The End of The Begining

Minneapolis is coming to an end, my time has expired and it is time for a drastic change in my lifestyle. The infamous in-town project. Something i haven't truly experienced in 18 months. No more frequent flyer miles, no more hotel points, my status is going to fall faster than a penny from the empire state building. My therapist says I just need to start breathing and i will make it through these rough times.

The following are events that took place in Minneapolis, that I won't forget:

1. Feeling stupid and knowing nothing about the financial services industry. Luckily I had a lot of great support that believed in my abilities.
2. Drinking Fat Cat beer. Don't do it. It tastes like shit. Even though their slogan is "It's really really good"... i promise, they are lying.
3. The apartment at Loring Park with the sweet view of some crazy church
4. Walking to work in the snow when it was -10 degrees outside and my hands and ears began hurting almost instantly.
5. Watching a dinner date vomit in a trash can.
6. Going on a date with a Minnesotan country girl who was very clueless and very strange
7. Getting drunk on Mardi Gras night at The Drink and taking shots of jager
8. Valentines Day in Minneapolis - Two male coworkers and myself wanted to go somewhere nice to eat. We walked in to a nice Italian restaurant, noticed that there were a lot of couples, and then realized... oh shit... it's Valentines day isn't it. From there we went to a bar and had burgers and beer. The waitress convinced us to go to the pajama party that was going on downstairs. One of my coworkers thought things were going well, so he went home and returned in his boxers and tshirt. He came back in the 15 degree weather and told us to come on in. Asked her to dance. She was too busy. It was fun as hell though either way. Walking home in the cold with him in his boxers was pretty funny too.
9. The night i got pretty damn wasted and decided to move and knock over construction cones at 2 am. Little did i know that the guy that set them up was watching me. He drove up next to me and asked why i did it... me being drunk and scared stood there and said nothing, my boy D stood up for me and basically told the guy to f' off. It was great.
10. My 25th Birthday -The team here in Minnesota made me a cake and had me blow out candles. So cute.
11. Going to the mall of America... borrrrrring.
12. Eating a Jucy Lucy... tasssssssssty.
13. Having a prostitute try and pick me up after my Montreal trip on my way home on hennepin ave.... good times.
14. Watching the Dallas Mavericks lose game 6 of the NBA finals in the NBA Bar with tons of Miami Heat fans... not so good.
15. Getting drunk at Key's bar... and then bar hopping in downtown with Ameriprise folks
16. Going to The Drink where they had free food buffet from 530-730 and happy hour. Spending our dinner per diem on drinks.
17. Eating the biggest (not best) burrito I've ever had a Chino Latino in Uptown.
18. Watching the Twins play in the toilet bowl
19. Running around the University of Minnesota and feeling like a college kid again.
20. Ice Fishing... wait, never made it that far
21. The frozen Mississippi
22. Two Words... Double Decker Skyway
23. Seeing Robert Earl Keen and Cross Canadian Ragweed play to a bunch of Minnesotans
24. Damian and Jim, the guys that work the bar at Zelo (the best Italian restaurant in DT Minneapolis). Jim always talking about football and the cowboys, and me acting like i care/know anything about it.
25. The peeps at the hotels that know me.



As of now i only have 8 days left including today... only a few more nights to make memorable things happen (three to be exact).

Weekend Wrap Up

The weekend was pretty nice and relaxing I guess one could say. Friday night consisted of me going out and have a good time with some work friends and some old friends from college. I stayed in reasonable Control. Saturday was all about the laundry and doing some initial cleaning. Also went to the Gingerman for a couple of beers which was nice. Saturday night consisted of Joe T's and a movie (analyze that). All very tasty and fun. I got home and was dead tired. Sunday involved more relaxation. All in all, it was some good mostly sober time. Great deal.

Got some pics from San Fran (In case you forgot when i went, it was about a month ago when i got drunk and woke up in San Fran... one of the most random trips ever).

Day 1 Morning: Anchor Steam Beer and a Chowder Bowl... tasty

Sitting in Forest Gump's shoes at Bubba and Gumps

Alcatraz is behind me... Holla Back Clint!

Golden Gate... it's what it do

Day 2: Winery Number One

Day Two: Winery Number Two - Notice How Red I am from the bike ride on golden gate the day before

Feeling good...

