, it makes you feel better! Have a great weekend and week to follow!
Monday, June 26, 2006
"So Did You Bang the Bartender?"
Mr. T was in town this past weekend, and it was a tough week for me for work. I spent the week in Gainesville doing a big project, lifting, driving trucks into schools (no really, I did back a 24' truck into a roof at a school, hilarity ensued), sweating my butt off, etc. It was a tough week. So Friday morning I get back home, shower, get ready to head to a meeting with a school. Mr T looked as if he had a rough Thursday night on "The Island." I dressed the man up in a Follett shirt, and headed out to the school. He's a natural. Helped me out and we were in and out of that school in no time.
Friday night, I was still tired. But, being that this was the first time since we traveled together to Tampa back in 2003(or 2004, I don't remember), it was really the first time that he's been here on a weekend with me having no worries about work or anything to stand in our way of going out on the town. I didn't want to disappoint the "Treehouse" (sorry bud.) But being the wuss that I am, we stayed in my place, bought 30 beers and drank about 14 of them, laughed a lot and then I just couldn't continue and called it a night on the grounds that I would get "Creeg-faced" on Saturday. I made the man that promise. I'm pretty sure I didn't disappoint. Neither of us did.
Saturday began as any in my world when I'm not traveling the southeast. Woke up at 10ish, woke the big man up and my roomate Citizen. (His last name's Kane, I couldn't be more original.) The deal was to grab some grub with some of my "islander" friends and then hang out where I used to live with Can'tMiss and others and then drop off the T-man with his folks who were in town visiting family. (Always good to see them, truly great people!) So I dropped the big man off at where his folks were staying and I headed out to a surprise b-day party for another islander friend. We were there, drinking lightly until about 10ish, when I got the call from Mr. T that he was back at the house. And then it began. I arrived back at the house, and was ready to go. We still had 16 beers in the fridge waiting for our mouths and stomachs. We each imbibed our fair share, and left none for Citizen and then started the mile walk to downtown Davis Island. Walked into the sports bar, asked the bartender if she was planning on closing up shop early. She said yes, but we could still hang out there for awhile. (now that I'm a regular) Drank four pitchers, and then got the call that the birthday boy and others were at the outdoor bar across the street. That's where vodka/lemonades are ingested. And ingest I did. Oh yeah, there were two girls at the sports bar that are smoking hot! I need nicknames for them, but I'm not feeling creative today. We'll call one ShortBlonde and the other TallBrunette. TallBrunette and Citizen have had an on-again, off-again sort of jaunt as of late, and ShortBlonde has/had a boyfriend. But ShortBlonde is extremely good looking. TallBrunette is cute too, but I shy away from her because my roomate, yada yada. You know the deal. Unless it's a sister of a friend, I shy away. The T-man has a good looking girlfriend, so he played wingman for me(you're welcome). Mr. T challenged me to go up to talk to Short(for short) and being that I was about 647 beers deep, I obliged, stood at the jukebox, picking songs, making her laugh, etc. That's really where that story ends because apparantly I didn't talk to her for the rest of the night, but I thought I did. Vodka/Lemonade is a hell of a drug. But I play the friend game. FineCheese, I was not shy with this one, I promise. I did ask her if her boyfriend/ex-boyfriend was "the one," because we all know that that question was asked of someone in my past about yours truly, and Short said "no!" SCORE! We'll just have to wait until this weekend to see her out. Then I realized that it was 3:45am and we were still at the open air bar drinking "heaven" and I was ready for the bed. So we came home, made a lot of drunk dials and apparently when Citizen came back to the house was the perfect time that I must have bumped my phone and it called my parents in NJ. So of course, they thought something was wrong, so they answered the phone and my dad(I heard about this the next day when he called me) said he heard someone, other than me, say "So did you bang the bartender?" So we all had a good laugh. Mr. T did some un-blogworthy things to Davis Island, but if you really want to know, you can email me. It was extremely funny at the time.
So it was a blogworthy weekend with Mr. T. I had a blast, I hope he did as well. This weekend, I don't have any visitors and nothing planned to do, so I plan on resting quietly, watching the World Cup and eating Cheetos...naked! Have a great week! Yes, I am alive!
Friday night, I was still tired. But, being that this was the first time since we traveled together to Tampa back in 2003(or 2004, I don't remember), it was really the first time that he's been here on a weekend with me having no worries about work or anything to stand in our way of going out on the town. I didn't want to disappoint the "Treehouse" (sorry bud.) But being the wuss that I am, we stayed in my place, bought 30 beers and drank about 14 of them, laughed a lot and then I just couldn't continue and called it a night on the grounds that I would get "Creeg-faced" on Saturday. I made the man that promise. I'm pretty sure I didn't disappoint. Neither of us did.
Saturday began as any in my world when I'm not traveling the southeast. Woke up at 10ish, woke the big man up and my roomate Citizen. (His last name's Kane, I couldn't be more original.) The deal was to grab some grub with some of my "islander" friends and then hang out where I used to live with Can'tMiss and others and then drop off the T-man with his folks who were in town visiting family. (Always good to see them, truly great people!) So I dropped the big man off at where his folks were staying and I headed out to a surprise b-day party for another islander friend. We were there, drinking lightly until about 10ish, when I got the call from Mr. T that he was back at the house. And then it began. I arrived back at the house, and was ready to go. We still had 16 beers in the fridge waiting for our mouths and stomachs. We each imbibed our fair share, and left none for Citizen and then started the mile walk to downtown Davis Island. Walked into the sports bar, asked the bartender if she was planning on closing up shop early. She said yes, but we could still hang out there for awhile. (now that I'm a regular) Drank four pitchers, and then got the call that the birthday boy and others were at the outdoor bar across the street. That's where vodka/lemonades are ingested. And ingest I did. Oh yeah, there were two girls at the sports bar that are smoking hot! I need nicknames for them, but I'm not feeling creative today. We'll call one ShortBlonde and the other TallBrunette. TallBrunette and Citizen have had an on-again, off-again sort of jaunt as of late, and ShortBlonde has/had a boyfriend. But ShortBlonde is extremely good looking. TallBrunette is cute too, but I shy away from her because my roomate, yada yada. You know the deal. Unless it's a sister of a friend, I shy away. The T-man has a good looking girlfriend, so he played wingman for me(you're welcome). Mr. T challenged me to go up to talk to Short(for short) and being that I was about 647 beers deep, I obliged, stood at the jukebox, picking songs, making her laugh, etc. That's really where that story ends because apparantly I didn't talk to her for the rest of the night, but I thought I did. Vodka/Lemonade is a hell of a drug. But I play the friend game. FineCheese, I was not shy with this one, I promise. I did ask her if her boyfriend/ex-boyfriend was "the one," because we all know that that question was asked of someone in my past about yours truly, and Short said "no!" SCORE! We'll just have to wait until this weekend to see her out. Then I realized that it was 3:45am and we were still at the open air bar drinking "heaven" and I was ready for the bed. So we came home, made a lot of drunk dials and apparently when Citizen came back to the house was the perfect time that I must have bumped my phone and it called my parents in NJ. So of course, they thought something was wrong, so they answered the phone and my dad(I heard about this the next day when he called me) said he heard someone, other than me, say "So did you bang the bartender?" So we all had a good laugh. Mr. T did some un-blogworthy things to Davis Island, but if you really want to know, you can email me. It was extremely funny at the time.
