been so horny you couldn't wait until you got home, that you had to pop a DVD in your dash mounted DVD player and rub one out as you drove home from the bars?
If you have, watch out for the parked cars. And use the excuse "I dropped my cell phone". That will work. Do not use "I dropped my wad". That may not.
Friday, June 30, 2006
Miscellany crapola
Or a bunch of stuff that really doesn't correlate with any of the words that you will see on the screen. Hey, I gave my A game yesterday with some solid advice. Yeah, that was my A game. That is what I got.
I didn't bother with Summerfest last night. Nothing of interest to me. Pearl Jam? Overrated. Just my opinion. Bodeans? Yeah, not bad, but that place must have been packed. Blue Oyster Cult? More cowbell!
I am heading out there after work today. Hopefully the power won't go out. Yep, big power outage yesterday that killed the music for a couple of hours. But the beer still flowed. Just without any sound to enjoy in the background. Now I better not hear any complaints from people that may claim the beer got warm towards the end of the outage. There are alternatives. They do sell bottled beer that is on ice so you still had cold beer available to you. People, you must know your alternatives!
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Saw a commercial yesterday that irritated me but got me to thinking about how the white man can be continually be joked on but cannot joke back. The commercial was for either Sirius or XMFM. It should 3 white businessmen driving listening to rap, and of course, lip synching along while making the facial gestures like a rap star. It reminded me of the creepy Nextel commercial and the other white guys (with on Asian). There is another commercial showing totally white guy trying to be hip and rap as well. Why must we be stereotyped? Furthermore, why don't they show black people, all gangsta'd up, singing Motley Crue's Shout at the Devil or Anthrax's Indians in a commercial? Shouldn't it go both ways? I want to see some dude with mouth grills, big afros with picks, and basketball jerseys air guitaring, singing, and head banging.
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I will have little work to do today. I am thinking of doing the unthinkable. Calling my boss to see if there is anything for me to do. I did it the other day and was told there wasn't. Yeah, you think I am crazy for doing this but I cannot sit here all day doing nothing. I am some things to get done but nothing that will take the entire day. If she says to do nothing, so be it. I score points by trying to find something. If she gives me work, hell, I am on vacation for the next 10 days, so I don't have to worry about getting stuff done. Works out well for me.
Plus, I am leaving early today.
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Thinking about what I will see tonight. Toss up between the Harley riders and rednecks watching Lynyrd Skynyrd, and the freaky pierce-every-part-of-my-body and metal boys crowd at Everclear.
Have a great weekend. Drink all that you can handle. And rock on with your bad self.
I didn't bother with Summerfest last night. Nothing of interest to me. Pearl Jam? Overrated. Just my opinion. Bodeans? Yeah, not bad, but that place must have been packed. Blue Oyster Cult? More cowbell!
I am heading out there after work today. Hopefully the power won't go out. Yep, big power outage yesterday that killed the music for a couple of hours. But the beer still flowed. Just without any sound to enjoy in the background. Now I better not hear any complaints from people that may claim the beer got warm towards the end of the outage. There are alternatives. They do sell bottled beer that is on ice so you still had cold beer available to you. People, you must know your alternatives!
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Saw a commercial yesterday that irritated me but got me to thinking about how the white man can be continually be joked on but cannot joke back. The commercial was for either Sirius or XMFM. It should 3 white businessmen driving listening to rap, and of course, lip synching along while making the facial gestures like a rap star. It reminded me of the creepy Nextel commercial and the other white guys (with on Asian). There is another commercial showing totally white guy trying to be hip and rap as well. Why must we be stereotyped? Furthermore, why don't they show black people, all gangsta'd up, singing Motley Crue's Shout at the Devil or Anthrax's Indians in a commercial? Shouldn't it go both ways? I want to see some dude with mouth grills, big afros with picks, and basketball jerseys air guitaring, singing, and head banging.
