MONDAY HANGOVER: "Stryfe, it's time you stopped crying foul, and started CRYING HAVOK!!"
Oh it’s just another Manic Monday, I wish it were Sunday. That’s my fun-day. My “I don’t have to run-day.”
Ugh. I guess I’m not in that shitty of a mood today, but I’m not in a good one, either. I feel a bit rudderless these days, as though my life seriously lacks any goals other than “Defeat the Shadow King and unlock HAVOK” on X-Men. (50% of which I pulled off last night—HAVOK! My favourite superhero! YES!). Living day-to-day is not all that cool, I suppose. I mean, I’m generally happy with me, and feel like I’ve got a lot of personal growth going on, but I don’t really see the point in all of it. Feels like everyone I know is picking up power converters at Tocche Station, and I’m just fixing moisture vaporators.
And no, I don’t even know what that last sentence meant. Feel free to use your imagination.
Now, with that little bit of boredom behind us, let’s move on to the Monday Hangover. This weekend was most certainly one of those weekends where a lot happened, just not really to me. Which I guess is why I feel like such a spectator to the game of life right now. Friday, Drew, Kup, Pizz, and I headed on out for a little Boys Night Out. Correction: Kup, Pizz, and I headed on out for a little Boys Night Out. Apparently, Drew missed the memo, for as we started shooting pool and drinking 50cent well drinks at Sports Rock (Adam’s Official Favourtie Bar in Pittsburgh), he dialed up the Apple of his Eye, K-Tron 2K4, and invited both her and the luscious AliMac over. Now, I’m all for hanging out with drunken hotties, it’s actually probably my Number 6 favourite thing to do
TANGENT ALERT: Adam’s Top 10 Favourite things to do (off the top of his head)
10) Play football with friends in the mud;
9) Eat seafood or chocolate;
8) Write poetry;
7) Go to PNC Park/ watch baseball;
6) Hang out with Drunken Hotties;
5) Play Nintendo against real life competition;
4) Draw/ create superheroes
3) Guys Night Out;
2) Play baseball/ Throw a runner out at home plate;
1) Make out with a girl/girlfriend (in theory).
As you’ll notice, “Hang out with Drunken Hotties” rates as 6, while “Guys Night Out” is number 3. So you see, Guys Night Out, is Guys Night Out—there aren’t supposed to be relationships involved here! To make matters WORSE, Drew literally TURNED HIS BACK ON US and sat in the corner talking to K-Tron for over an hour (Kup clocked it at 61 minutes). Needless to say, Drew is on Guy-Probation, and now must be Designated Driver twice in a row. So it is written, so it shall be done. These are FEM International Sentencing Guidelines, mind you.
Moving right along (and I don’t want posts questioning my list—I just made that up off the top of my head, if you want a REAL one, ask, and I’ll give it some actual thought. But who really cares, anyhow?) Saturday, Drew or no Drew, was still a good time. Highlights include Erin: the Sketchiest Hottie of All Times, from the bar, who basically threw herself at Kupchelitis, then every OTHER guy at the bar, including the very special pool mulletted pool player sporting the Miller Lite NASCAR hat AND jacket, and me inadvertedly LOSTING a team-game of 8-Ball when I sank the 8-Ball without realizing we actually had a ball left on the table. And I realized, oh, about 10 minutes later, when Kup said "you rack. you lost." Even a Drunken AliMac realized I had screwed the pooch, while I (the DESIGNATED DRIVER ie: sober guy) didn't. Hilarity.
Kris also found himself $10 poorer after he was snookered on the pool table by the Black Widow. This was a positively SEXY older lady who flat-out hustled the poor boy. The WORST part, is that he KNEW he was being hustled, but she was too hot (even for a mid-to-late 30 year-old) for Kris to put a stop to it. Let this be a lesson to all you fine ladies out there—learn how to play pull, buy yourselves a sexy newsboy-type J.Lo. hat, and invest in some “f*ck me boots.” You’ll rake the cash.
And for you guys, yes! It’s my first promulgated FUNDAMENTAL RULE:
Sports:
- NEVER play pool (for money) against someone with their own collapsible stick.
- NEVER play pool UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES against someone with THREE of their own collapsible sticks.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Saturday I headed to the Hacienda to help my dad with some yardwork, but by Horath’s Frosty Beard, we were smoted by the weather gods. Instead, I watched “Reign of Fire” (Verdict: YUCK.) hung out with my Best Friend, Penny, and caught the second part of the Disappointing Season Premiere of “Enterprise” (Verdict: ZZZzzzzzzz). Afterwards, Mom, Dad, Kup and I rendez-vous’d at Red Lobster from some all you can eat shrimp. Rumour has it the two Adam’s got their moneys’ worth. A special little bonus was also all the happy memories of simpler times that came flooding back to me thanks to the cheesy-bread roll thingies, which’ll I always recall fondly. How I wish for those simpler times. If anyone can help recapture said simpler times, you know the address.