So it was a blogworthy weekend with Mr. T. I had a blast, I hope he did as well. This weekend, I don't have any visitors and nothing planned to do, so I plan on resting quietly, watching the World Cup and eating Cheetos...naked! Have a great week! Yes, I am alive!
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Wedding Recap
First off, let me say Congratulation to AYB3 and his new bride, it was a great day. I had a blast. It was a great weekend really. Sort of odd at times, but other times were great. Let's see if I can remember the important parts.
It all started out on Friday afternoon, I flew in from Orlando to Newark where Smokey picked me up, went back to my parents house where I watched Clemson baseball on ESPN. They won. Then it was time to head down the shore to the hotel where the festivities would start. We got there, bought 54 beers between the two of us(Earp was with us too, so technically it was between the three of us.) We are about to head to the hotel to check in, when we get a phone call from Forgetful(new name, explaination to follow) who is all over us about not coming to the Wine and Ice Cream party. So we check in, change, and head over to the aforementioned party. There was nothing to drink but water and wine, and ice cream to eat. I had some ice cream, but shyed away from the wine, because homey don't drink that. After we get introduced to the bridesmaids and other family in attendence, we make our way to the door and head back to the hotel to drink some beers. Of course, my room was the party room, which was absolutely fine with me. 4:00am, me and Forgetful are up still chatting about all sorts of stuff, and I told him that I had to call it a night.
Saturday, we're up early because of the 10am rehearsal. The bride had the rehearsal deal down to the T, it was very well organized. She may have talked down to us a little bit, but then again, it was her wedding and that's the way it should be. So no harm done there. It was a painless process, truly. Then, it was nap time, with the exception of my room being the party room, I guess that also meant that it was the place to watch the World Cup games too. I'm all about watching the world cup, but man, I was tired. Finally, at about 2:45 or so, I got to lay down. That's when ShitShow himself showed up, so rest was held to a minimum. When time for the rehearsal dinner came about, and showers were starting, it was noticed that there was absolutely no hot water. This was a problem. My three second shower was awful. The rehearsal dinner was well done. AYB3 and wife had some nice words to say and their gifts were well thought out and original. Beers were flowing. Then we went to a bar where we took over. I guess it's not hard to do when you walk in with about 30 people. There was karaoke going on. Earp stole the show with her rendition of a Fugees song. Simply brilliant, quite honestly. Brought the house down. Not taking anything away from her, but it wasn't hard to follow the quartet of yours truly, Rock, ShitShow, and Smokey's rendition of "The Right Stuff" by New Kids on the Block. Disturbing really. But AYB's uncle and cousin kept buying pitchers and I would strategically place myself near full ones, only to move to the next pitcher when one would empty. Once again, people came back to my room. On this night, I shared the room with ShitShow, and he lived up to his name. A push-up contest ensued ending with Smoke winning $100 off the ShitShow himself. It was debaucherous. We had one of the bridesmaids boyfriends with us latenight and he couldn't help but laugh throughout the entire debacle.
Sunday morning came and the groomsmen were all getting ready slowly, had to check out of my room, and shower elsewhere. That was quite inconvenient, but once again, I have great friends that let me do those things in their room. I started calling around to a couple of my fellow groomsmen and got in touch with Forgetful who was rather animated on the phone. Only to find out later that he forgot his tux at his home, and now was calling around the area to try to find out where he could get a replacement. It was, afterall, AYB's wedding, and he's a mess most of the time, so it made sense that someone would forget their tux. But if one person was going to pull off getting a new one, it was Forgetful. He did, by the way, pull it off, and showed up at the "church" with time to spare. The wedding was funny, no, really, Judge Connell, father of the best man, and friend of ours presided over the wedding and he added some funny quips about the groom and groomsmen that he's known since 1994. Added some humor to a nervewracking time. Kept the tears from flowing, for the most part.
The receiving line after the wedding was funny because no one wanted to talk to us, so people, awkwardly would come up to us, state their name and then walk on. Then Judge brought out some beers for us, and that was a welcome addition to the line. Cocktail hour to follow, and that was shortlived, probably because we were taking pictures, yet again, a painless process. Then the beers started to flow. One of the funny sidenotes was that there was an empty seat next to me at our table, and the waitress came by to ask what we wanted to drink and our meal choice. I ordered my filet and Miller Lite, and she asked if someone was sitting next to me, from which I responded a resounding "yes, and she'll have the filet and a Miller Lite." Lo and behold, out comes another Miller Lite and at dinner time, an extra filet. Pretty humorous. I had a piece of bread that I didn't eat, but I cut eyes and a mouth into it and fed it(her) beer and even some filet. Sort of humorous if you were there.
Then it was time for my song. For those that know me, know that if the bride wants me to perform my rendition of "It Takes Two" by Rob Base, all they have to do is tell the DJ. Well in this case, it was a band. But I was told that part of the process of choosing a band for their reception was the willingness to learn my song. This band did. The band director came up to me at the cocktail hour to discuss how we were going to go about doing things, etc. I was nervous because I'd never done that before. It was a new experience for a song that's been done numerous times, at many weddings. So nervy that I had Cookie bring me the lyrics because I didn't have the safety net of the cd vocals as my backup. Let me tell you, the band as my back-up singers was awesome. It was the coolest experience ever. It was also pretty neat that people were asking me when I was doing my song because that's what they wanted to see, and then they had to leave to make it to work the next day. It came earlier in the evening than any other wedding that I've performed at, and probably the most sober that I've done it as well. When I started the song, my peeps knew what to expect and they formed their semi-circle around me. There were probably about 20 people that were standing in this circle. I did my thing, and by the end of the song, I think less than 20 people were seated. There were no stupid lines, like, "did I win the lottery?" It was just the song and dance that I do. The dumb moves that make people smile. The dumb song that makes people laugh. And I love doing it as long as that's what the people want.
One last story. The ring bearer was the nephew of the bride. A neat little kid, really. But later on in the night there was a chocolate fountain with many things to dip into the fountain, like rice crispy treats, apples, marshmallows, etc. Well, he got the chocolate all over himself. When I saw him, I said, "Alex, you have shhhhhhhhhhh(wanting to say shit)megma all over your shirt. Well, as any seven year old would do, he started repeating the word shmegma, which, although not a dirty word, the definition is not very becoming. He then says, "I'm going to tell my Uncle Doug that I have shmegma all over my shirt." Well apparently he told everyone he possibly could that Creegs told him that he had ... all over his shirt. I left my mark at yet another wedding. The next morning at the brunch, he came right up to me and said, "I still remember the word from last night," and then proceeded to say it. I was hoping he'd forget, he didn't.
Good times, yet again with the friends. No girls this weekend. The bridesmaids all had boyfriends, who, with the exception of one, were pretty derrrrrn good guys and would fit in our group quite easily. Can't wait until Smoke and Earps in August!
It all started out on Friday afternoon, I flew in from Orlando to Newark where Smokey picked me up, went back to my parents house where I watched Clemson baseball on ESPN. They won. Then it was time to head down the shore to the hotel where the festivities would start. We got there, bought 54 beers between the two of us(Earp was with us too, so technically it was between the three of us.) We are about to head to the hotel to check in, when we get a phone call from Forgetful(new name, explaination to follow) who is all over us about not coming to the Wine and Ice Cream party. So we check in, change, and head over to the aforementioned party. There was nothing to drink but water and wine, and ice cream to eat. I had some ice cream, but shyed away from the wine, because homey don't drink that. After we get introduced to the bridesmaids and other family in attendence, we make our way to the door and head back to the hotel to drink some beers. Of course, my room was the party room, which was absolutely fine with me. 4:00am, me and Forgetful are up still chatting about all sorts of stuff, and I told him that I had to call it a night.