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I will have little work to do today. I am thinking of doing the unthinkable. Calling my boss to see if there is anything for me to do. I did it the other day and was told there wasn't. Yeah, you think I am crazy for doing this but I cannot sit here all day doing nothing. I am some things to get done but nothing that will take the entire day. If she says to do nothing, so be it. I score points by trying to find something. If she gives me work, hell, I am on vacation for the next 10 days, so I don't have to worry about getting stuff done. Works out well for me.
Plus, I am leaving early today.
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Thinking about what I will see tonight. Toss up between the Harley riders and rednecks watching Lynyrd Skynyrd, and the freaky pierce-every-part-of-my-body and metal boys crowd at Everclear.
Have a great weekend. Drink all that you can handle. And rock on with your bad self.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Summerfest booze advice
Summerfest opens the gates today for 11 days of music, food, and drink. There are plenty of places to enjoy each of the aforementioned items. Generally, you will find something good to eat no mater what food you want, good music to listen to whatever your taste may be, and plenty of beer and soda.
But wait, what is that? You don't like beer? Hey, it happens. I even know someone who says they are allergic to beer. Poor guy. What a cruel fate afflicted upon him
So you want something harder to drink, huh? Head on down the martini lounge and you can get your vodka jones on. Yes, the drinks are expensive at 10 bucks a pop. Or go drink some wine at the Water Street Brewery stand- though I would recommend the Honey Weiss they serve.
Still not content? Picky son-of-a-biscuit you are! Well, there is one final thing for you to do. Say it with me, FLASK. Try to bring in your own booze. You can enjoy your Jack & Cokes, Summer Hummers, or 7 & 7s that way. Of course, there is some risk involved.
You are not suppose to carry in any beverages. They do pat people down at the gates to prevent this from happening. But if you are skilled and have a stealth nature, it can be done.
Do yourself a favor and avoid the obvious. Do not put a flask or fifth in a backpack, gym bag, or purse. They will find them easily. Same with the cargo pants. This will see the bottle in the side pocket. The best place is tucked in the small of your back. If you are not carrying anything in the gates with you but your ticket, they won't stop you. They won't have the time.
Another tip is to enter when there are a lot of people trying to get onto the grounds. Opening time on the weekends or 6-8 at night when the work crowd is showing up. The two people trying to frisk everyone won't have the time to catch everyone that has the obvious bags or clothing to check. Of course, don't try to push your way through or duck out and pass them. That will guarantee you get checked.
Also, wear either jeans or regular jean shorts. Anything without a ton of pockets. They tend to quickly look you over and let you in.
Finally, don't look guilty. If you look like the cat the just swallowed the canary, you will be checked.
So you got the booze in? Congratulations! Now be careful about what you do with it. If it is light out, you need to make sure you are drinking in plain sight. If you are going to mix it, be discreet. You probably will be kicked out of the Fest and we don't want that to happen. Worse yet, they could confiscate the flask and booze. Again, be discreet when pouring. We don't want any problems with all the hard work we have put in already.
But wait, what is that? You don't like beer? Hey, it happens. I even know someone who says they are allergic to beer. Poor guy. What a cruel fate afflicted upon him
So you want something harder to drink, huh? Head on down the martini lounge and you can get your vodka jones on. Yes, the drinks are expensive at 10 bucks a pop. Or go drink some wine at the Water Street Brewery stand- though I would recommend the Honey Weiss they serve.
Still not content? Picky son-of-a-biscuit you are! Well, there is one final thing for you to do. Say it with me, FLASK. Try to bring in your own booze. You can enjoy your Jack & Cokes, Summer Hummers, or 7 & 7s that way. Of course, there is some risk involved.
You are not suppose to carry in any beverages. They do pat people down at the gates to prevent this from happening. But if you are skilled and have a stealth nature, it can be done.
Do yourself a favor and avoid the obvious. Do not put a flask or fifth in a backpack, gym bag, or purse. They will find them easily. Same with the cargo pants. This will see the bottle in the side pocket. The best place is tucked in the small of your back. If you are not carrying anything in the gates with you but your ticket, they won't stop you. They won't have the time.
