My own prison

No not the Creed song.

I'm in on a Friday night, my choice. So much little tedious crap work has built up, it had to be done... vacuum, mopping, pickup, dusting, tons of laundry, bah.

I'm in on a Friday night, I hope I get everything done. I'm going insane.

I'm in on a Friday night, wahhhhhhhhh!

I'm in on a Friday night, did I mention that?

Yaarrrrgghhh.

To party or not to party

Dilemma. In a few weekends is a good friend's birthday, and it just happens to fall on Saturday, primetime. General interest is roused, so if I book it, they will come.

The ups: it's a party. I like to party.

The downs: the money I really need and I would hate to have to ask for it from some or all attendees, the health, the fact that it could never come close to my birthday bash (ha), and the cleanup, which took about 4 hours by myself (I'm 80% sure nobody will stick around to help...).

Anyone got a coin?

While the negative list seems larger in size, the weight of that five letter word above it is enormous. I'm pretty sure this will be a one-sided coin that I flip...

Lotsa stuff on my mind

Good and not-so-good things... no order, I'm just gonna pop-em out as they pop into my mind.

Hockey tonight was awesome. I took it easy (well for me on a Saturday night) last night just so I'd be in prime shape tonight. A few goals and a nice win, and a crazy play that got people talking... man I love that. I'll stop myself there - I generally don't like boasting but hey, once in a while is okay.

After a convo with a friend recently, I got to thinking about how much I take my friends for granted. I know some people, let's call them acquaintances, that I honestly envy a lot because of something they have, but after some thinking I found a general trait of these people -- their lack of friends. While they get that thing I envy (okay okay, a good portion of the time it's money, but not always), they give up or just can't have the wide variety of friends that I have, and I need to remind myself more that I'm pretty damn fortunate in that respect. Just a quick passing thought on that... which leads me to another thing on friends...

Friday night in St. Cloud I saw a friend that I absolutely have a great time with, but I never see her, and it got to where I saw her so infrequently that I pretty much just stopped calling. Then I saw her out, and we both lit up. It made me kick myself on the inside, and I'm gonna call her more often, just to chat if nothing else. Just seeing her made my night.

Saturday night in Minneapolis I saw a friend that I absolutely have a great time with, but I never see her, and it got to where I saw her so infrequently that I pretty much stopped calling. Then she snuck up behind me while we were switching bars and covered my eyes so I couldn't see. I turned around and the "I miss you" look was reflected between the two of us. It made me kick myself on the inside, and I'm gonna call her more often, just to chat if nothing else. Just seeing her made my night.

A lot of stuff pertaining to work is on my mind. It should be an interesting week, probably stressful too. But for that to happen, I should probably end this random post of thoughts. End post.

I hope not to be disappointed

...this weekend. I'm full of crazy energy after a very productive week, and need to have a good time this weekend to celebrate. Florida and Madison kicked my shape and gave me an extra thin layer for a bit there, and I'm finally back to normal. I'm a bit of a moron too, for not figuring out why my internet hasn't worked in over the past week. While it did help me get in the workout room, it did make me question my common sense. On my modem is an internet on/off button. It was off. Enough said. But not really. I'm a moron. I'm a moron. I'm a moron. X10000000. ^2234323432349034. /0.00000002. And a bit of a nerd. X2. That's it. I'm just crazy typing now. Time to find workout room. Now.

What the heck

Blogger hasn't been loading on my computer lately and my internet at home hasn't worked, hence no recent blogs...

I wish I had blogger on Sunday, I could have described my St. Patrick's day with a bit more passion, but here's the short version... it started out in an unpredictable fashion with myself meeting two friends working at the car show downtown to "just go to the nearest bar and see what happens". And that's exactly what happened. We started at Hooter's and got overpriced drinks with a view, then ended up at the Lodge. A creepo weirdo guy kept creeping everyone out by telling them he had something to tell them and then pulling them in and touching and grabbing them, just creepy. He got tossed from the bar. Other than that, nothing more than another night out... dang I wish I had my internet on Sunday so this post wouldn't be so tame...

This week I've felt like... well I can't really say, but I can maybe express it in a metaphorical fashion. Let's say bird intelligence is ranked by the biggest worm they've ever pulled out of the ground. Some birds could dig up a big big worm if they really put the effort into it, but they'd rather get the medium ones and can be happy. Some birds get that big worm and they deserve it because they really are that good. I used to think that all of these birds that caught that big big worm were really that good because the fact that they caught this big worm proves it. Well, I'm finding that some of these big worm catchers got a little lucky or they used some other birds' dug-out hole to catch this big worm... in other words, they have their photo with this big worm to show off, but they're really not that good. Some birds really are that good and they definitely deserve to be known as big worm catchers. But as for the ones that really aren't that good, how the hell did they catch that worm?

... and a weekend back out of the swing of things

Ho-ly crap. *moment of silence*

Sooo this ranks up there with one of the most ridiculous weekends ever. My aching body definitely agrees. Not the most ridiculous, but top 10, and for me that's a seriously high ranking.

We'll start here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eetCEfNc9_o . I'm in the background, don't ask me what I'm doing because even I don't know. Also, turn on the sound for this one, it's not the same without it.

Thursday: the long drive to Madison and arrived at 11:15 with one buddy. We thought it would be a low-key night. Uhh, horribly wrong. At midnight, we went out. Apparently our beginning stop at Monday's has escalated from one, maybe two drinks to at least 3, maybe 4. Plus shots. For those who know what Monday's is, well you know what I'm saying. 90/10 liquor/mixer ratio. Question: would a non-nerd have phrased that differently?