In the Gondola up to Winery 3

Winery 3 - Amazing view... shitty wine
Winery 3

Mountains + Casinos + Lake = Tahoe

Sunburn, hungover, and ready to go out in Tahoe

That's pretty much the trip. It was a great time and I am looking forward to going again.

Also, Congratulations to my sister and her man, they got engaged yesterday. Looks like I get to be an usher... wait for it.

Get Ready To Drive

Just found out that my new client will very likely be located in West Texas (AKA SW Fort Worth, Tx). This will be 46 miles one way from my place... so 92 miles a day round trip. I'll be burning about 3 gallons a day... 15 gallons a week...putting some hella miles on my Camry, but those things are built to last.

On the bright side, rumor has it that there is a Hooters close to the client's office. Chicken Wangs, Fries, and Beer are in the near future. I can just taste the fat at the tip of my tounge... mmmmm ... gross.

Long's Peak

Today I booked a flight to Colorado. My climbing buddy and I will be attempting to climb Longs Peak. From what I've read, it isn't that difficult, but from what I've heard, there are some difficult parts to the climb/hike. It should be a fun trip with stories I'm sure (assuming I make it back alive...jk)

Longs Peak stands at 14,259 feet. This will be my first Fourteener (Mountains above 14,000 feet). From there I want to attempt Mt. Whitney (14,497 ft) followed by Pico De Orizaba (18490 ft, 3rd highest in North America). Make it happen.

4 nights left in the great MSP

They say all good things have to come to an end, and my days of traveling are coming to an end. Here are the things I will miss:

- Getting in on Tuesday morning at 11:00 AM to the client
- Leaving on Thursday at 3:00 PM to catch my flight.
- The not so challenging less than 40 hours per week job
- The nice people I work with
- Free food and booze
- Hotel points/Status
- Airline miles/Status

Things I won't miss:
- Waking up at 6 am to catch my 740 flight on Tuesday morning
- Getting home at 9pm from my 520 flight on Thursday nights
- Sleeping in a nasty hotel bed
- Riding in the most uncomfortable seat next to big bertha on a flight to DFW

Going from a traveling project to an in town project can be explained best by this article.

I have four nights left in Minnesota including tonight... and here is what i expect to do:
TONIGHT: Eat at Fogo De Chao... i've never eaten there and I hear it is good. So i figure i should try it.
WEDNESDAY: See a show at the Orpheum. It's a famous theatre here and Mama Mia is playing (I have a feeling anything with that name I will hate, but I might give it a shot)
TUESDAY: One last run in Minnesota. Visit the U (University of Minnesota for those who don't know) and purchase a yellow University of Minnesota Hockey T shirt (Something I've always wanted).
WEDNESDAY: Going away party for me. Enough said.

As you can see, I'm going to experience what i can in my last four nights. I'll give a recap of the past 18 months that I've been here at some point in the next week. Just wait for it.

And... I'm back.

After over 125 flights in the past 18 months, I have only encountered about two delays and never had a flight cancelled. Since yesterday all that changed and all has gone down hill. After some crazy storms at DFW yesterday, my flight was cancelled after I got to sit in the airport for about three hours. Rebooking my flight to tonight was easy, they were able to get me a good seat on the 4:45 flight (being platinum is great and I'm going to miss it someday). Once again today, I was the lucky winner of a delayed flight. Although it was only delayed for an hour, but still, I spent about another two hours in the airport tonight.

With all these new things happening to me, I'm doing another first with my traveling experiences. Room service. In the past 18 months and who knows how many nights in a hotel room, I've never had room service up until about 5 minutes ago. I just ordered, so i have no idea how good/bad the food will be. The reason I've never done room service is that i like to make myself get up and walk around the city to find food. Tonight, I just felt different. Maybe it's because i only have 1-3 more weeks left of traveling and i felt like i have to do this now while i can... who knows.

In other news, I have left Sprint. They t'd me off the other day and now I'm going to show them. By leaving them. That will teach them to not listen to me and be helpful when i'm in a rough situation. I will be entering the world of T-Mobile with a Blackberry Pearl. I've heard good (and a few bad) things about this phone and look forward to putting it through the Gekius Test.