Another tip is to enter when there are a lot of people trying to get onto the grounds. Opening time on the weekends or 6-8 at night when the work crowd is showing up. The two people trying to frisk everyone won't have the time to catch everyone that has the obvious bags or clothing to check. Of course, don't try to push your way through or duck out and pass them. That will guarantee you get checked.
Also, wear either jeans or regular jean shorts. Anything without a ton of pockets. They tend to quickly look you over and let you in.
Finally, don't look guilty. If you look like the cat the just swallowed the canary, you will be checked.
So you got the booze in? Congratulations! Now be careful about what you do with it. If it is light out, you need to make sure you are drinking in plain sight. If you are going to mix it, be discreet. You probably will be kicked out of the Fest and we don't want that to happen. Worse yet, they could confiscate the flask and booze. Again, be discreet when pouring. We don't want any problems with all the hard work we have put in already.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Piece of Me
For some reason, Skid Row's "Piece of Me" was suddenly spinning in my brain.
Don't know where it came from but it is now gone. I popped on While Drinking Radio, the heavy version, and was greeted with some In Flames, Only for the Weak.
11:23. That is the time I am shooting for today. The second half of the week, the slide down the hill, begins at 11:23. All on the downside from there on out. Vacation is within my grasp. 10 beautiful days of music, gambling, drinking, and other sins that guarantee me a spot in Hell.
Summerfest begins tomorrow. I may be skipping the opening day. If Gambino is doing bottles at Big Mommas, I will probably be there. I need to give her her Drinking for Jesus shirt anyways. Got mine in the mail yesterday and they came out pretty damn good. Quite happy for the first run. Go get yours today! I need to pay for a round of drinks at the bar!
Anyone know where I can rent some goats? I need to get the lawn mowed but with it raining every day, it has been impossible. I figure if I can get some goats, they can take care of the grass and I can get some cheese out of it as well.
Note to the smug looking asshole in the grey Mercedes on the freeway this morning: Fuck you! Drive a little bit faster or get out of the fucking lane. Stop blocking all the cars behind you. You are not that fucking important! Assmunch!
Hmm...if I don't have to babysit my from-out-of-town-non-drinking- co-worker tonight, and I can get the lawn cut, I may have to reward myself with a bucket or two. Is there such a thing as a non-rain dance?
Go do something useful now and read Pauly's WSOP reports. Great stories about what is happening in Vegas right now. Don't worry, you won't be reading about chip counts or hand histories. More like stories at the hooker bar. C'mon, who doesn't like a good hooker bar story?
One for the money
Two for the show
Round and round and round we go
Don't know where it came from but it is now gone. I popped on While Drinking Radio, the heavy version, and was greeted with some In Flames, Only for the Weak.
11:23. That is the time I am shooting for today. The second half of the week, the slide down the hill, begins at 11:23. All on the downside from there on out. Vacation is within my grasp. 10 beautiful days of music, gambling, drinking, and other sins that guarantee me a spot in Hell.
Summerfest begins tomorrow. I may be skipping the opening day. If Gambino is doing bottles at Big Mommas, I will probably be there. I need to give her her Drinking for Jesus shirt anyways. Got mine in the mail yesterday and they came out pretty damn good. Quite happy for the first run. Go get yours today! I need to pay for a round of drinks at the bar!
Anyone know where I can rent some goats? I need to get the lawn mowed but with it raining every day, it has been impossible. I figure if I can get some goats, they can take care of the grass and I can get some cheese out of it as well.
Note to the smug looking asshole in the grey Mercedes on the freeway this morning: Fuck you! Drive a little bit faster or get out of the fucking lane. Stop blocking all the cars behind you. You are not that fucking important! Assmunch!
Hmm...if I don't have to babysit my from-out-of-town-non-drinking- co-worker tonight, and I can get the lawn cut, I may have to reward myself with a bucket or two. Is there such a thing as a non-rain dance?
Go do something useful now and read Pauly's WSOP reports. Great stories about what is happening in Vegas right now. Don't worry, you won't be reading about chip counts or hand histories. More like stories at the hooker bar. C'mon, who doesn't like a good hooker bar story?