Saturday, we're up early because of the 10am rehearsal. The bride had the rehearsal deal down to the T, it was very well organized. She may have talked down to us a little bit, but then again, it was her wedding and that's the way it should be. So no harm done there. It was a painless process, truly. Then, it was nap time, with the exception of my room being the party room, I guess that also meant that it was the place to watch the World Cup games too. I'm all about watching the world cup, but man, I was tired. Finally, at about 2:45 or so, I got to lay down. That's when ShitShow himself showed up, so rest was held to a minimum. When time for the rehearsal dinner came about, and showers were starting, it was noticed that there was absolutely no hot water. This was a problem. My three second shower was awful. The rehearsal dinner was well done. AYB3 and wife had some nice words to say and their gifts were well thought out and original. Beers were flowing. Then we went to a bar where we took over. I guess it's not hard to do when you walk in with about 30 people. There was karaoke going on. Earp stole the show with her rendition of a Fugees song. Simply brilliant, quite honestly. Brought the house down. Not taking anything away from her, but it wasn't hard to follow the quartet of yours truly, Rock, ShitShow, and Smokey's rendition of "The Right Stuff" by New Kids on the Block. Disturbing really. But AYB's uncle and cousin kept buying pitchers and I would strategically place myself near full ones, only to move to the next pitcher when one would empty. Once again, people came back to my room. On this night, I shared the room with ShitShow, and he lived up to his name. A push-up contest ensued ending with Smoke winning $100 off the ShitShow himself. It was debaucherous. We had one of the bridesmaids boyfriends with us latenight and he couldn't help but laugh throughout the entire debacle.
Sunday morning came and the groomsmen were all getting ready slowly, had to check out of my room, and shower elsewhere. That was quite inconvenient, but once again, I have great friends that let me do those things in their room. I started calling around to a couple of my fellow groomsmen and got in touch with Forgetful who was rather animated on the phone. Only to find out later that he forgot his tux at his home, and now was calling around the area to try to find out where he could get a replacement. It was, afterall, AYB's wedding, and he's a mess most of the time, so it made sense that someone would forget their tux. But if one person was going to pull off getting a new one, it was Forgetful. He did, by the way, pull it off, and showed up at the "church" with time to spare. The wedding was funny, no, really, Judge Connell, father of the best man, and friend of ours presided over the wedding and he added some funny quips about the groom and groomsmen that he's known since 1994. Added some humor to a nervewracking time. Kept the tears from flowing, for the most part.
The receiving line after the wedding was funny because no one wanted to talk to us, so people, awkwardly would come up to us, state their name and then walk on. Then Judge brought out some beers for us, and that was a welcome addition to the line. Cocktail hour to follow, and that was shortlived, probably because we were taking pictures, yet again, a painless process. Then the beers started to flow. One of the funny sidenotes was that there was an empty seat next to me at our table, and the waitress came by to ask what we wanted to drink and our meal choice. I ordered my filet and Miller Lite, and she asked if someone was sitting next to me, from which I responded a resounding "yes, and she'll have the filet and a Miller Lite." Lo and behold, out comes another Miller Lite and at dinner time, an extra filet. Pretty humorous. I had a piece of bread that I didn't eat, but I cut eyes and a mouth into it and fed it(her) beer and even some filet. Sort of humorous if you were there.
Then it was time for my song. For those that know me, know that if the bride wants me to perform my rendition of "It Takes Two" by Rob Base, all they have to do is tell the DJ. Well in this case, it was a band. But I was told that part of the process of choosing a band for their reception was the willingness to learn my song. This band did. The band director came up to me at the cocktail hour to discuss how we were going to go about doing things, etc. I was nervous because I'd never done that before. It was a new experience for a song that's been done numerous times, at many weddings. So nervy that I had Cookie bring me the lyrics because I didn't have the safety net of the cd vocals as my backup. Let me tell you, the band as my back-up singers was awesome. It was the coolest experience ever. It was also pretty neat that people were asking me when I was doing my song because that's what they wanted to see, and then they had to leave to make it to work the next day. It came earlier in the evening than any other wedding that I've performed at, and probably the most sober that I've done it as well. When I started the song, my peeps knew what to expect and they formed their semi-circle around me. There were probably about 20 people that were standing in this circle. I did my thing, and by the end of the song, I think less than 20 people were seated. There were no stupid lines, like, "did I win the lottery?" It was just the song and dance that I do. The dumb moves that make people smile. The dumb song that makes people laugh. And I love doing it as long as that's what the people want.
One last story. The ring bearer was the nephew of the bride. A neat little kid, really. But later on in the night there was a chocolate fountain with many things to dip into the fountain, like rice crispy treats, apples, marshmallows, etc. Well, he got the chocolate all over himself. When I saw him, I said, "Alex, you have shhhhhhhhhhh(wanting to say shit)megma all over your shirt. Well, as any seven year old would do, he started repeating the word shmegma, which, although not a dirty word, the definition is not very becoming. He then says, "I'm going to tell my Uncle Doug that I have shmegma all over my shirt." Well apparently he told everyone he possibly could that Creegs told him that he had ... all over his shirt. I left my mark at yet another wedding. The next morning at the brunch, he came right up to me and said, "I still remember the word from last night," and then proceeded to say it. I was hoping he'd forget, he didn't.
Good times, yet again with the friends. No girls this weekend. The bridesmaids all had boyfriends, who, with the exception of one, were pretty derrrrrn good guys and would fit in our group quite easily. Can't wait until Smoke and Earps in August!
Monday, June 12, 2006
AYB3's Wedding
Post coming at you on Tuesday, June 13! I'm too tired to write about it now, but there are some good stories, hopefully they come out!
Monday, June 05, 2006
It's Been Too Long and Friends
Sorry, once again. It seems like I'm saying that a lot. I've been SOOOOOOOOO busy with work, and physically and mentally tired at the end of each day. But I'm making really good money and making my boss and the VP of purchasing very happy, so things are good in my world, but I am working my butt off to have this success.
Yes, it was my birthday yesterday (June 4th, 1977 at 5:42am) and I did nothing and it was great. It's exactly what I wanted to do yesterday. I went out hard on Friday night here on "the island," drank a good bit on Saturday and laid low yesterday. It was wonderful. Thanks to all of you that sent your birthday wishes, it was overwhelming and much appreciated. I said to my mother later on in the day yesterday, that I've never had so many phone calls for one birthday ever. It almost got tiresome answering the phones. But don't mistake that, I really do appreciate each and every one of the calls. There's a line in a Tom Sartori song that goes, "Everyone that knows you, cannot help but love you..." When me and my roomate were listening to that song while heading out for grub the other night, it was quiet in the car and Citizen said, "that's you dude, that's what people say about you." I stopped to think about that for a second, and those that do, in fact, know me, know that I would never toot my own horn, especially when it comes to things like that because (a) I'm a bit shy and other than being on stage, I don't really like attention(sober), and (b) I'm not one of those people that thinks that a ton of people love me. I'm always worried that people don't like me, and I don't like that. I do relish all of my friendships and appreciate Citizen's comment on that evening. I do repeat this on this forum all the time, that I love my friends. I have the best family, and the best friends in the world. And like I said earlier, the response to people calling me yesterday all of the way until 11pm to wish me a happy birthday was unbelievable. It's not going to my head at all, but maybe I do have that effect on some people. I was talking to Smokey and Earp the other night on their way to a Pearl Jam show, and as the phone was being passed to Smoke, I overheard Earp say, "I love him." Now normally I would think that she was talking about Eddie Vedder, but I think she may have been talking about me! And the feelings are mutual. Synopsis of the last paragraph of ramble: My friends rule.