In other news... well... I actually don't think there is really any other news. It's Tuesday, 1020 PM and my room service just got here, so scoot along.

Oh yeah, if you are bored and like the movie Mary Poppins, check out this trailer:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2T5_0AGdFic

The rest of the... .weekend

SATURDAY
After realizing my phone was dead and not very usable... i was a little depressed. Oh well. Wah wah. So i decide in order to get rid of the pain, what better way than going to BW3's to watch a UFC fight. My buddy Cash picks me up in his Lexus sporty looking car. Pretty nice, except for it's a 2 seater and the backseat is about the size of a laundry basket. Luckily he makes her ride in the back. I felt bad, but move on.

We end up going to BW3s in Addison (pretty much Southern Oklahoma for those of you that don't know Dallas). BW3s was way to crowded and Cash had some friends across the street at Hooters. Great. It's been over 2.5 years since I've been to Hooters. The food sucked, the beer was average, and the chocolate cake was decent (yes... i think i'm the only one to have ever ordered this). Cash proceeds to drink 2 bottles of wine by himself. He's not doing so hot.

We find our way over to another bar in Addison. At this point I've already vomited three times due to the high amount of cheese that exists in Addison. It's a meat market on angel dust... not my kind of place. We have 2 drinks. Cash is doing worse. GRAPEVINE time of course.

Roll in. Thank goodness i didn't close out the night before... so i just reopen and we go back to the bottle... bottle of bubbly that is. Proceed to the back... Cash says he will be right back. I begin talking to his girlfriend. 15 minutes later... no site of Cash... maybe we should go find him. We find him at the bar... pretty much passed out. The bartender attempts to revive him... not with CPR... but with red bull. Gives him just enough energy to make it to the car. I squeeze into the laundry basket back seat... and they drive me home.

SUNDAY:
Cash calls and wants to go to the Rangers Vs Red Sox game. I can't say no. We go... stay for about 5 innings. Drink a beer and two margaritas. Pretty tasty. At this point we are kind of hungry. We drive around for two hours... and attempt to go to four strip clubs (all are either closed or are not serving food). Not sure why he was so set on seeing boobs and eating food... but i let it pass and go with the flow.

Finally i get home. Run to the gingerman.... have a beer. Go back home. Pick up an old friend who really wants to go out, so i tell her i know of some fun things to do. Go back to uptown... roll over to jakes. Bucket of beer between the few of us. Hockey dave shows up for half an hour. Then we roll over to Idle Rich. Have a few drinks... time to go, but first... Chugging Contest. Me vs Fowler.. miller lite. I get my ass handed to me. Damn. Not the first time. BACK TO THE GINGERMAN

On the way i realize in my drunken phase that my phone that keeps calling my mom and the 9 key does not work is pretty useless. It is at this point that i begin to throw my phone as high as i can and let it smack the ground (This is not a first for me...). Up and down a few times... and i'm amazed it still works. It was pretty cool, because as teh phone flew up in the air, it would light up, and look like a shooting star. All of us drunks were amazed. I get to the bar... and it is still able to light up. I'm kind of excited that its not completly broken. Then, fowler asks to see it. I hand it to him. What does he do. He throws it in my beer. At this point, i continue to drink my beer with the phone in it. I'm not bothered by the phone not working, and even still am not. Shit happens.

At the Gman... some darts and more beers and a casual prank drunk dial to my sister, good times. I call fowler out again for another chugging contest. We start... I get about 3/4 done and realize i can't do it. Fux. But wait, I look at him and he still has half a beer left. I can beat him. I raise my glass. And finish. Slam the glass down. Victory.

At this point... I'm tired and drunk. Take me home now.

Monday--- Pretty lame day. Laundry. Cleaning. and a hell of a lot of sleeping.

Peyton Boyd

So it was another Gekius kind of night/experience. The night started pretty chill with three shiner bachs at the Stoneleigh P. My Friday early evening staple. This was followed by dinner at Louie's with the hockey team. Great pizza... some bud lite out of a can and then it's time to go.

We head over to the Old Monk... drink some awesome Sierra Nevada. The Monk is bumping full of interesting people, then someone throws out that we should go across the street to Candle Room. Not really my kind of place, so all 6 of us guys head over there. At this point I'm a Stage 2 drunk (there are 5 stages).