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
S.I.T.
There are many things one sees on the Drinking for Jesus Tour. All kinds of people from all kinds of backgrounds. You have different races, ages, classes, etc. And then you have the people that just make you wonder WTF?
A good church festival will have at least one person that makes you wonder what the hell is going on in their head. Case in point from Mary Queen of Heaven on Friday. Things seemed normal until a 15 year chick bops up to the stage. She stands there right in front of the band (Bobby Friss), just begging for the attention. Cool, some chick that just needs everyone to watch her. She announces it is her birthday. The band wishes her a good day and all and the show goes on. At the end of the song, she is back. She kept going from being at the front of the stage to a group of people by the beer service. I couldn't quite see who was by the beer but I figured it was her parents.
After a couple of songs, the band invites people whose birthday is coming up to join them on stage. Before Bobby could get the words out of his mouth, the chick was up there. As the music started, she started her act. It was like she was on that So You Think You Can Dance? show. She was busting out all of her moves. Even leaned forward and shaked the boobies for the crowd. Now mind you, she said she was just 15. She kept dancing away, adding the Go Daddy twirl in too.
The band had chicks up on stage a couple of times during the night. Luckily for them, some of legal age joined them. But this chick was up there each time, shaking it, just loving the attention she was getting. At one point during the night, I turned to my friend and said she was a S.I.T.- Stripper in Training. If there was a pole on the stage, she would have been using it. I give her 3 years until she is performing at one of the local strip clubs.
Now the thing that gets me is twofold. Were her parents there? If I had a 15 year old daughter, she would not be up at some festival shaking her goods on stage. If the parents were there, how could they continue to let this go on? Sometimes I have no clue what the hell people are thinking. I just wish the band would have thrown the fish back. Give her a couple of years until she is legal. Then let her shake her thang. The way this chick was going, she will be flashing in a couple years.
I am beginning to finalize my Summerfest plans. Thankfully I am not too impressed with the acts. Getting in and out of the area is going to be a total bitch this year. With the construction on the freeways going on, there is basically one way for people driving in from the south to get there without getting totally lost and routed to the ghetto. Getting there isn't the problem either. Getting out is. It will take some people close to 2 hours to leave at the end of the night. My advice is to bring a cooler. If traffic is bad when you are walking to your car, it is tailgating time.
A good church festival will have at least one person that makes you wonder what the hell is going on in their head. Case in point from Mary Queen of Heaven on Friday. Things seemed normal until a 15 year chick bops up to the stage. She stands there right in front of the band (Bobby Friss), just begging for the attention. Cool, some chick that just needs everyone to watch her. She announces it is her birthday. The band wishes her a good day and all and the show goes on. At the end of the song, she is back. She kept going from being at the front of the stage to a group of people by the beer service. I couldn't quite see who was by the beer but I figured it was her parents.
After a couple of songs, the band invites people whose birthday is coming up to join them on stage. Before Bobby could get the words out of his mouth, the chick was up there. As the music started, she started her act. It was like she was on that So You Think You Can Dance? show. She was busting out all of her moves. Even leaned forward and shaked the boobies for the crowd. Now mind you, she said she was just 15. She kept dancing away, adding the Go Daddy twirl in too.
The band had chicks up on stage a couple of times during the night. Luckily for them, some of legal age joined them. But this chick was up there each time, shaking it, just loving the attention she was getting. At one point during the night, I turned to my friend and said she was a S.I.T.- Stripper in Training. If there was a pole on the stage, she would have been using it. I give her 3 years until she is performing at one of the local strip clubs.
Now the thing that gets me is twofold. Were her parents there? If I had a 15 year old daughter, she would not be up at some festival shaking her goods on stage. If the parents were there, how could they continue to let this go on? Sometimes I have no clue what the hell people are thinking. I just wish the band would have thrown the fish back. Give her a couple of years until she is legal. Then let her shake her thang. The way this chick was going, she will be flashing in a couple years.