I pee on couches, on white sheets, on the floor, on myself, on peoples alarm clocks, while walking, and according to the Athens-Clarke County Police Department, in public TWICE, and yet people still let me stay at their houses, drink beers with me until I can't see or walk or talk or get bottles thrown at me . I am obnoxious on occasion, and people still call me weekly/nightly to hang out, and come down from other towns/cities to visit for weekends, or during the week(Mr. T). I constantly get asked to do a performance at friend's weddings that's my way of saying thank you for letting me be there, and it's foolish and crazy and out-of-control, but it's awesome that my friends let me do that.
This weekend, Mr. AYB3 will be getting married on the Jersey Shore, and I am looking forward to getting there for that and standing next to my boy while he takes the plunge, and his ball-cutting procedure is already scheduled, so congrats on that. It's going to be yet another opportunity to hang out with and catch up with friends. I've had three offers to pick me up at the airport on Friday because Mama and Papa Creegs are heading to see their granddaughter and unable to pick-up their bum of a son in Newark. It's awesome. I hope I don't take you guys for granted because that's not my intent at all. If I don't tell you guys that you're the best a lot, I apologize because you truly are. You all know who you are.
I apologize, I pride myself on making this forum a free-write of sorts for me. I sit down and tell myself I'm going to blog. I sit, start writing my initial thought and then branch off to other topics. This is just where this one went. Once again, I hope you enjoyed reading this mess. Nothing really exciting has been going on with me, therefore, no regular blogs. I went to visit Cheese and Hunt last weekend and we had a blast, but it was relatively mellow. I guess that's what happens when I missed all of Saturday due to Clemson baseball, and Sunday was spent at ZDP's crib with his parents and wife, along with Yarbs and wife and child. I always have a great time in Savannah. Without fail. I wish I was there this weekend, from the sounds of it, it was a Creegs-style weekend. Sorry I missed that.
Also, I would like to publically say congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Yarbs on their new addition to the family. A happy, healthy new daughter, Charlotte. I've seen you guys in action as parents, and it's pretty weird and impressive at the same time. Weird because I used to get shitfaced with Yarbs before rehearsals for "Look Homeward, Angel," and now he's a good dad. It's cool to see. So congratulations Yarbs family!!!
All in all, thanks again for all of the phone calls, emails, voice mails wishing me a happy birthday. I have the best group of friends in the world, and know that I appreciate you guys more than you'll ever know!!!
Yes, it was my birthday yesterday (June 4th, 1977 at 5:42am) and I did nothing and it was great. It's exactly what I wanted to do yesterday. I went out hard on Friday night here on "the island," drank a good bit on Saturday and laid low yesterday. It was wonderful. Thanks to all of you that sent your birthday wishes, it was overwhelming and much appreciated. I said to my mother later on in the day yesterday, that I've never had so many phone calls for one birthday ever. It almost got tiresome answering the phones. But don't mistake that, I really do appreciate each and every one of the calls. There's a line in a Tom Sartori song that goes, "Everyone that knows you, cannot help but love you..." When me and my roomate were listening to that song while heading out for grub the other night, it was quiet in the car and Citizen said, "that's you dude, that's what people say about you." I stopped to think about that for a second, and those that do, in fact, know me, know that I would never toot my own horn, especially when it comes to things like that because (a) I'm a bit shy and other than being on stage, I don't really like attention(sober), and (b) I'm not one of those people that thinks that a ton of people love me. I'm always worried that people don't like me, and I don't like that. I do relish all of my friendships and appreciate Citizen's comment on that evening. I do repeat this on this forum all the time, that I love my friends. I have the best family, and the best friends in the world. And like I said earlier, the response to people calling me yesterday all of the way until 11pm to wish me a happy birthday was unbelievable. It's not going to my head at all, but maybe I do have that effect on some people. I was talking to Smokey and Earp the other night on their way to a Pearl Jam show, and as the phone was being passed to Smoke, I overheard Earp say, "I love him." Now normally I would think that she was talking about Eddie Vedder, but I think she may have been talking about me! And the feelings are mutual. Synopsis of the last paragraph of ramble: My friends rule.
I pee on couches, on white sheets, on the floor, on myself, on peoples alarm clocks, while walking, and according to the Athens-Clarke County Police Department, in public TWICE, and yet people still let me stay at their houses, drink beers with me until I can't see or walk or talk or get bottles thrown at me . I am obnoxious on occasion, and people still call me weekly/nightly to hang out, and come down from other towns/cities to visit for weekends, or during the week(Mr. T). I constantly get asked to do a performance at friend's weddings that's my way of saying thank you for letting me be there, and it's foolish and crazy and out-of-control, but it's awesome that my friends let me do that.
This weekend, Mr. AYB3 will be getting married on the Jersey Shore, and I am looking forward to getting there for that and standing next to my boy while he takes the plunge, and his ball-cutting procedure is already scheduled, so congrats on that. It's going to be yet another opportunity to hang out with and catch up with friends. I've had three offers to pick me up at the airport on Friday because Mama and Papa Creegs are heading to see their granddaughter and unable to pick-up their bum of a son in Newark. It's awesome. I hope I don't take you guys for granted because that's not my intent at all. If I don't tell you guys that you're the best a lot, I apologize because you truly are. You all know who you are.
I apologize, I pride myself on making this forum a free-write of sorts for me. I sit down and tell myself I'm going to blog. I sit, start writing my initial thought and then branch off to other topics. This is just where this one went. Once again, I hope you enjoyed reading this mess. Nothing really exciting has been going on with me, therefore, no regular blogs. I went to visit Cheese and Hunt last weekend and we had a blast, but it was relatively mellow. I guess that's what happens when I missed all of Saturday due to Clemson baseball, and Sunday was spent at ZDP's crib with his parents and wife, along with Yarbs and wife and child. I always have a great time in Savannah. Without fail. I wish I was there this weekend, from the sounds of it, it was a Creegs-style weekend. Sorry I missed that.
Also, I would like to publically say congratulations to Mr. and Mrs. Yarbs on their new addition to the family. A happy, healthy new daughter, Charlotte. I've seen you guys in action as parents, and it's pretty weird and impressive at the same time. Weird because I used to get shitfaced with Yarbs before rehearsals for "Look Homeward, Angel," and now he's a good dad. It's cool to see. So congratulations Yarbs family!!!
All in all, thanks again for all of the phone calls, emails, voice mails wishing me a happy birthday. I have the best group of friends in the world, and know that I appreciate you guys more than you'll ever know!!!
Monday, May 22, 2006
Off-Schedule Again...
Well after a long, arduous week of work, I'm back to writing. Not sure if anything is going to make sense because my brain is officially fried, but some would argue that it's always been that way. Maybe my ability to black-out is affecting that, I'm not sure. Oh well. Onto my week that was and maybe a bit something off-track from the usual useless banter that I throw down on this website. First, I'm sorry to the loyal readers for not having something to read and/or smirk at. Here's something...