Walk in to the candle room... wtf... is this a gay bar, because everyone here is a guy.. except for those 8 hot girls that wouldn't look my way if i pissed on their feet. Every guy there is a Cash McMogulson wannabe (aka typical Dallas stereotypes). A beer and two back to back tequila shots later i enter Stage 3. It is at this time that everything begins to get a little hazy. Another guy really wants to go to the grapevine... so me being in my drunken state say hell to the yeah and we make our way over there. We must have taken a cab, because i have no idea how we got there.

Walk into the Grapevine. Must be gay night again. My buddy and I order our typical drink at the Grapevine... two bottles of champagne. I'm not sure why he always wants this, I think it's because he wants to look cool. Several glasses of champagne... and i enter Stage 4. I now have stopped encoding memories and the rest of the night is based on what i heard and from the information in my phone.

Apparently i met a girl named Rachel. I have no idea what she looks like, but i do know that to night is her 10 year high school reunion. No idea what she looks like, but i do know that in my drunken state, an alpha mu could have looked like Britney Spears (in her prime... not post 2 babies and divorce).

My buddy's girl picks us up in the Defender. His girlfriend speaks about 15% English... and he speaks about 5% Spanish. So you can imagine that their conversations must be pretty deep. He tells her to drop him off and pick up some taco cabana for him and i got to go with her. Kind of strange if you ask me, i guess i figured he would just come with us... but no. Some how when i get the water... i drop it all over me... and my jeans are soaked. Great.

She drops me off... pass out. Wake up... naked. Apparently i just took all cloths off since i was soaking wet. I realize my phone is not with me. Fuck. Not again. It's 8 am. I was supposed to go running with someone at 8... oh well.. i'll go on my own so i can get my car and get my back up phone out of my car. I start running. It hurts more than hemorrhoids (just a guess).

I make it to my car... get my back up phone... activate. Call my buddy... he has my phone. Awesome. I pick it up from him. Open it.. and all the suddenly it says "Calling Mom". Um.. not now. Close it... open it... "Calling Mom". Maybe the phone just needs to be restarted. Turn Off. Turn on. Open. "Calling Mom". Wtf. This is shit. Take it to the sprint store. Apparently there is corrosion in the phone and it is not repairable. Fuck. 200 dollar phone down the drain. Worse things have happened.

I'm about to go out again... night two... here we go.

Seven Random Things About Me

My sister recently posted Seven Random Facts about her... and so I decided to copy her as a good younger brother should. So here they are:

1. When I was a kid I went through a magic phase and was obsessed with it. I read some books on Harry Houdini and even had my sister and her friend tie me up with ropes and chains and put me in the closet. Of course I always escaped since I'm writing this today, but it was always something i thought was cool. The one escape trick i always wanted to try was the Straight Jacket escape, for some reason it seemed like a cool trick to do.

2. My driving record is pretty crappy. I was in my first accident at the age of 16 when i rammed into the back of a mustang with my truck. Smart Move. At 20, someone ran into the back of me. At 21, my truck got totalled and was not my fault, I was the only one in the accident involving four cars that walked away without a scratch or broken bone. At the age of 23, I got a ticket for running a red light... bastard cop... it was so Yellow. At the age of 24, I got two speeding tickets... both of which were bullshit.

3. I've never had a McDonald's Hamburger and I don't plan on it. For some reason they have never appealed to me and if i go there, which i can't remember the last time, I order Chicken Nuggets.

4. I've never voted in a presidential, state, or local election and do not believe that i ever will unless i feel it is necessary. Haven't really ever yet, I guess it's because I'm not very political and feel like politics is a bunch of crap. Oh well.

5. I am obsessed with money and worry that my accounts are being drained at this very moment. I check my bank account, credit cards, 401k, Roth, and other balances at least twice a day. In fact.. shit.. need to check now. BRB. ..... ok, everything is still like it was this morning. I can relax.

6. When I was a kid I was afraid of the dark and always felt like someone was going to try and get me for some reason. In order to alleviate this fear, my sister would sleep in the same bed as me. For some reason, i felt safter this way.