I am beginning to finalize my Summerfest plans. Thankfully I am not too impressed with the acts. Getting in and out of the area is going to be a total bitch this year. With the construction on the freeways going on, there is basically one way for people driving in from the south to get there without getting totally lost and routed to the ghetto. Getting there isn't the problem either. Getting out is. It will take some people close to 2 hours to leave at the end of the night. My advice is to bring a cooler. If traffic is bad when you are walking to your car, it is tailgating time.
Monday, June 26, 2006
The beer just kept coming
I felt quite responsible when I left the bar on Friday night. Drinking for Jesus is addictive. Once you start, you don't want to stop. But stop I had to. I needed to be up early for the CPO. I was hoping that 5 hours of sleep would suffice.
It isn't every day you find yourself standing in an open field, drinking PBR, and hauling a friend's clubs over your back. Being a caddy isn't easy. You need to hone such skills as flagging down the beverage cart. Then you need to make sure they keep the PBR in stock. Yes, we drank them out of their ice cold can of Pabst. Some one had to.
There was more beer afterwards in the clubhouse. Then at BW3s. Then at Big Mommas.
I chose to take it easy on Saturday night. Instead of pressing forward with Drinking for Jesus, I decided to watch the Brewers at the bar instead. I had a slew of drink tickets to use up as well. I walked in with 5 and left with 3. Please, don't let the math confuse you. I had way more than 2 beers. The service was great on Saturday. Remember people, tip your bartenders!
Sunday was suppose to be an easy day. Get some work done at my mother's house, mow the lawn and watch a movie. Instead I find myself digging through a pile of "treasure" (more on this tomorrow) from the high school days and then at Hooters.
Many beers later, I am walking down the street to Bert's to get more beer. I need something to drink while I play poker. I hadn't been in Bert's in a while. He has put in a new stack of shelves dedicated to just micro brews. My candy store had gotten even better! I settled in for the Lakefront Brewery Cherry Lager. Damn was that not only tasty, but refreshing. Add in a Sprecher Rasberry Stout as a dessert and I was content.
I hacked my way to 4th place in the Razz event before calling it a day. In retrospect, this weekend was a good primer for Vegas. With Summerfest on the horizon, my liver will be in top shape by the time I hit the desert.
It isn't every day you find yourself standing in an open field, drinking PBR, and hauling a friend's clubs over your back. Being a caddy isn't easy. You need to hone such skills as flagging down the beverage cart. Then you need to make sure they keep the PBR in stock. Yes, we drank them out of their ice cold can of Pabst. Some one had to.
There was more beer afterwards in the clubhouse. Then at BW3s. Then at Big Mommas.
I chose to take it easy on Saturday night. Instead of pressing forward with Drinking for Jesus, I decided to watch the Brewers at the bar instead. I had a slew of drink tickets to use up as well. I walked in with 5 and left with 3. Please, don't let the math confuse you. I had way more than 2 beers. The service was great on Saturday. Remember people, tip your bartenders!
Sunday was suppose to be an easy day. Get some work done at my mother's house, mow the lawn and watch a movie. Instead I find myself digging through a pile of "treasure" (more on this tomorrow) from the high school days and then at Hooters.
Many beers later, I am walking down the street to Bert's to get more beer. I need something to drink while I play poker. I hadn't been in Bert's in a while. He has put in a new stack of shelves dedicated to just micro brews. My candy store had gotten even better! I settled in for the Lakefront Brewery Cherry Lager. Damn was that not only tasty, but refreshing. Add in a Sprecher Rasberry Stout as a dessert and I was content.
I hacked my way to 4th place in the Razz event before calling it a day. In retrospect, this weekend was a good primer for Vegas. With Summerfest on the horizon, my liver will be in top shape by the time I hit the desert.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Drinking for Jesus, Bobby Friss style
I was busy Drinking for Jesus on Friday night as one of Florida's premier musicians came to play in Wisconsin once again. I first saw Bobby Friss 5 or so years ago at Summerfest. He and his band blew me away. A nice mix of classic rock, his own tunes, and interaction with the audience made him an instant favorite. When I saw that he made his way up not only for Summerfest, but also the Wisconsin State Fair as well as some church festivals, I knew I would have one rockin' band to see each summer.