For someone that's not a very political person, today, I just found out that maybe I do have some thoughts concerning politics. I just found out that my cousin, (dad's cousin's son, so my 2nd cousin?? Doesn't matter really, I talk to the kid on the phone, kept in touch with him in college, we're relatively close), just got sent over to Iraq to fight in this war that apparently we're involved in. I'm kidding. I know we're in a war, and I support the troops 150%, you can bank on that, but I've not really had anything hit me harder than when I heard this news today. I've been involved with what's been going on, but not to the extent of maybe I should be. Everyday, when I pick up the newspaper, I get a knot in my stomach when the headlines read that more troops were killed, now my cousin, family, friend is over there fighting this war, and there is a possibility, no matter how slight, that those headlines could read his name one day. God forbid, but I can't help but think that. Granted, there are tens if not hundreds of thousands of troops that will come back unscathed, and I think Jimmy Edwards will be one of them, but... So basically what I'm saying is back the troops. I've heard and now seen the effects and strains it can put on a mother, father, brother and sister, grandparents, and even second cousins.
Something unrelated, sort of, but as I was writing that last paragraph it reminded me. I do have a myspace page. I'm not going to tell you where it is, but if you know my full name, you'll be able to find it. I was searching for something the other day and ran across a page dedicated to 9/11. Having watched the second plane enter the second tower from the third floor at Seton Hall Prep in West Orange, NJ, and seeing parents of students walking in to pick up their kids with soot all over them, crying and then hearing about the fellow alumni, who we all knew, that were among the missing and presumed dead, I had a vested interest in this page. Granted, everyone was affected by this tragedy almost 5 years ago, but having it hit so close to home, I stopped by this webpage and read. And man oh man, it's gutwrenching to read. Almost hard to read.
On to somethings a little lighter. My liver hurts. I missed AYB3's bachelor party in Newport, RI this past weekend and for most of you, you know it was hard, damn near impossible for me to say no to a bachelor party for a friend, especially when you're "in" the wedding party, but I did. I had to really. Financially, it just didn't make sense for me to go, unfortunately. BUT, I did manage to drink my body weight in vodka/lemonades on Friday night. It got to the point that I didn't get out of bed on Saturday at all. It was really pretty sad. I've been hungover before and useless before, but this was a new definition of the both of them. I was hurting something awful. I don't think words can describe how hurting I was. I woke up at 11:30am, face down on my couch, legs hanging off the end. Apparently, (and no one knows for sure) I must have gotten up to get something to drink and just fell onto the couch not to move again until 11:30, when I got up and the headache kicked in, and stomach not feeling right. I did manage to go to Taco Bell and get some lunch, but came directly home, and ate A taco and went back to the bed. I watched tv for some time, then around 2:30pm, I took a nap. At 10:30pm, when I opened my eyes, I felt better but still not great, and then at 11:30, I got up and had a Gatorade. I think I could write a movie based on my Friday night though, even just from what I remember. I've been gathering facts from people, and suprisingly, I did nothing stupid. Seriously. I didn't, I promise. No peeing in public, nothing. But I was involved in some crazy happenings that I'm not sure I'm going to divulge on this open forum. I will tell some, who am I to hold details from you people. It all started on Thursday night when I called BamaBoy(new name on the blog, not a reader), he's a manager at my old job in mortgages who lives on the island too. I said, and I quote,
Me: What are you doing tomorrow?
BB: Don't know, why?
Me: Because I want to do some drinking with you on the island.
BB: okay.
So Friday came and I had softball. We got beat 24-2. My team had three hits, I had one. I only batted once. That's what happens when you only play three innings because of the TWENTY RUN RULE!!! Oh well, it happens. So I went home, BB was already down at the bar with some peeps so I thought it'd be a good idea to drink some beers quick to get a good base coat. Seven beers and thirty minutes later, I had put a second coat on. AND The Skulls was on, which happens to be one of my favorite dumb movies of all time. So BB called and asked where I was, I said that I was "chugging beers" and I'd be there in 10 minutes. This was at 9:45. At 10:40, I was leaving my place because the movie drew me in. We're drinking some beers down at the bar, I had my own pitcher because...everybody...that's how I roll. Then BB's girlfriend and married friend walk into the bar, and my roomie's there and another friend and his girlfriend are there as well. There's 7 of us. One of the girls suggests that we go to another bar across the street because, "they have liquor." Of course the first question I ask Joel, the bartender is "do you have lemonade?" Obviously, if you didn't skip down the page, you already know his answer. So 156 VL's later and the married girl loves her some Creegs, telling me that the only reason she's still with her husband is because of their son. All I hear though is, blah blah blah {censored}, blah blah blah. (yes, I censored my own writing), and then plants a kiss on me. Not sure how I was feeling about that, I stayed right in my seat and wondered if that would happen again. That's all I have to say about that. Later in the evening, me, BB, his girlfriend and married girl are at BB's place just hanging, drinking more beer, playing with their dog, laughing doing what I do best. The next thing I remember is BB's girlfriend pushing married girl to the ground and MG(married girl) is laying there in a heap, looking like she was dead. None of us did anything. BB's girl went to bed, and me and BB were looking at each other thinking, we should probably do something. Well BB's girl comes back out of the bedroom claiming to call the cops to get MG out of their house, to which MG grabs a wine bottle off the counter and hurls it across the kitchen, exploding it through the oven glass. Unfortunately, I was in the bathroom, but heard the loudest crashing noise I've ever heard. When I walked out, I heard screaming, BB called MG's husband to come pick her up. I walked outside when Husband came, and BB looked at me and said, "I think this night is over Creegs." I took the hint. I wanted to help clean up, but they wanted to asses the situation in the morning. So I called my roomate to tell him to stay awake because I had a story. He was at 7-11, which I thought I was near, and so I walked there to meet up with him. He was with a bartender from one of the island bars (super cute girl), and her friend. I wanted him to drive me home, he wanted a wing man, he won. I remember walking into the bartenders apartment, and she opened an Amstel Light for us all, and then the next thing I remember is being face down in my couch at 11:30 in the morning. That's my story. I pretty much said it all there. Even though I didn't think I was going to.
Hope everyone has a great week. I'm heading up to Jacksonville/Savannah this weekend for the ACC Baseball Tournament...er...I mean, Hunt and FineCheese's celebration of living in Savannah for one full year. Hope I write before then though. Thanks for reading!
For someone that's not a very political person, today, I just found out that maybe I do have some thoughts concerning politics. I just found out that my cousin, (dad's cousin's son, so my 2nd cousin?? Doesn't matter really, I talk to the kid on the phone, kept in touch with him in college, we're relatively close), just got sent over to Iraq to fight in this war that apparently we're involved in. I'm kidding. I know we're in a war, and I support the troops 150%, you can bank on that, but I've not really had anything hit me harder than when I heard this news today. I've been involved with what's been going on, but not to the extent of maybe I should be. Everyday, when I pick up the newspaper, I get a knot in my stomach when the headlines read that more troops were killed, now my cousin, family, friend is over there fighting this war, and there is a possibility, no matter how slight, that those headlines could read his name one day. God forbid, but I can't help but think that. Granted, there are tens if not hundreds of thousands of troops that will come back unscathed, and I think Jimmy Edwards will be one of them, but... So basically what I'm saying is back the troops. I've heard and now seen the effects and strains it can put on a mother, father, brother and sister, grandparents, and even second cousins.
