Cheese Bushes in Paradise

The weekend was of course... a little crazy. But that is to be expected if you ask me at this point. Friday we had our semi annual meeting for work at Six Flags over Texas... I didn't ride any of the rides apparently because I'm a girl. I don't know why, I just wasn't feeling it. Maybe it's because last year I remember the pain the Texas Giant inflicted upon me, or maybe it was the boozing up that i did the night before until 2 am. I don't know exactly which, but i can guess it was the later.

Anyways, after Six Flags we go to our mecca... aka the stoneleigh P. Have a few drinks there, then decided it would be fun to watch the Mavs game at the corner bar. Sounds like a good idea... couple of bottles of boones farm and tons of shots later... it's all the sudden 2 am. AP anyone? Your damn right there was an AP and it was at my place. Until 6 am. I mostly remember drinking lots of beer, a bottle of wine, trying to climb on top of my roof and almost falling and killing myself, attempting to name the capital of every state (Dover is the capital of Delaware btw), bringing the red chair out on the balcony, and smoking a few cancer sticks. All in all, it was one hell of a marathon but a lot of fun.

Saturday... the day was pretty much shot since by the time i woke and ran to my car... it was already time to go to the Jimmy Buffet concert. This is one thing I think I'm going to have to recommend that everyone go to at some point in their life. And you need to go soon, because Jimmy is getting pretty damn old. We got to the concert grounds around 430. Tons of RVs set up and tons of people drinking already. There were Jimmy Buffet cover bands and tons of old men and women. I've never seen so many 50 + year old people dancing or so many old men with their shirts off who really should have just kept them on... and i digress. Lots of beer flowed and then when we actually made it inside to watch the concert around 730ish... lines for beer and margaritas were out of control. That's just the way it is sometimes. The crowd was crazy and everyone was having a good time. Well, almost everyone. One lady did get mad at me and told me to "Suck on her Shutup cicle".... what ever that meant, i don't really know. But she didn't seem to happy with me. Considering i don't think i ever really said anything to her... but that's life sometimes.

After the concert i had a drink with a good friend. It was very nice and yeah.

Sunday... i mopped, vacuumed, did some laundry, slept a little, and made things nice. It was good.

7 days ... starts now. Ready go.

Burning Money

I just looked and figured out how much i spent in alcohol in the past few months... and wow is all i can say. If i added alcohol to my budget, it would definitely surpass food expenditures and almost everything else on my budget.

I guess that is just how it is though. Oh well.

I drank a dr pepper yesterday

It was rough... i've gone about two months without a coke(jack and coke does not gount). But last night as I ate Sal's Pizza... i couldn't help myself.

Oh well. Back to square 1.

Dude... where's my car

The weekend festivities began with a Friday After Work 3 mile run. No better way to start yourself off with a nice run to get you going. Following the run I immediately decided that I needed to do some carb loading at the Gingerman. Following that we had dinner at the P. Then a drink at Windmill Lounge. Then back to the infamous Gingerman for a birthday celebration. Darts were definitely thrown and we definitely were champions. 2 am rolls around. Time to go home. Luckily I wasn't drinking very much for the last 2 hours, so i felt confident in my driving abilities to drive the 1 mile. I walk to the parking lot... make a loop around. And realize I have no idea where my car is. Wander around some more, have a friend drive me around, run into some other friends who think it is a riot (which it was) that i lost my car. Ha Ha Ha... i laugh. Not really. 20 minutes later... it hits me... i parked about 100 m from the bar on a side street. At this point it was easy to find since there were no longer 100 cars on the street, instead, just mine sitting there alone waiting for me. GO home... sleep...

8 am...rolls around quickly, let me tell you. Wake up, drive two hours for a little family get together. Eat some BBQ... then i start feeling back to normal again some how. Leave there around 5ish... drive 1 more hour down to Austin Tx to visit some friends.

Luckily, Austin has a Gingerman, so i was able to go from home away from home but just in another city. Few drinks flowed, someone got pooped on by a bird, some dudes at Lavaca street bar wanted to fight us because we didn't want to give up the shuffle board table. We made up some story that we were playing to 52 for some reason, and they complained that everyone knows you play to 21 (which is true)... we however ignored this rule and pissed the losers off. They weren't even really drinking... hello... get a beer and relax man. We'll be done when we are done. After gingerman, we got to the ghetto Taco Cabana in south Austin. Get my second chicken Quesadilla in 24 hours then proceed to the car. My friend whom I am driving home hops in the car as i say good bye to some people. I follow her lead and hop in the drivers seat. As soon as i sit down, i think to myself... damn... did i take a nap earlier. Because the car seat is definitely either in sleeping position or ghetto gangsta position. Then i realize... wow... my seat feels so smooth almost like leather ... wait... I have cloth seats. SHIT... this is not my car. I look to my friend and yell... get out of the car, this isn't my car. She looks around too realizing we are not in my car. We get out inconspicuously hoping the thug that owned it didn't see us... and realize my car is right next to it. We migrate to it and get in quickly and drive home.