Thus, I found myself at Queen Mary of Heaven on Friday night for an awesome performance by Bobby Friss. He came out and his band delivered another great rockin show. Played everything from Cheap Trick to ZZ Top, Led Zeppelin, among others. About the only thing they didn't do was one of my favorites, Deep Purple's Highway Star. That just about deflated the entire night for me. But the show was still a great one. The reason I go see Bobby Friss to begin with.
The Milwaukee band scene is rather stagnant. Too many bands what to play the same old songs they think people want to hear. Any band can play Come on Eileen (though she does get pissed when you do that) or American Girl by Tom Petty. I like the bands that play the other rock songs you know and love that aren't being played by everyone else (though Bobby Friss did play American Girl. I went and pissed at that moment). Play some Zeppelin. Play some Deep Purple. Play some Motley Crue like the Sonic Circus does. Do something different and you will find yourself with a nice fan base. This city's music scene is begging for something different.
With Summerfest coming up, I hope to find something new that I enjoy.
Thus, I found myself at Queen Mary of Heaven on Friday night for an awesome performance by Bobby Friss. He came out and his band delivered another great rockin show. Played everything from Cheap Trick to ZZ Top, Led Zeppelin, among others. About the only thing they didn't do was one of my favorites, Deep Purple's Highway Star. That just about deflated the entire night for me. But the show was still a great one. The reason I go see Bobby Friss to begin with.
The Milwaukee band scene is rather stagnant. Too many bands what to play the same old songs they think people want to hear. Any band can play Come on Eileen (though she does get pissed when you do that) or American Girl by Tom Petty. I like the bands that play the other rock songs you know and love that aren't being played by everyone else (though Bobby Friss did play American Girl. I went and pissed at that moment). Play some Zeppelin. Play some Deep Purple. Play some Motley Crue like the Sonic Circus does. Do something different and you will find yourself with a nice fan base. This city's music scene is begging for something different.
With Summerfest coming up, I hope to find something new that I enjoy.
Friday, June 23, 2006
Slow road to insanity
Because I finish work earlier than my co-workers, I am always the first one at the bar when we go out for a drink at the end of the work day. I sit around for usually a half hour before anyone else shows up. I don't mind as it gives me some time to relax and reflect.
The place of choice was the local Tumbleweed restaurant simply because of the patio. No other place gives you the opportunity to drink outside around the office. My guess is all these restaurants play the same music no matter where you are. Country. I don't mind country music. I can handle it now. Used to be a time where I would leave a place if all they played was country. Then I noticed all the hot chicks that would show up at Summerfest for the country shows. Women in shorts and cowboys boots and hat. Yowza!
As I sat on the patio drinking my beer, I actually started to listen to the songs. I couldn't help but think how ridiculous they sounded. Take the Toby Keith tune, Beer for My Horses. Hey, nothing wrong the boys getting some whisky or the horses drinking beer. Gotta keep the horses happy. But the "raise our glasses against evil forces"? That is the best he could do to find something to rhyme with horses? And who the hell fights evil forces on horses any more?
I then endured listening to some chick sing about growing up in the boondocks. There were a couple more but this one took the cake. I have found the lyrics and I still don't get it.
I then got to thinking about the music I listen to. Do the lyrics sound as ridiculous to a country ear as the country music sounds to a metal ear? Let's look at classic tune, Metallica's Creeping Death:
Speaking of which, Summerfest, the biggest and best music festival in the world is now less than a week away. I will be in Vegas for the latter half of it and will miss some good local talent. No bands in particular for me to see this year, though the David Lee Roth show should be good again. Otherwise, I will be checking out some new music this year.
Hoping to keep the Drinking for Jesus tour alive this weekend. I believe Bobby Friss is playing at a church tonight. That is always a good time. I just need to find where the place is.
Hope everyone is able to enjoy a nice cold beer, or other beverage of your choice this weekend. No matter what you do, rememer to rock on with your bad self!