7. My sophomore college roommate was a pretty fat kid wanted to be call the L Train. He ran for High School Class president (and lost) and his slogan was "Vote for Lance, the Kid with Big Fat Pants". I shake my head in disappointment and shame thinking of this. His favorite movie is lord of the rings. He slept in jeans and shoes on multiple occasions. He was your stereotypical dork. Lucky for me I was never there because I stayed at my girlfriend's place almost every night (except maybe 2 out of the 250 nights or so).

That is all. Now these things are no longer random. Ta Da!

Sanjaya and Mary Poppins

Set your world on fire! I’m having a blast in Kalifornia with my hot esian friend and the girlfriend of his friend. We’ve been checking out her thong when she bends over, but we try to hide it.

Today it was pink.

So pink thong girl and I went to go play poker at Harrahs and my hot Esian buddy went to go play Blackjack cause his parents never let him learn how to play poker. When I last saw him, he was making out with a 70 year old white woman with her husband standing behind her. He disapproved. Esian boy accused me of stealing his cigarette on his ear that he felt gave him magical powers.

Apparently the white woman was helping him gamble, although I think his wad complications had something to do with it.

Pink thong girl won $300 and said lets shake our asses. I said ok. We got the Esian guy and went to a club called Blu. Guys had to pay 10 bucks to get in, but it was dollar drinks for you call its. We got pink thong girl even more drunk and tried to get her to dance on the pole. Instead, she got her freak on with Philippinos wearing silver and gold medallions like Flava Flave. We were disappointed.

We also then had to take a body guard role when the stalkers came. Some stalker kept trying to dance with pink thong girl so we started molesting her to prove we weren’t gay. He didn’t go away, so Esian boy said we should go sit down. The f-er followed us to the couches which we thought was super psycho. I think pink thong girl secretly liked him cause she thought some nasty ass bartenders were cute. The guy was like 45, whatever.

So after getting back to the hotel Esian boy stripped down to his whitey boxer briefs and jumped into bed. Pink thong girl and I ended up watching JT and Fergie videos. She kinda looks like Fergie. Pink thong girl always thought I was gay, so this probably didn’t help.

I mentioned that there was this crazy ass Mary Poppins video remake that was cut to make it seem like it was a scary ass movie. We watched that and watched the Sanjaya on fire video too. Now I can’t get that damn song stuck out of my head. Fucking Sanjaya.

Califorrrrrrrrrrrrnia

So many people did not believe my last post... but it was in fact true. I'm now sitting in my hotel at Embassy Suites in Lake Tahoe working... pretty cool eh.

The past few days have been pretty awesome. I woke up Saturday morning and our flight was landing in San Fran. We took the BART into town and found our Hilton Hotel pretty easily. Our room was bad ass with a balcony that overlooked downtown and the beds were great as always at hiltons. Started the day by taking a cab to Fisherman's Wharf... walked around a lot and saw the Sea Lions and they were pretty crazy if you ask me. Ate some awesome crab and great clam chowder. After that we rented bikes and rode an 8 mile journey around the bay and over the golden gate bridge. It was incredibly windy and biking up hills is 10 times harder than i ever thought it would be. Shot out to any one that bikes a lot... because it is not as easy as i thought. After that fun journey we took a ridiculously long fairy ride back to Pier 41... dropped off our bikes and headed to china town. The restaurant we ate at was so so... and the food was ok. I'm pretty sure there is a good chance the chicken was cat... and the pork was really dog. Not that i would know, but .. yeah. After that we went back to our hotel... it was pretty late and we were all pretty beat (my ass hurt really bad from the bike seat... all of ours did). We ended up just staying in that night... very relaxing.

Sunday we woke up and made the fun drive to Napa Valley. Wow, it was awesome. We went to a few wineries... saw some pretty landscapes. Ate some food... then headed towards Lake Tahoe. We got a little lost and i failed as navigator somewhat... but it ended up creating a very scenic route... and we got to stop at In And Out burger. Pretty tasty. We ended up getting to Harrah's around 945 PM... checked in and got a sweet upgrade to a bad ass room with a huge bath tub that had jets. Some how, all three of us fit into it and relaxed for about an hour. After that, we decided we needed to go out. Went down to the casino... played some black jack, dance at the club a little, had some drinks, and then all the sudden it was 230 am. Awesome. Probably should go to bed since I had to wake up in 4 hours for a conference call (time difference). Passed out pretty quickly.