Sunday... woke up late at 945 am knowing i had a lunch at 1230 pm. It takes 3 hours to drive from ATX to BIG D. I realize i will be 15 minutes late. That is ok. Make the drive, get to the restaurant, no one is there. hmm. Talk to the lady, she clarifys our reservation is for 115. Awesome. I run home, do the three S's... and go back to the restaurant for lunch. Few hours later... its bar Olympics time at the Gingerman consisting of Darts, Spades, Yahtzee, and some other card game. I failed to win any of them. I leave the Gingerman at 6 for my 7'o'clock hockey game. Get home... go to lock my door and realize and look at the keys and realize i don't drive an Acura. I somehow grabbed a friends keys and had to go back to the bar to give them back to him.

Moral of the story: Take a picture of where your car is, make sure you are always in the right car, don't steal someone else's keys.

We won our game by the way... 5-2. And yes, someone on the bench commented how i smelt of beer. Awesome.

Go Stars!

Funny

If you haven't checked this out... it's hilarious. Ferrell is really funny. Check it out.

Last night i got switched to a window seat with no one next to me... because I'm Even Steven.

Today I will run a few miles tonight and... yeah.... not much else.

See ya.

The Government is Sliding

This morning I read in the paper that the other night when Tax papers were due at midnight, people who chose to file online had some problems. Wah. Turbo Tax said they were receiving over 60 files per second and this caused there system to come to an almost halt and caused many people to be late. Turbo Tax informed the IRS of this, and they extended the deadline until the next day.

Are you kidding? That is ridiculous. I know I made sound crazy, but these people have had well over two months to do there taxes. It's not Turbo Taxs' fault or the IRS's fault, it's the person filing that should have done this a lot earlier. I just can't understand why people put this off until the last minute. Everyone knows that Post Offices are crazy (according to a fellow blogger i learned this is true) and that the Internet doesn't always work (someone needs to get Al Gore to work on that, because his global warming shpeel isn't inspiring enough people).

Spladow!! *

Today is kind of really sad day for me. On my flight home tonight, I will be sitting in a middle seat. I'm really confused as to how this happened and throughout the day I will be attempting to get that fixed. I must have been drunk when i booked the flight, because i know there were aisle/window seats available. This will be the first time I have ever sat in the middle in the past 16 months and I've been on well over 125 flights. I'm scared. Hopefully I will have decent smelling, slim, non-talking, non-snoring, non-baby/toddler, nice person next to me. Wait for it.

Not so much

Training last night was a failure, i ended up having a beer with a friend that lives in Minnesota and then going to dinner with a co-worker. After eating duck, i was in no shape of running. So i decided to go to bed early and wake up early to go running, that didn't happen of course. The consequence is that i will have to skip a work happy hour here put on by one of the clients so that i can get a nice run in after work. I plan on running to the U (university of Minnesota) and checking out the old campus. I haven't run there since before winter because running in below freezing weather just isn't my thing believe it or not.

Anyways, so today after work i will go to the hotel, change, and begin my run. Make it happen. Ready... Break.

Tomorrow after getting off the plane, I will make a trip to the rock gym and climb for an hour. Friday after work, another run.

Airplane seats are strange

This morning as I did my typical Tuesday morning routine... aka... boarding a plane that did not have any mutha fuckin snakes on it, i noticed something that i normally don't. Why is it, that seat A is on the right side of the plane, and seat F is on the left side of the plane. As i walk through the middle of the plane, i start to think that as Americans, we read from left to right, and typically we do things in alphabetical order.

So tell me this, why isn't seat A on the left side of the plane and seat F on the right side.

Think about it.