Something unrelated, sort of, but as I was writing that last paragraph it reminded me. I do have a myspace page. I'm not going to tell you where it is, but if you know my full name, you'll be able to find it. I was searching for something the other day and ran across a page dedicated to 9/11. Having watched the second plane enter the second tower from the third floor at Seton Hall Prep in West Orange, NJ, and seeing parents of students walking in to pick up their kids with soot all over them, crying and then hearing about the fellow alumni, who we all knew, that were among the missing and presumed dead, I had a vested interest in this page. Granted, everyone was affected by this tragedy almost 5 years ago, but having it hit so close to home, I stopped by this webpage and read. And man oh man, it's gutwrenching to read. Almost hard to read.
On to somethings a little lighter. My liver hurts. I missed AYB3's bachelor party in Newport, RI this past weekend and for most of you, you know it was hard, damn near impossible for me to say no to a bachelor party for a friend, especially when you're "in" the wedding party, but I did. I had to really. Financially, it just didn't make sense for me to go, unfortunately. BUT, I did manage to drink my body weight in vodka/lemonades on Friday night. It got to the point that I didn't get out of bed on Saturday at all. It was really pretty sad. I've been hungover before and useless before, but this was a new definition of the both of them. I was hurting something awful. I don't think words can describe how hurting I was. I woke up at 11:30am, face down on my couch, legs hanging off the end. Apparently, (and no one knows for sure) I must have gotten up to get something to drink and just fell onto the couch not to move again until 11:30, when I got up and the headache kicked in, and stomach not feeling right. I did manage to go to Taco Bell and get some lunch, but came directly home, and ate A taco and went back to the bed. I watched tv for some time, then around 2:30pm, I took a nap. At 10:30pm, when I opened my eyes, I felt better but still not great, and then at 11:30, I got up and had a Gatorade. I think I could write a movie based on my Friday night though, even just from what I remember. I've been gathering facts from people, and suprisingly, I did nothing stupid. Seriously. I didn't, I promise. No peeing in public, nothing. But I was involved in some crazy happenings that I'm not sure I'm going to divulge on this open forum. I will tell some, who am I to hold details from you people. It all started on Thursday night when I called BamaBoy(new name on the blog, not a reader), he's a manager at my old job in mortgages who lives on the island too. I said, and I quote,
Me: What are you doing tomorrow?
BB: Don't know, why?
Me: Because I want to do some drinking with you on the island.
BB: okay.
So Friday came and I had softball. We got beat 24-2. My team had three hits, I had one. I only batted once. That's what happens when you only play three innings because of the TWENTY RUN RULE!!! Oh well, it happens. So I went home, BB was already down at the bar with some peeps so I thought it'd be a good idea to drink some beers quick to get a good base coat. Seven beers and thirty minutes later, I had put a second coat on. AND The Skulls was on, which happens to be one of my favorite dumb movies of all time. So BB called and asked where I was, I said that I was "chugging beers" and I'd be there in 10 minutes. This was at 9:45. At 10:40, I was leaving my place because the movie drew me in. We're drinking some beers down at the bar, I had my own pitcher because...everybody...that's how I roll. Then BB's girlfriend and married friend walk into the bar, and my roomie's there and another friend and his girlfriend are there as well. There's 7 of us. One of the girls suggests that we go to another bar across the street because, "they have liquor." Of course the first question I ask Joel, the bartender is "do you have lemonade?" Obviously, if you didn't skip down the page, you already know his answer. So 156 VL's later and the married girl loves her some Creegs, telling me that the only reason she's still with her husband is because of their son. All I hear though is, blah blah blah {censored}, blah blah blah. (yes, I censored my own writing), and then plants a kiss on me. Not sure how I was feeling about that, I stayed right in my seat and wondered if that would happen again. That's all I have to say about that. Later in the evening, me, BB, his girlfriend and married girl are at BB's place just hanging, drinking more beer, playing with their dog, laughing doing what I do best. The next thing I remember is BB's girlfriend pushing married girl to the ground and MG(married girl) is laying there in a heap, looking like she was dead. None of us did anything. BB's girl went to bed, and me and BB were looking at each other thinking, we should probably do something. Well BB's girl comes back out of the bedroom claiming to call the cops to get MG out of their house, to which MG grabs a wine bottle off the counter and hurls it across the kitchen, exploding it through the oven glass. Unfortunately, I was in the bathroom, but heard the loudest crashing noise I've ever heard. When I walked out, I heard screaming, BB called MG's husband to come pick her up. I walked outside when Husband came, and BB looked at me and said, "I think this night is over Creegs." I took the hint. I wanted to help clean up, but they wanted to asses the situation in the morning. So I called my roomate to tell him to stay awake because I had a story. He was at 7-11, which I thought I was near, and so I walked there to meet up with him. He was with a bartender from one of the island bars (super cute girl), and her friend. I wanted him to drive me home, he wanted a wing man, he won. I remember walking into the bartenders apartment, and she opened an Amstel Light for us all, and then the next thing I remember is being face down in my couch at 11:30 in the morning. That's my story. I pretty much said it all there. Even though I didn't think I was going to.
Hope everyone has a great week. I'm heading up to Jacksonville/Savannah this weekend for the ACC Baseball Tournament...er...I mean, Hunt and FineCheese's celebration of living in Savannah for one full year. Hope I write before then though. Thanks for reading!
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Good Joke
Not posting anything original today, just got an email from an old friend today, and I laughed pretty hard at it. Not sure if it's funny, or that I wanted to just laugh really hard at something, anything. Being sick sucks! Enjoy!
This is why you should know your limits when drinking tequila.
An Oklahoma man walks into a bar, notices a very large jar on the counter, and sees that it's filled to the brim with $10 bills. He guesses there must be thousands of dollars in it. He approaches the bartender and asks, "What's up with the jar?" "Well, you pay $10 and if you pass three tests, you get all the money." The man certainly isn't going to pass this up. "What are the three tests?" "Pay first, those are the rules." says the bartender. So the man gives him the $10 and the bartender drops it into the jar. "OK," the bartender says, "Here's what you need to do: First - You have to drink that entire quart of pepper tequila, the whole thing, all at once...and you can't make a face while doing it. Second, there's a pit bull chained-up out back with a sore tooth. You have to remove the tooth with your bare hands. Third. - There's a 90-year old woman upstairs who has never reached orgasm during intercourse. You've gotta make things right for her." The Oklahoman is stunned. "I know I paid my $10, but I'm not an idiot! I won't do it! You have to be nuts to drink a quart of pepper tequila, and then do those other things..." "Your call," says the bartender, "but your money stays where it is." As time goes on and the Oklahoman has a few drinks, then a few more, he asks, "Where's the tequila?" He grabs the quart with both hands and downs it with a big slurp. He has tears streaming down both cheeks, but he doesn't make a face. Next, he staggers out back where the pit bull is chained-up and soon the people inside the bar hear a horribly noisy scuffle going on outside. They hear the pit bull barking, the guy screaming, the pit bull yelping and then, total silence. Just when they think the man surely must be dead, he staggers back into the bar, with his shirt ripped and large bloody scratches all over his body.
"Ok, where's the 90 year old woman with the sore tooth?"
This is why you should know your limits when drinking tequila.