Following the Red Lobster festivities (Props to Dad for grabbing a seat by the bar, amid a 40+ minute wait, which not only got us all fed promptly, but also gave us good seats for the first half of the Boston Massacre (btw: I refuse to talk about either LCS until they're over. I can’t risk jinxing either one of the teams you guys know I want to win. I won’t, I won’t do it.)) Kup and I headed to the movies to catch TEAM AMERICA: World Police. Or, as I like to call it, “Stone & Parker’s Love Letter to Alex Uram.” If you’ve not seen it yet—DO IT. With any luck, there’ll be a review Wednesday. Although, I can’t review it without spoiling the hell out of it. So you have 48 hours to go watch it. Get ‘er Done!
Sunday was another day, another Stillers win! Dare I say Ben is the real thing? Hells no!—stll too early, and I STILL won’t jinx him. Let’s just say I’m mighty glad I was all about him when they drafted him. The Defensive injuries (ESPECIALLY the loss of Hampton for the year) are very troublesome. Here’s hoping the boys in black can stay tough—the schedule’s not getting any easier. Needless to say, the bye week is a welcome break for them, and I CAN’T WAIT to be in Boston the same day we play the Patsies. I’m hopeful, yet realistic (like a Red Sox fan), but it’ll be fun no matter what!
Oh, and I unlocked Emma Frost, Colossus and HAVOK last night!!!!
..sorry..
Tonight after my first foray into Cross Examination (herewithin “XEXAM”) I’ll be headed to see some hippie documentary about Fox News, after dinner, with Jeanie. Apparently MBB means “Must Be Busy” on this off-kilter Monday ;)
That should do for now, don’t forget the Daily Dose, posted below. And Don’t forget to chime in on your feelings about the BOLD NEW DIRECTION, which kicks off TOMORROW with the first ever installment of THE FUNDAMENTAL RULES OF LIFE AS A GUY.
In the meantime, umm.. let me search for a song quote.. I’ll turn on the MP3 player—first song wins:
…aww.. dammit.
In the meantime, “Show me how you do it, and I’ll promise you—I’ll promise that I’ll run away with you… I’ll run away with you.”
-apk
Ugh. I guess I’m not in that shitty of a mood today, but I’m not in a good one, either. I feel a bit rudderless these days, as though my life seriously lacks any goals other than “Defeat the Shadow King and unlock HAVOK” on X-Men. (50% of which I pulled off last night—HAVOK! My favourite superhero! YES!). Living day-to-day is not all that cool, I suppose. I mean, I’m generally happy with me, and feel like I’ve got a lot of personal growth going on, but I don’t really see the point in all of it. Feels like everyone I know is picking up power converters at Tocche Station, and I’m just fixing moisture vaporators.
And no, I don’t even know what that last sentence meant. Feel free to use your imagination.
Now, with that little bit of boredom behind us, let’s move on to the Monday Hangover. This weekend was most certainly one of those weekends where a lot happened, just not really to me. Which I guess is why I feel like such a spectator to the game of life right now. Friday, Drew, Kup, Pizz, and I headed on out for a little Boys Night Out. Correction: Kup, Pizz, and I headed on out for a little Boys Night Out. Apparently, Drew missed the memo, for as we started shooting pool and drinking 50cent well drinks at Sports Rock (Adam’s Official Favourtie Bar in Pittsburgh), he dialed up the Apple of his Eye, K-Tron 2K4, and invited both her and the luscious AliMac over. Now, I’m all for hanging out with drunken hotties, it’s actually probably my Number 6 favourite thing to do
TANGENT ALERT: Adam’s Top 10 Favourite things to do (off the top of his head)
10) Play football with friends in the mud;
9) Eat seafood or chocolate;
8) Write poetry;
7) Go to PNC Park/ watch baseball;
6) Hang out with Drunken Hotties;
5) Play Nintendo against real life competition;
4) Draw/ create superheroes
3) Guys Night Out;
2) Play baseball/ Throw a runner out at home plate;
1) Make out with a girl/girlfriend (in theory).
As you’ll notice, “Hang out with Drunken Hotties” rates as 6, while “Guys Night Out” is number 3. So you see, Guys Night Out, is Guys Night Out—there aren’t supposed to be relationships involved here! To make matters WORSE, Drew literally TURNED HIS BACK ON US and sat in the corner talking to K-Tron for over an hour (Kup clocked it at 61 minutes). Needless to say, Drew is on Guy-Probation, and now must be Designated Driver twice in a row. So it is written, so it shall be done. These are FEM International Sentencing Guidelines, mind you.