Today... I've mostly been working and enjoying the view. It's been great and i recommend it highly. Pictures will be posted when i get back if any good ones come out.

Peace.

Cali

Tonight a buddy of mine came to town from cali... and by tonight i mean friday night.


It is now 320 am... i haven been to bed yet and i booked a flight to San Frna about 6 hours ago that leaves in 3 hours. Wait for it. I've been waiting for a reason to go.. and it came up... so I'm going... Gekius stories are guranteed.

Stay orange. This is me breathing.

you too?

So here are situations I kind of hate it... because i catch myself saying You too... when it clearly makes no sense.

Scenario: I'm on the phone with my client. It is Thursday afternoon. My flight is in about 3 hours and this is the last time I will speak with her until after my flight. End of conversation goes something like this...

Me: yada yada wrap up conversation yada yada
Client: Hope you have a safe flight
Me: You too (thinking wait... she isn't flying... I'm the one that is going to have a safe flight, not her)
Client: Bye bye
Me: Bye

So why did I say you too. My best guess is that i said it out of bad habit because this situation happens a lot to me. Is this just my own personal problem... or does it happen to you too?

don't put that up your nose

Kids love to do crazy stupid things... such as stick things up their noses. One of my sibblings as a kid stuck a bead up her nose and it got stuck. She had to go to the emergency room.


The kid in the photo above definitely has two crayons in his nose at the moment. I'm not sure if he was able to get them out, or if he was doing this for an art project to make two straight lines with two colors at the exact same time.

We all make mistakes.... i just make at least one per day.

And I digress.

Tonight I went to two bars... had zero beers. Beat it.

Last night, the Bruins faced a tough loss to the Devils. Tomorrow night is game 2 out of 3 in the series. I'll get off the plane about 630... then make it to the game by 8. Game time is 830... it is a must win situation or the season is over for good.

Jucy Whocy?

Last night I was able to experience Minneapolis more than I ever have in the past 16 months that I have been here. A good friend of my roommate lives here and I went out with her and her boyfriend and got to see some interesting places around the Minneapolis area.

We started at a placed called Matt's Bar which is kind of a dive type of bar that only accepts cash. They are infamous in Minneapolis for their Jucy Lucy burgers which consist of two meat patties cooked with cheese in between them. So basically when you bite into the burger, ridiculously hot cheese goes everywhere. They are very tasty and are a great idea, but I believe they would taste better with some good ole Texas Beef, but that's just my opinion.

After eating delicious fatty burgers, we drove to a place called Pyscho Suzies which is well known for their crazy hawaiianish drinks. We ordered a Volcanic Eruption which is 50 oz of rum mixed with other crap and in the middle of the bowl is a small amount of 151 that is lit on fire and remains on fire for about 5 minutes. Pretty cool idea if you ask me. After a few cherry tying contests in the mouth and finishing that... it was time for me to go to bed.

My time here in Minneapolis is winding down... I'm glad I got to see something more than Nicolett Mall and the rest of downtown. I'll probably miss this place in a lot of ways, but being back in Texas for a while will also be really nice. I'll know my departure date probably sometime this afternoon... wait for it.

Trifecta Celibratica

Yup... I did it. I completed the trifecta this week. Aka, going out and staying up until at least 2 am three school nights in a row. Not sure how or why... but i'll give a brief recap of the past three nights.

Tuesday - This was the only of the three nights that I got drunk. A friend of mine moves to LA today so he wanted to go out on Tuesday... not sure why i did. But i found myself at the Grapevine. Not sure if I have ever described the grapevine to Gekius readers, but it's a bar that typically has the following demographics:

85% Gay
5% Tranny(pre op)
2 % Tranny(post op)
10% Straight

I know... I know... these numbers don't add up. This is how f'd up the Grapevine really is... nothing really adds up there. I've seen some of the weirdest people there... and most of them have just finished dusting snakes. The music is always rockin... and this night nothing was different. Definitely by the end of the night some girl was flashing the bartender to get a free shot. And after flashing the bartender... she definitely turned and flashed us since we were some of the only people left at the bar. No thank you i thought politely. Anyways, we drank two bottles of champagne between us and the rest was history. And i digress.