An Oklahoma man walks into a bar, notices a very large jar on the counter, and sees that it's filled to the brim with $10 bills. He guesses there must be thousands of dollars in it. He approaches the bartender and asks, "What's up with the jar?" "Well, you pay $10 and if you pass three tests, you get all the money." The man certainly isn't going to pass this up. "What are the three tests?" "Pay first, those are the rules." says the bartender. So the man gives him the $10 and the bartender drops it into the jar. "OK," the bartender says, "Here's what you need to do: First - You have to drink that entire quart of pepper tequila, the whole thing, all at once...and you can't make a face while doing it. Second, there's a pit bull chained-up out back with a sore tooth. You have to remove the tooth with your bare hands. Third. - There's a 90-year old woman upstairs who has never reached orgasm during intercourse. You've gotta make things right for her." The Oklahoman is stunned. "I know I paid my $10, but I'm not an idiot! I won't do it! You have to be nuts to drink a quart of pepper tequila, and then do those other things..." "Your call," says the bartender, "but your money stays where it is." As time goes on and the Oklahoman has a few drinks, then a few more, he asks, "Where's the tequila?" He grabs the quart with both hands and downs it with a big slurp. He has tears streaming down both cheeks, but he doesn't make a face. Next, he staggers out back where the pit bull is chained-up and soon the people inside the bar hear a horribly noisy scuffle going on outside. They hear the pit bull barking, the guy screaming, the pit bull yelping and then, total silence. Just when they think the man surely must be dead, he staggers back into the bar, with his shirt ripped and large bloody scratches all over his body.
"Ok, where's the 90 year old woman with the sore tooth?"
Monday, May 08, 2006
First Softball Game and Savannah Invasion
Friday night was the resurrection of Creegs as "softball guy." I had my first game back into the great world of men's softball with my team from Ferman Chevrolet in Brandon, FL. It was good to be part of the team, I'd been crushing the snot out of the ball in practices and now it was time to show what I had on the field. Long story short, I went 1-3, weak grounder to short and a weak pop to left, and a single. I did have the play of the game, as cited by my teammates in the sixth inning when I was on first, the #7 batter popped up to right, I just started running around the bases because there were two outs. I heard cheers from our dugout so I knew that the ball had been dropped by the outfielder. I stop at third and take a look, to which I see the ball on the ground. I rev up the motor on this steam roller and head for the plate(not a smart move.) I take one glance to my left and see that the ball is being thrown towards the plate and I just dive into home. The ball goes over the catchers head and there wasn't a play, but my uniform(yes, we have uni's, I wear #14) was covered in brown and white dirt. The white coming from the foul lines. Got back in the dugout with people laughing and giving me high-fives(I love high-fives), some spectators even told me that I couldn't even approach their cars after the game, which was pretty funny. I was spitting dirt for the next two innings. Ferman did end up losing 15-9, in a spirited effort by the car boys. Losing by six to a team that beat us by 16 the first time around. Not too shabby. We're making progress. We did have the bases loaded with one out in the seventh inning with the #4 and #5 hitters up, and that's where the night ended for us. No game next week because of Mother's Day weekend, but we're back at it the week after. Good times, I'm glad to be back, and it's a good bunch of guys playing on a not good team.
Hunter, FineCheese, and Wolv invaded the West-Central Florida coast this weekend, and good times were had once again. Cheese had her way with some Jell-o shots, Wolv was a deer in headlights when I stole him from the rest of the group to continue binge drinking. Hunt was all smiles, enjoying the sun, the bars and the food. Good people, really. Looking forward to getting back up to Savannah to continue what we started down here. And by that I mean, Hunt and Cheese decided that 12:30 was past their bedtime on Saturday night. I think Cheese went a little hard a little early with Bill Cosby's favorite dessert and she sort of crashed out early. I thought she had packed "fun cheese," but apparently she left that in savannah. It's all good though. I give her a hard time, and she doesn't deserve it. I'm spoiled, in that I get to see them a lot, and it never stops amazing me how much of a good time we have, no matter what we're doing. Went to the beach on Saturday afternoon, and had a bunch of laughs. Ate dinner at Brother Hunter's house on Saturday night, more laughs ensued, and then the bar. (Still no call from our waitress, but I'm waiting with baited breath, haha)
Mark it on your calendars. End of the month, I will be invading Savannah yet again, after a long, unnecessary hiatus from there. Attitude Improvements will be running wild! Thanks again for the visit. Always good to have a sense of "home" around.
Busy week of work for me this week. Probably won't be too much going on, but I'll keep you loyals abreast of any exciting happenings in my world. Have a great week!
Hunter, FineCheese, and Wolv invaded the West-Central Florida coast this weekend, and good times were had once again. Cheese had her way with some Jell-o shots, Wolv was a deer in headlights when I stole him from the rest of the group to continue binge drinking. Hunt was all smiles, enjoying the sun, the bars and the food. Good people, really. Looking forward to getting back up to Savannah to continue what we started down here. And by that I mean, Hunt and Cheese decided that 12:30 was past their bedtime on Saturday night. I think Cheese went a little hard a little early with Bill Cosby's favorite dessert and she sort of crashed out early. I thought she had packed "fun cheese," but apparently she left that in savannah. It's all good though. I give her a hard time, and she doesn't deserve it. I'm spoiled, in that I get to see them a lot, and it never stops amazing me how much of a good time we have, no matter what we're doing. Went to the beach on Saturday afternoon, and had a bunch of laughs. Ate dinner at Brother Hunter's house on Saturday night, more laughs ensued, and then the bar. (Still no call from our waitress, but I'm waiting with baited breath, haha)
Mark it on your calendars. End of the month, I will be invading Savannah yet again, after a long, unnecessary hiatus from there. Attitude Improvements will be running wild! Thanks again for the visit. Always good to have a sense of "home" around.
Busy week of work for me this week. Probably won't be too much going on, but I'll keep you loyals abreast of any exciting happenings in my world. Have a great week!
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Finally!!!
Here it is. It's 11:11pm in the Tampa Bay area, and I wanted to go to bed, but I told my loyal readers that I would come up with a reflection on my recent trip for Smokey's Bachelor Party to Key West. In the same vain I would like to point out that my memory may be a bit shady and I may hold some details close to the vest to protect the innocent. If my memory serves me correct, and with my ability to "black-out," I doubt it will serve me at all, I don't believe we were assholes at all during the weekend, although mine was almost violated, but I'll save that for the next paragraph or so.
