WEDNESDAY HANGOVER: "Hello There, the Angel from My Nightmares..."

Hey everyone, didja miss me?

Hope everyone had a very safe/productive/happy Labor Day weekend.  I conducted a whirlwind tour of western PA, myself.  Friday night started out mundanely enough, as Z and I took in a Bucco Fireworks Night Extravaganza.  Though the game, like the Buccos, sucked, the fireworks were positively stuuuuuuuu-pendous, as usual.  Seriously, kids, if you've never been to PNC Park, you should 1) go now. And 2) try to make it on a Fireworks night.  There's nothing quite like watching the multi-coloured pyrotechnic glow reflect off of some of PGH's coolest looking "skyscrapers."  Good stuff. (on a related note: HALLELUJAH!)

Andy and I tried to roll over to the Southside, but quickly realized that much like Louie Anderson in Spandex ®, we had outgrown it.  Don't get me wrong, I love skeevie bar-hopping as much as the next guy, but we decided that at 25, it's only fun when you're with a group.  Otherwise, being surrounded by meatheads in popped collars and fake-baked slutbags just ain't what it used to be.  I haven't felt that out-of-place in a LONG time.  It was like being a freshman guy at a frat party, really.  Luckily, we bounced back and checked out the recently opened "Margarita Momma's" in Station Square. The verdict: much more eclectic (deck, dance floor, bunch of bars, pool tables) and a generally older (ie: 23-26) crowd. I dug. Now if only I had someone to dance with…

Saturday I had a HUGE moment. I went grocery shopping.  That may not sound like much to those of you who've been in the real world, but to me (riding high on my first paycheck), being able to spend lots of money on meals/food that's healthy and won't kill me was a MAJOR coup.  Perhaps the first time I've felt like a grownup ever. 

I celebrated the groceries by having a sandwhich and watching the first half of the first (of four!) PSU triumphs this season.  The verdict on the Blue and White? Nothing I've not seen for three years: KILLER-D. No-O.  Awesome. At least there were some flashes of Freshmen brilliance by the Lion King and That Other Guy.  Word has it the game was boring to be at, which is sad. Though, apparently, Pseudo-Engagement parties are AWESOME! 

My plans to sit on the couch and then head to Pamela's party took a sudden turn towards Westmoreland County, however, when my Aunt Cindy (the party aunt) called me and offered a ticket, a free ride, and a stay in a cabin/condo up at the local ski resort to check out BB King's 80^th Birthday Blues Spectacular.  And WOAH, was it awesome. I had ZERO experience with Blues, but hell, mixing a great little venue (where I saw Hootie) with some truly fantastic blues acts, capped off with BB, himself, "Lucille" and his 80-year-old pipes blasting, made for a GREAT experience. Tons of fun, and mad thanks to Aunt Cin, John, and Uncle Dan for some quality partyin'. Who says Old Hats can't get down?

Sunday saw Gooder and I reunited, after Dad and I watched about four hours of Bonanza re-runs, and I realized how truly lucky I am to be named after Adam Cartwright. If you don't know what any of that means, shame on you—go watch TV LAND.

Later, I hit the road and did some barrage with my old Yough boys, Z, Wilbur, Bill, Josh, the Skipper, and Mary Ann.  Good stuff. Oh, I forgot to add that Dad let me take the RX-8, all by myself.  I am truly awesome. But where were the old washed up High School Cheerleaders to pine over me?  If it wasn't official before, kids, it is now: I'm buying a sports car.

By Monday I was ready to crash and burn, and I did, too—on the golf course.  I had hit so well (for me) all summer. So of course when I try to impress my Dad and Z and Bill, I fell apart at the seams. I think I had about three good hits all day. Sucked. Hard. 

That wrapped up a great weekend and led to a shitty Tuesday. I swear, I feel like law school totally neglected to prepare me for a real legal job. I officially feel stupid as all hell about 6 hours a day, and generally feel like I'm swimming upstream, no matter what I try to finish.  Luckily, I got a little much-needed encouragement when I got home today.  Though it proves how utterly powerless I am, in general, I needed it, and I'll take what I can get today, because I need to dominate tomorrow at work.

So thus, this little Knipper must head to bed.  It's getting' late.  Your Song for Tomorrow is "I miss you" by Blink 182.  I hate Blink 182, generally, but they had two good songs on their last album.  This one just popped up on the ol' WinAmp, and works particularly well for the moment.

Oh! I almost forgot— GIANT EAGLE HAS TEA COOLER NOW!!! I got two gallons for $4. I can't believe that Tea Cooler is cheaper than gas! If anyone wants me to send some of Carlisle's greatest delicacy, just let me know! (Or maybe that'll give you a reason to come visit!)

Okay, there were some Links placed here and there, but I just had to add one for my tied-for-favourite football player of all time, the guy whose bandwagon I personally built, whose jersey that I own is so old, it's a STARTER, the one, the ONLY, HINES—FINALLY GETTIN' PAID, GETTIN' PAID!!!

damn, that was a long post... that should getcha to Thursday!

peace
-apk