The weekend Wrap up

The weekend went down a little crazy. But that's just how it goes down sometimes. Friday night started at the Stoneleigh P for a happy hour for a co worker who will be having a kid soon. I chowed down a P Burger which was might tasty. I took it somewhat easy and only had a couple couple of beers (couple couple is code for 2 X 2). From there it was on to the Quarter to celebrate my Quarter Century coming one week later. It all went down hill pretty fast from there. Lots of people showed up, it felt like every time i turned around someone was throwing another shot or beer my way. That's just how it goes sometimes I guess. From there i rolled on over for a late night Mushroom Swiss burger from Village Burger Bar (making it 2 burgers in a span of about 8 hours). It was might tasty and so was the beer that i ordered and only took one sip out of... that was until the women working there came by and was collecting drinks and i got surge of beericity and chugged the rest of my beer faster than i think i ever have. From there, somehow i got home and next thing i know people are showing up for the AP (after party... not accounts payable). We filled out surveys from work, listened to Kate jam out on the guitar, threw bottles off the balcony, and basically acted like 12 year olds. It was all good. Finally around 430... everyone had left and i got stupid and went to sleep.

Saturday... woken up and realize someone left there phone. They come by and pick it up and from there i go to eat some breakfast and go back home for a nap. I'm awakened by calling to go to the Gingerman, i look outside and say "How can i say no on such a perfect day"... get to the g man around 215ish and begin slowly having a few beers later. A double couple of beers later, it's about 530 and now time go home. I go home... take a quick nap and proceed to Adairs for another Hamburger... yes... i ate three hamburgers in less than 24 hours. I'm pretty sure at this point in the weekend if you cut me open, i would bleed beef. Tasty. From Adairs it was off to Cru wine bar, for a bottle of wine. Then to the loon for 2 jack and cokes... and then finally home. Luckily no after party.

Sunday morning started off with Brunch at Dream Cafe with some old Friends... then to Freebirds to watch other people eat. While at Freebirds the four genius' at the table had the marvelous idea that the beautiful Sunday weather should not be wasted and we should go to the gingerman (I'm pretty sure Drew and I keep this place open on weekend afternoons). Which we did where i had a few more beers for the weekend. Went home... rested up, ate, napped, and then went to play my hockey game.

Crazy fun filled weekend. The word of the weekend was Aclimatized... think about it. This is me breathing.

chapstick

So... I don't believe that i have ever completely finished a stick of chap stick. I am also to the end of one of mine i believe and I'm looking forward to seeing what happens. Hopefully there will be something cool that will make everything better.

Anyways, weekend was crazier then normal... and a lot of fun. Did some bad and good things, that's life though right.

Training starts today. Tonight I either will run or climb, or run and climb.

For Realio

So next week I will start my training schedule... and I'm for realio this time. I have to...

Here is the plan for next week:

Sunday - Hockey
MOnday - Climb/Run
Tuesday - Run
Wednesday - Off
Thursday - Run
Friday - Maybe run/climb depending on what is going down
Saturday - Run/clumb
Sunday - Hockey

Let's do it.

Yeah...

So i really want to get a new car, but financially it doesn't make sense. The GRPC (G-Ride Pimped Camry) that i currently drive will almost certainly never die. I'd bet that it has at least another 5 years of life left in it. But I'm young, the camry to me seems more of a family car, i don't see a baby seat in the back of my car... do you?

Anyways, i know i won't go through with it, but i really want to get a jeep... yeah i know, I'm 25, not 16, but it's kind of something i've always wanted. I don't think i would enjoy it as much as i would in 5 years right? I've had several ideas run through my head... one... wait 6 months and see where I am at financially/mentally/physically (i may be too fat by then to step up to a jeep).

Thoughts...

No Sleep... Till Brooklyn

Yesterday after work i went climbing for the first time in a few months. It was very tiring and I still have the ability to climb, just not the strength which kind of sucks. I plan on going again tomorrow because I need to train for a trip i'm taking in May. After climbing I watched the rest of my animal cruelty movie, Earthlings. This movie is definitley not for the weak stomach people, but i do recomend watching it. Although there is no way i will stop eating meat, it is interesting to see how the animals are treated for our entertainment. They even show how circuses train the animals and how zoos are bad and other things. Just watch, but not while eating.

Anyways, busy day today at work.

This is me breathing.

There I Go Again

Friday, morphed into brian 1.0 for a messy fun night. It was supposed to be a low key three beer birthday since i had planned on driving to H town that night to see my parents (you can tell i'm getting old when i'm going to my parents on my bday). I won't bore you with all the details from my birthday, but it was a fun time from the parts i do remember.

