I Will Possess Your Heart
Still alive!
The last month has just been a lot of working. I would not call this a rut by any means, but life certainly has fallen into a quasi-predictable rhythm. There have been a few left-field events in the last few weeks I guess. Let's review.
I went back to Rose this weekend for the Pike Spring Foam party. The Mrs. had some girl-type stuff she was going to do so I didn't have to feel bad about up and leaving for the weekend. It was a damn fine time, or so people tell me. I didn't ever actually make it to the actual foam, but what was there for me anyway? Probably just some kind of foam disease. I think I remember drinking beer out of a big trophy... let's consult the pictures. Ah yes, there.
It was the old man's birthday last week and we picked him up one of those mini kegerators designed to fit those 5-liter kegs. I mean, those things weren't meant to fit in real fridges anyway. I think its going to get a lot of use.
We made our way over to Dime-A-Dog night with the Homans last week. Tony, if you're reading this, let me know what you think of being called "The Homans". Let me know if you think it fits. The Clippers got mostly annihilated unless they pulled it out in the bottom of the ninth. The real winner in that game was the guy in front of us who purchased 5 boxes of hot-dogs (totalling about 40) and then just took them home after the 7th inning. Ah, baseball.
Hell's Kitchen is back in full swing a bit earlier than usual. I've yet to make it to a Treehouse showing, but I hope to soon remedy that.
I suppose that will be all for now. I will make it a point not to let a month go by before doing this again. As a side-note for those who tuned in last month, I am now caught up on lost. 70 episodes in 7 weeks, you can work out just how much lame that is.
Adieu.
The last month has just been a lot of working. I would not call this a rut by any means, but life certainly has fallen into a quasi-predictable rhythm. There have been a few left-field events in the last few weeks I guess. Let's review.
I went back to Rose this weekend for the Pike Spring Foam party. The Mrs. had some girl-type stuff she was going to do so I didn't have to feel bad about up and leaving for the weekend. It was a damn fine time, or so people tell me. I didn't ever actually make it to the actual foam, but what was there for me anyway? Probably just some kind of foam disease. I think I remember drinking beer out of a big trophy... let's consult the pictures. Ah yes, there.
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| Spring Foam '08 |
It was the old man's birthday last week and we picked him up one of those mini kegerators designed to fit those 5-liter kegs. I mean, those things weren't meant to fit in real fridges anyway. I think its going to get a lot of use.
We made our way over to Dime-A-Dog night with the Homans last week. Tony, if you're reading this, let me know what you think of being called "The Homans". Let me know if you think it fits. The Clippers got mostly annihilated unless they pulled it out in the bottom of the ninth. The real winner in that game was the guy in front of us who purchased 5 boxes of hot-dogs (totalling about 40) and then just took them home after the 7th inning. Ah, baseball.
Hell's Kitchen is back in full swing a bit earlier than usual. I've yet to make it to a Treehouse showing, but I hope to soon remedy that.
I suppose that will be all for now. I will make it a point not to let a month go by before doing this again. As a side-note for those who tuned in last month, I am now caught up on lost. 70 episodes in 7 weeks, you can work out just how much lame that is.
Adieu.
YEAH TROPHY!!!!!
I don't think I'm ok with you calling "The Tonys" "The Homans", but I don't think you give a damn about what I think about that.
GO MUDHENS!!