After that, City Bar, my beloved home to come back to. It really is our Cheers. Some after-bar messing around and I hit the couch, and I awoke knowing that I remembered everything, I mean, I was only out for two hours, right? Walking down the hall we passed a horrible mess of popcorn and someone asked if I was gonna clean it up. I asked why, and got told that it was me, and I confirmed with others. Whoops. I promptly cleaned up the popcorn, very confused and wondering what else I missed.

Friday: During the day, saw 300. Good idea, good previews, horrible movie, great to quote. Basically it could have been done a lot better, there were about five Braveheart speeches and some hard-to-follow storylines. But again, very fun to quote. We would quote lines from this movie in a drunken rage for the rest of the weekend. Friday night was designated for the birthday celebration of the man of the weekend. Dinner started at Takara for sushi. I have had little experience with sushi, but from what I've had I liked it. This would be my first time having it as the main meal, and it was great. Very satisfying, like nothing else really. Good start to the night. Next was the most ridiculous drinking game I have ever played. It involves watching the WWE Royal Rumble... you draft 5 wrestlers and have to drink for almost anything that happens. The drinks? Keg beer and shots of Jameson. Shots is definitely plural and means anywhere from 3 (lowest I heard someone had to take) and 9 (most I heard someone had to take)... and this is in aproximately an hour. Plus about 5 beers per person. After this, there was an actual royal rumble... on the loveseat with about 6 people. Yes, the loveseat got broken. Then we hit the bars. Monday's to start, and one in our group had to be carried home by his gf and sister. This was at 12:30. City to end again... and the wrestling theme stuck. One friend got put into a choke hold by another friend and passed out in the bar, whacked his head on the ground, then came-to after about 10 seconds. Another 2 friends fake fought and decided to go shirtless in the middle of the bar. Again, this was our home bar and we knew everyone, but they basically had to kick them out. So funny. The after-bar involved even more wrestling and eventually the video above got taken... and the coffee table eventually got broken. The pictures of this are unbelieveable.

Saturday: we'll call the day a resting period. Watched the Badgers win and had a few casual ones, thanking my lucky stars that I didn't have to do the Royal Rumble again. Dinner was burger and fries at Brats, and another cold one. For the hell of it we stopped by the City and had a few more... and I remembered a magic trick I read about in a magazine. I gathered the necessary supplies and after a few tries, I could make a toothpick disappear! I pretty much knew I would be showing anyone I knew for the rest of the night (and I did). So we're sitting at the City, it's about 8:30 pm, and the house phone rings. It's for me. (What?!) My friend is calling and telling me there's gonna be another Royal Rumble. NOOOOO! Well, long story short, we did it again and there was more madness, with pictures for memory.

Sunday: drove home straight to hockey, and wow, the combination of hangover and physical activity nearly drove me to insanity. I feel great today (with sarcasm). What a freakin' weekend. I think this next weekend I'll not celebrate my non-Irishness. But we'll see, it's a crazy life I live.

Back in the swing of things

After an exhausting week in Florida, I'm back in my regular routine. Compared to last week, the days are much shorter as I'm not working from wake-up to bedtime. I think it's just one of a million examples of how you can't appreciate something fully unless you've experienced the opposite end of the spectrum -- last week I had no free time, and the free time I have this week seems like a mini eternity. The time last week in the nice weather was a great change from the cold here in MN. The restaurant food for every meal last week was a nice change from home cooked food. And vice versa. Even the soberness of the work week this week is a great change from the nightly alc-fest last week. I'm realizing more and more that I really get sick of routine in my life and once in a while, a change is a must. Going back to the original routine after the brief change is fine as long as the brief change is there. What's next? Madison this weekend after one weekend in a row at home and realizing again for the n-th time that it's a chore to get people to go out how I like to go out. Heck, I might do a spur of the moment Vegas trip next month, I have free hotel and entry into a poker tournament, all I would have to do is pay for a plane ticket. We'll see what happens.

Sometimes I hate being a procrastinator, I have my tax stuff ready to do but I'm just not doing it. Instead, I'm blogging :)

On Spike right now is a UFC Fight Night, which reminds me of the awesome UFC 68 this past weekend. Maybe it was that much better being in a bar atmosphere with a bunch of other people hollering with all of my friends, but I really think it was an awesome bunch of matches with somewhat of a comeback theme. Plus it was funny to watch about 3 barfights get broken up during the matches... tough guys must get in the fightin' mood when they watch that stuff.

I'll end this weird post with a note on how I thanked a certain someone... the someone played a huge role in giving me a great opportunity, and I repaid that person by giving them underwear (!). Hey, it was free in the mail, I don't have a gf, so what was I supposed to do with girl's underwear?!?!

Just glad to be home

My first trip for work... it had many flavors. A big mix of exciting, boring, tiring, surprising, crazy, dull, drunk, fresh, and new moments made for a type of week I had never really experienced. A big mix of work and workish play. For me, I'm very glad and grateful that I got to go as it was a great change from the normal work week, but it's not something I could do every week. But once in awhile, yeah, I could do this. You know who, thank you for helping me get this opportunity to do this.

It's a weird feeling waking up this Saturday as there was a very large mix of work and play during the trip, and I don't consciously know if my mind or body or whatever is expecting two more days off. I'm just glad I got to sleep in!

Tonight: The Alarmists at 7th Street Entry. A definite Saturday night plan to come home to, very nice.