Anyways. So last night I started watching this movie called Earthlings. It is a movie that shows the horrible things that we do to animals and is supposed to promote not eating meat or purchasing things that harm animals. If you have ever wanted to see them put dogs to sleep, it has it on there and its pretty strange. One second they are alive and happy, the next they just fall over. They also show people putting dogs and cats into gas chambers and other horrible ways of killing them. And that is just a small chunk of part 1. Part 2 is all about the meat that we eat. I will have to say, the living conditions of the animals are extremely sub par and the way they kill them is not nice at all. Animals are practically skinned alive and throats are slit. I still have three more parts to watch. If you are interested in watching it, I found the entire thing on Google Video, or i have borrowed the DVD from my sister if you want better quality. All together though, there is not really any way i can just stop eating meat. I do want to try and cut back when i can, although that in itself will be difficult.

Anyways, it's monday. Let's do this.

The QC

Tomorrow I hit the QC (The quarter century mark). In some ways, I'm a little excited, I'll be able to save some more money on car insurance and in some ways be more responsible (Ha, sure... yeah right).

Last night, i blew out candles on a birthday cake for the first time in who knows how long. It all went down at a little work function we had at one of our clients house. She was very nice and had some brownies and put candles in them. I was surprised that they had remembered and therefore I turned very red from what I have been told. I never really have been much of a fan of birthdays ever since I was a kid, to me, it is really just another day. And these days, it's just another day I'll most likely be doing some big time drinking. This birthday will be somewhat different, I've decided to pack up and head home for the weekend and spend it with my parents and sista.

All in all, I'm hoping the weekend will be a somewhat relaxing what, since the past few have been fun and games involving my favorite beverage... beer. Before I do leave for Houston, I'll be having a somewhat small gathering of a few friends at one of my favorite bars, the Stoneleigh P.

Random Thoughts:

- Bags with wheels are like pink pedals on a bike.
- Lately the weather in Big D has been perfect. The past few weekends I've been spending a lot of time during the day at the Gingerman on the patio (see photo above). Always good times.
- Tonight is once again another big game in hockey. We are playing a team that is one point behind us and the playoff race is getting tight now that there are only about 5 games left. I'll be arriving a little late to the game since my flight gets in at 650 and game is at 730... let's just hope the plane is on time.

25, here i come.

35 Hour Bender...

This is pretty much how the weekend went.

Friday I got to Dave and Busters for a work happy hour. Started drinking there, but not tons of drinks since i had to drive home and i was helping out with the event and didn't want to be so hammered i couldn't function. After that my friend Sara and I met up with Drew Dog, the sistas (three of them), Mari, and Kate at Frankies. This was where things kind of started to go down hill. We migrated from Frankies to Quarter and continued the drink fest. Shots... beers... shots was kind of how we rolled that night. Next thing i know... it's 2 am. Whoa. Where did the time go. I decided it was time to go home since Friday night was supposed to be a very chill night. My original plan involved going home around 830 and cleaning up the rest of my place... but of course that did not happen.

Saturday morning I woke up in a Betty Crocker kind of state and since i had some friends crashing in my bed, i figured I'd make them muffins. That was nice of me... right...jk. From there i went to breadwinners with Sara, Susan, and Don... all work fun buddies. Had a nice little Mimosa to start the morning off right, then went back home as they shopped for apartments and hung out for about an hour. around 2 pm... Drew was ready to start the night off... yes... we started the night off at 2 pm at our favorite bar, the Gingerman. Our plan originally was to stay until 5 pm... and then go home and take naps to rest up for the night. But then people just kept showing up and so basically, we never got to leave. I ended up leaving around 730 to run home... change into nicer cloths... and then went back to the bar. From there we went to a going away party for my friend, then to Central Park. Sara and I stayed only for one drink and then headed over to Walrus to meet back up with Drew and others. That bar again went something like... shots... beers... shots... beers until 2 am. From there we went to the AP (not accounts payable... it stands for After Party) at Amy's boyfriends place. Stayed until around 3... took a cab to cafe brazil for some late night food... then finally cabbed it home around 4 am. Completing my 35 hour bender.

Sunday was a no drink day... went to see Blades of Glory, ate a Jake's with the roomie, and played a late night hockey game to sweat off the booze from the weekend. All in all, it was a tremendously fun weekend, but i think i will be taking a few weeks off from getting drunk.

"I'll show you how to drink a beer mother fucker" and "What had happened wuz" were definitely two lines that were abused this weekend and made just about every thing ridrunkusly funny.