Wednesday - I watch two television shows (American Idol and Medium). Everything is going great... it's 11 pm and I'm almost ready for bed. Then, my phone rings. I need to learn to just not pick it up at certain times from certain people. It was an old friend that i hadn't seen in 6 months and she wanted to go to ghost bar. So i go. I laid low most of the night, but she got wasted. Luckily i got to take care of her and babysit until 3 am. Long fun night.

Ghost Bar btw is another f'd up bar if you ask me. In my opinion... this is the breakdown of the ghost bar

-15% hottest porn star looking girls that are just there to get laid and free drinks
-60% biggest TDB (total douche bags) of the metroplex that are there to buy drinks and get laid
-3% normal people (I like to count myself in this category)
-17% of the people are from Grand Prairie. I definitely saw a guy with a pony tail down to his ass and he was dipping and spitting his shit in an ashtray... wtf is all I'm saying.
-4% of the people are retarded (this would include the staff)
-1% of the people are with escorts (aka the old Chinese business man with glasses that looks like a complete dork with the hot blond chick that is trying to act interested)

Anyways... that's just my breakdown of the bar. Go to it and form your own opinion... but tell me I'm not wrong after you go there.

Thursday - So i found out on Thursday night that one of my best friends (whom i will be his best man in his wedding in a few months), was in town. So of course i had to go out. I decided to lay pretty low again and only have a few beers. Night was fun and consisted of good bars for a change (idle rich and gingerman). All beer was paid for by his company... aka Kite-flying Passionate Motivators Galore (not sure what that means... but don't take it the wrong way... its just the only thing i could come up with that the letters might stand for?). All in all, the night was fun and Friday morning came too quickly. And i digress.

Tonight - Will be a low key. I plan on watching Pirates of the Caribbean part 2 since the lovely netflix fairy brought it to me yesterday. Tomorrow morning i have a 645 am run with a friend which should be great. Looking forward to it.

Back to work.

TV Sucks

I read today that this past spring, more than 2.5 million few people have been watching ABC, CBS, NBC, and FOX than at the same time last year.

Is this a bad thing.

No.

This is great. This means people are actually doing something other than watching Television. For once people might be getting off their butts and doing something other than watching a box with pictures and sounds frying our brains. Don't get me wrong, i own a television, two in fact, and I watch my fair share of shows. But I also believe that America needs to start spending less time in front of the box, and more time doing productive things.

Just a rant. See ya.

yup

so i'm pretty sure that what i just did was retarded. Sometimes I don't even think what I'm doing and next thing I know I wake up and its 9 am and i'm late for work. Life is weird. Someone please convince me that moving to another country is a good idea.

Therapy is in progress. This is me breathing.

Cinco de Seis

The weekend was a good one... went way to fast, but got some stuff done and had a good time.

Friday night started off at the Stoneleigh P with some coworkers and progressed through the night as we hopped bar to bar to bar. I was laying somewhat lay knowing that the 715 am the next morning would be coming very soon. Hit up the Loon, Idle Rich, Gingerman, Tribeca, and finally Quarter bar. Essentially we went to just about every bar off Mckinney in the Uptown area. After passing out quickly around 220 am, the alarm buzzed loud and clear that it was time to get up and shower.

Drove down to East Dallas and did Habitat For Humanity. It was great. We did landscaping for the house which is one of the last steps in the process of the house. Lots of grass was laid, and my back was definitely soar. We were able to complete 1.5 houses in about three hours. After that, we took a little trip to good ole freebirds and filled the stomach up. Got home around 1215... took another shower and prepared for the cinco de mayo party. I was in charge of cooking three pounds of meat which was a lot of fun. Then relaxed for a while until i got the idea to play some quarters. The fun began and the good times rolled. Following that, we hurried to the Gwen Stefani concert and had a good time. The show was fun and everyone had a good time.

Sunday morning came quick. I installed a ceiling fan in my living room (which was more of a work out then I ever thought it would be). Then went to drop 400 bucks on 2 new tires, oil change, and some new belts for my car... very nice. After that I went to the gingerman for a few beers with some friends, then went to half of a dinner party that a friend was having for his birthday. Left pretty quickly for my 845 pm game, which we lost 5-3, but it was still a fun game.