It all starts on Friday, when I got in the car to drive to Ft. Lauderdale to pick up a few of the buddies to drive to Key West. Six people got into a van, me and two others in the Liberty and headed on our way. Mind you, I had just packed all of my stuff up in boxes the night before for my roomate to move for me. He's a good seed, and I would like to publically thank him again for doing so, so that I could live some debaucherous moments with great friends. That trip from Lauderdale to Key West seems to take an eternity, and with AYB3's bladder, it did take an eternity. A stop every thirty miles or so, so that the kid could pee, and that's with peeing in a bottle twice in the car. Wow! So anyway, we get there and immediately head out to grad some drinks and some dinner at Margaritaville on Duval Street. Beers started flowing nicely, and I knew after the first one that it was going to be a long night. We head down to Hog's Breath among other places for some more binge drinking before heading to Mallory Square to indulge in some more adult beverages and the celebration of the sunset, which, if you haven't ever seen in Key West, it's pretty impressive. I highly recommend it. Me and Beef find the Hilton bar, where they serve Mojito's and my favorite Vodka/Lemonade. I made the mistake of telling the bartender that I didn't think there was any alcohol in my drink to which he made a vodka, with a splash of lemonade for my next drink. I now knew that I was in trouble for the rest of the night. Me and the Beef finally meet up with the rest of the crew at a bar with dancing and still more drinks, outdoor air and some girl that played Cinderella as part of the college program at Disney. Whatever, that's another story for another day. The funny part is that no one hooked up with her. Actually only one guy was hitting on her, worked it HARD for two days and still got nowhere, but we won't mention HAHN's name. What a puss. Anyway. We start drinking some more, maybe mixed in an adult establishment and a couple slices of pizza. Somehow, I don't remember how, me and the Beef get separated again from the group and decide to find the beach, or at least the water, which you'd think wouldn't be hard in Key West. Well, you'd be thinking wrong. We hopped many a fence and were in places that we definitely should not have been. Finally, we're walking down Duval St. back towards the hotel, when we're approached by three obviously homosexual men walking as well. One very intoxicated, like myself. My attention was somewhere else, and this intoxicated gentleman walked up to Beef and said, "which one of you boys is sleeping with me tonight" to which Beef pointed directly to me, and my attention got drawn back to the drunk and like a deer in headlights saw this man say, "You are CUTE!" and pinched my nipples, winked and went on his way. I think the Beef laughed so hard beer from earlier in the night came out his nose. Disturbed, but undaunted, we continued out trek to find water. We jump yet another fence and walk out onto a pier. One of the obviously...you get the point, followed us and was watching as we were sitting on the pier enjoying the Gulf of Mexico and the breeze, but not in a Brokeback way. About two minutes after sitting down, we see a light shining our way and hear over a loudspeaker, "Trespassing!" We walk back, jump back over the fence and talk with the police officer who basically tells us we're assholes for jumping a fence, gives us the whatfor and then sends us on our way unscathed. By the time we got back to the Marlin, everyone was in bed, and that was a smart move for us to do as well.
Saturday, we rented scooters, and if you've never had the chance to see 12 grown-ass men on scooters, it's a site to see. I think there are pictures somewhere, and yes, that is AYB3 with a helmet on. Just because they've had 116 major injuries this year doesn't scare the rest of us (yes, I did just read about that today.) 6pm rolls around, we start drinking in the room, go to dinner, beers are still flowing, back to the bars. We went to Fat Tuesday, which if you've never been, don't go. They have the margaritta-type drinks with grain alcohol in them. Three "190 Octane's" later and I couldn't see. All in all a good night. Not nearly as exciting for me as Friday, but extremely fun nonetheless, and it's ALWAYS good to hang out with the boys and drink ourselves silly for a few days in a place that we would've not normally gone to alone.
Sunday, we got up, did some breakfast and it was back on the road. And here we are, on Wednesday, working off a bit of a cold, working hard, and getting myself ready for another Savannah invasion, this time with Wolv mixed in with Cheese and the Hunt! Should be some times.
The new place of mine is cool, great locale and I invite everyone that reads to come down and walk to some cool bars with me and enjoy the Florida lifestyle. Congrats to Earp and Smoke on their upcoming wedding, as well as AY and his bride, and The Beef and his lovely. I'm honored to be standing up for you guys, and I look forward to the stories of my antics afterwards.
It all starts on Friday, when I got in the car to drive to Ft. Lauderdale to pick up a few of the buddies to drive to Key West. Six people got into a van, me and two others in the Liberty and headed on our way. Mind you, I had just packed all of my stuff up in boxes the night before for my roomate to move for me. He's a good seed, and I would like to publically thank him again for doing so, so that I could live some debaucherous moments with great friends. That trip from Lauderdale to Key West seems to take an eternity, and with AYB3's bladder, it did take an eternity. A stop every thirty miles or so, so that the kid could pee, and that's with peeing in a bottle twice in the car. Wow! So anyway, we get there and immediately head out to grad some drinks and some dinner at Margaritaville on Duval Street. Beers started flowing nicely, and I knew after the first one that it was going to be a long night. We head down to Hog's Breath among other places for some more binge drinking before heading to Mallory Square to indulge in some more adult beverages and the celebration of the sunset, which, if you haven't ever seen in Key West, it's pretty impressive. I highly recommend it. Me and Beef find the Hilton bar, where they serve Mojito's and my favorite Vodka/Lemonade. I made the mistake of telling the bartender that I didn't think there was any alcohol in my drink to which he made a vodka, with a splash of lemonade for my next drink. I now knew that I was in trouble for the rest of the night. Me and the Beef finally meet up with the rest of the crew at a bar with dancing and still more drinks, outdoor air and some girl that played Cinderella as part of the college program at Disney. Whatever, that's another story for another day. The funny part is that no one hooked up with her. Actually only one guy was hitting on her, worked it HARD for two days and still got nowhere, but we won't mention HAHN's name. What a puss. Anyway. We start drinking some more, maybe mixed in an adult establishment and a couple slices of pizza. Somehow, I don't remember how, me and the Beef get separated again from the group and decide to find the beach, or at least the water, which you'd think wouldn't be hard in Key West. Well, you'd be thinking wrong. We hopped many a fence and were in places that we definitely should not have been. Finally, we're walking down Duval St. back towards the hotel, when we're approached by three obviously homosexual men walking as well. One very intoxicated, like myself. My attention was somewhere else, and this intoxicated gentleman walked up to Beef and said, "which one of you boys is sleeping with me tonight" to which Beef pointed directly to me, and my attention got drawn back to the drunk and like a deer in headlights saw this man say, "You are CUTE!" and pinched my nipples, winked and went on his way. I think the Beef laughed so hard beer from earlier in the night came out his nose. Disturbed, but undaunted, we continued out trek to find water. We jump yet another fence and walk out onto a pier. One of the obviously...you get the point, followed us and was watching as we were sitting on the pier enjoying the Gulf of Mexico and the breeze, but not in a Brokeback way. About two minutes after sitting down, we see a light shining our way and hear over a loudspeaker, "Trespassing!" We walk back, jump back over the fence and talk with the police officer who basically tells us we're assholes for jumping a fence, gives us the whatfor and then sends us on our way unscathed. By the time we got back to the Marlin, everyone was in bed, and that was a smart move for us to do as well.
Saturday, we rented scooters, and if you've never had the chance to see 12 grown-ass men on scooters, it's a site to see. I think there are pictures somewhere, and yes, that is AYB3 with a helmet on. Just because they've had 116 major injuries this year doesn't scare the rest of us (yes, I did just read about that today.) 6pm rolls around, we start drinking in the room, go to dinner, beers are still flowing, back to the bars. We went to Fat Tuesday, which if you've never been, don't go. They have the margaritta-type drinks with grain alcohol in them. Three "190 Octane's" later and I couldn't see. All in all a good night. Not nearly as exciting for me as Friday, but extremely fun nonetheless, and it's ALWAYS good to hang out with the boys and drink ourselves silly for a few days in a place that we would've not normally gone to alone.
Sunday, we got up, did some breakfast and it was back on the road. And here we are, on Wednesday, working off a bit of a cold, working hard, and getting myself ready for another Savannah invasion, this time with Wolv mixed in with Cheese and the Hunt! Should be some times.
The new place of mine is cool, great locale and I invite everyone that reads to come down and walk to some cool bars with me and enjoy the Florida lifestyle. Congrats to Earp and Smoke on their upcoming wedding, as well as AY and his bride, and The Beef and his lovely. I'm honored to be standing up for you guys, and I look forward to the stories of my antics afterwards.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Sorry...BUT...
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!
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-3990108174547613353
Enjoy!
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!
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