Moving right along (and I don’t want posts questioning my list—I just made that up off the top of my head, if you want a REAL one, ask, and I’ll give it some actual thought. But who really cares, anyhow?) Saturday, Drew or no Drew, was still a good time. Highlights include Erin: the Sketchiest Hottie of All Times, from the bar, who basically threw herself at Kupchelitis, then every OTHER guy at the bar, including the very special pool mulletted pool player sporting the Miller Lite NASCAR hat AND jacket, and me inadvertedly LOSTING a team-game of 8-Ball when I sank the 8-Ball without realizing we actually had a ball left on the table. And I realized, oh, about 10 minutes later, when Kup said "you rack. you lost." Even a Drunken AliMac realized I had screwed the pooch, while I (the DESIGNATED DRIVER ie: sober guy) didn't. Hilarity.
Kris also found himself $10 poorer after he was snookered on the pool table by the Black Widow. This was a positively SEXY older lady who flat-out hustled the poor boy. The WORST part, is that he KNEW he was being hustled, but she was too hot (even for a mid-to-late 30 year-old) for Kris to put a stop to it. Let this be a lesson to all you fine ladies out there—learn how to play pull, buy yourselves a sexy newsboy-type J.Lo. hat, and invest in some “f*ck me boots.” You’ll rake the cash.
And for you guys, yes! It’s my first promulgated FUNDAMENTAL RULE:
Sports:
- NEVER play pool (for money) against someone with their own collapsible stick.
- NEVER play pool UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES against someone with THREE of their own collapsible sticks.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Saturday I headed to the Hacienda to help my dad with some yardwork, but by Horath’s Frosty Beard, we were smoted by the weather gods. Instead, I watched “Reign of Fire” (Verdict: YUCK.) hung out with my Best Friend, Penny, and caught the second part of the Disappointing Season Premiere of “Enterprise” (Verdict: ZZZzzzzzzz). Afterwards, Mom, Dad, Kup and I rendez-vous’d at Red Lobster from some all you can eat shrimp. Rumour has it the two Adam’s got their moneys’ worth. A special little bonus was also all the happy memories of simpler times that came flooding back to me thanks to the cheesy-bread roll thingies, which’ll I always recall fondly. How I wish for those simpler times. If anyone can help recapture said simpler times, you know the address.
Following the Red Lobster festivities (Props to Dad for grabbing a seat by the bar, amid a 40+ minute wait, which not only got us all fed promptly, but also gave us good seats for the first half of the Boston Massacre (btw: I refuse to talk about either LCS until they're over. I can’t risk jinxing either one of the teams you guys know I want to win. I won’t, I won’t do it.)) Kup and I headed to the movies to catch TEAM AMERICA: World Police. Or, as I like to call it, “Stone & Parker’s Love Letter to Alex Uram.” If you’ve not seen it yet—DO IT. With any luck, there’ll be a review Wednesday. Although, I can’t review it without spoiling the hell out of it. So you have 48 hours to go watch it. Get ‘er Done!
Sunday was another day, another Stillers win! Dare I say Ben is the real thing? Hells no!—stll too early, and I STILL won’t jinx him. Let’s just say I’m mighty glad I was all about him when they drafted him. The Defensive injuries (ESPECIALLY the loss of Hampton for the year) are very troublesome. Here’s hoping the boys in black can stay tough—the schedule’s not getting any easier. Needless to say, the bye week is a welcome break for them, and I CAN’T WAIT to be in Boston the same day we play the Patsies. I’m hopeful, yet realistic (like a Red Sox fan), but it’ll be fun no matter what!
Oh, and I unlocked Emma Frost, Colossus and HAVOK last night!!!!
..sorry..
Tonight after my first foray into Cross Examination (herewithin “XEXAM”) I’ll be headed to see some hippie documentary about Fox News, after dinner, with Jeanie. Apparently MBB means “Must Be Busy” on this off-kilter Monday ;)
That should do for now, don’t forget the Daily Dose, posted below. And Don’t forget to chime in on your feelings about the BOLD NEW DIRECTION, which kicks off TOMORROW with the first ever installment of THE FUNDAMENTAL RULES OF LIFE AS A GUY.
In the meantime, umm.. let me search for a song quote.. I’ll turn on the MP3 player—first song wins:
…aww.. dammit.
In the meantime, “Show me how you do it, and I’ll promise you—I’ll promise that I’ll run away with you… I’ll run away with you.”
-apk
1 Comments:
I'd like to begin by offering many apologies for crashing guys night out. We, being two of the coolest girls in the world, would never want to intrude on boys' night...However, you all were truly our knights in shining armour as the invite from drew saved us from the reprehensible south side establishment known as JACKS where we were being accosted by the likes of gentlemen known as "arlo" and "walt" who may or may not have had more teeth than my 16 year old dog, Buttons. ICK. Needless to say, we welcomed the escape. I sincerely hope my drunken antics were enough to entertain the rest of you while "k-tron" monopolized drew's attention. At least you got to do your 6th favorite thing :-).
xo,
Alimac
By
Anonymous, at 7:38 PM, October 18, 2004
Post a Comment
<< Home