All in all, it was a good weekend. Busy week ahead, let's get it out of the way quickly. Ready ... break.

are you kidding

So I used the restroom (probably for the 5th time at work today, I've been drinking a lot of water if you can't tell) and there is a guy walking in right before me. He is using the urinal next to me... doing his thing, zips up, walks away. I don't hear any hand washing just a door swinging closed in the wind.

Normally, i just add these people to my dirty laundry list and try not to think much of it, but this guy was carrying items that should be sanitary. And by items, I mean a baby carrier dealio ( i don't know the real term because i don't know a damn thing about babies). After leaving the bathroom, he picks up the baby from his wife and put it in the carriage. He may as well have dropped his pants, taken a slash (Australian for piss) all over the baby, and then rubbed his marbles all over the baby. Hopefully he didn't give the baby scabies or anything nasty like that.

I really hope he ate crawfish prior to using the restroom, because everyone knows that when at a crawfish boil, wash before and after or else you'll get some scary disease.

i'm not mad... i'm just disapointed

I've been living in Dallas for three years. I'm not the biggest Mavs fan, but I really do enjoy seeing my home team win. It makes everyone happy at the bars and at work. The series against golden state though has been such a let down though. They have the best regular season record and then get spanked in the playoffs like it was their job. It was just a big let down.

This weekend should be fun. We shall see... more to come later today... just wanted to express my sadness for the Mavs.

My Girl Is Back

I'm not sure if everyone knows or not... if not then you need to stop eating fried Donkey dong and start watching the news... but my girlfriend is back on stage and back to rolling in the dough. I ain't talking about play-doh... i'm talking about the rain dough. She is definitely making it rain, and I'm definitely swimming in her rain.

Now that she is back to performing I'll probably be quiting my job soon and joining her on tour. She needs someone like me to keep her spirits up and spike her cokes with rum so she can get wild. I'm really good at doing her make up and making her look like the 25 year old hot whore that she is.

Anyfart, I'll be videotaping a lot of the tour and posting on YouTube for the world to watch. Hopefully it will be picked up by MTV (not the stupid WB like K-Fed did... wtf was he thinking ... umm.. yeah... he's a retard). So wait for it... because it's coming faster than a three dollar hooker can dust a snake.

Note: This picture of her is definitely my favorite. In her head she is thinking... WTF... how did i become famous with such a great song called Hit Me Baby One More Time... the world must be sipping too much syrup.

The point of that was

I'm sure we've all had to talk to those stupid answering services for big companies prior to getting to speak with a real person. Some of them are pretty impressive, and some of them are not.

I called Sprint this morning to transfer my service to a different phone that I own. I called the number on the website that was specific about transferring service to a new phone. I followed the instructions, provided the number on the back of the phone, my social security number, my telephone number, and maybe one other piece of info I don't remember. Then I get transferred to a person. She asks for the same information all over again, so why did they make me enter the information on the phone. This doesn't really make sense to me, shouldn't all my information that i just entered pop up on the CSR's screen?

Maybe I'm just crazy and expect better from a company like Sprint.

Tardiness is Unacceptable

Well, it had to happen. After 15 months of traveling, I've only had one missed flight, and been delayed only one time on my return flight. But today, it was my flight to the great white north that was delayed. Although it may have only been a 30 minute delay and some how i swear we still got to Minneapolis at the exact same time as always, there was a delay.

The flight was supposed to begin boarding at 7:15. At 7:43 a women came up and tried to walk through and get on the plane. The AA employee nicely told the women that the flight had been delayed. She shrugged her shoulders in disappointment. Disappointed i thought... are you you crazy. The flight was supposed to be leaving at 745 am, she would have missed the flight if it had been on time. She should have sighed in relief... not disappointment.

In other news I found out today that my client has been interviewing people to replace me. This is somewhat good news and somewhat bad. I've been at this client for 15 months at the moment. They are extremely nice, and the work load is what i consider light compared to other projects. Although I am ready for a new challenge which I am looking forward to. Hopefully it will be a great project with an awesome potential for experience.

Other then that i ran a little over 3.5 miles tonight which felt great. Last night I did about 3. For some reason I keep forgetting to grab my watch to time my run which is pretty important to me as it gives me some kind of indication of how far I'm running.

Go Mavs.

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.