The place of choice was the local Tumbleweed restaurant simply because of the patio. No other place gives you the opportunity to drink outside around the office. My guess is all these restaurants play the same music no matter where you are. Country. I don't mind country music. I can handle it now. Used to be a time where I would leave a place if all they played was country. Then I noticed all the hot chicks that would show up at Summerfest for the country shows. Women in shorts and cowboys boots and hat. Yowza!
As I sat on the patio drinking my beer, I actually started to listen to the songs. I couldn't help but think how ridiculous they sounded. Take the Toby Keith tune, Beer for My Horses. Hey, nothing wrong the boys getting some whisky or the horses drinking beer. Gotta keep the horses happy. But the "raise our glasses against evil forces"? That is the best he could do to find something to rhyme with horses? And who the hell fights evil forces on horses any more?
I then endured listening to some chick sing about growing up in the boondocks. There were a couple more but this one took the cake. I have found the lyrics and I still don't get it.
Double XL, Double XL!
Don't call me on the phone just ring my dinner bell.
Double XL Double XL!
I'm a lean, mean, love machine that likes to be held,
ooo bbbppp baby I'm a double XL!
WTF is ooo bbbppp? It looks like the guy is dribbling down his chin as he sings. I guess I just don't get it.ooo bbbppp baby I'm a double XL!
I then got to thinking about the music I listen to. Do the lyrics sound as ridiculous to a country ear as the country music sounds to a metal ear? Let's look at classic tune, Metallica's Creeping Death:
Die by my hand
I creep across the land
Killing first-born man
Looks normal to me, but I wonder what the country listening folk think about it. Even better to wonder when you hear it being played live. Picture 20,000 people chanting "Die! Die! Die!" as they sing those lyrics. From what I have heard, it really freaked out people when Metallica played Summerfest back in 92, I believe.
Speaking of which, Summerfest, the biggest and best music festival in the world is now less than a week away. I will be in Vegas for the latter half of it and will miss some good local talent. No bands in particular for me to see this year, though the David Lee Roth show should be good again. Otherwise, I will be checking out some new music this year.
Hoping to keep the Drinking for Jesus tour alive this weekend. I believe Bobby Friss is playing at a church tonight. That is always a good time. I just need to find where the place is.
Hope everyone is able to enjoy a nice cold beer, or other beverage of your choice this weekend. No matter what you do, rememer to rock on with your bad self!
Thursday, June 22, 2006
10 Cane
Every once in a while, I sit at the bar and just observe things. I notice the overpriced box of mixed nuts that has been there since Christmas. The Red Bull display that looks pretty stupid. The huge bottle of scotch that looks way out of place.
As I look, I always check out the bottles of liquor that in stock. The dust on the Cutty Black amuses me. Man, is that stuff nasty. The high end vodka always looks out of place in a dive bar. The colored booze that is now clear because of the sunlight is nice to see too. Usually it has a dead bug in it as well. Yeah, I hang at a high class establishment.
But yesterday, the focus was on the high end bottle of rum. 10 Cane. What the hell was that doing in here? I had read about it before but never had any. Apparently, no one else had either. Kenny says the bottle had been there for a couple of months before he tried some. Some being the key word. He tried a sip of it and didn't care for it. Since that time, no one else had any of the 10 Cane.
Until last night.
Kenny talked ML into pouring me a bit. Just a bit. Before we could stop her, a full shot was in front of me (though she claims it was not full because it was not overflowing the glass). Ken then told me to smell it because it smelled like tequila. Ok, never smell a shot after someone tells you what it smells like. It plants the idea in your head. Now, I did not think it smelled like tequila. A hint maybe, but not totally.
I took a sip and let it roll over my tongue. It wasn't bad. I liked it. But I wasn't going to drink this stuff straight. Got some coke, popped what was left in and drank it down.
I couldn't help but think of that bottle this morning. I am tempted to go in one day and start drinking it. Put a serious dent in that bottle just so it doesn't look so lonely anymore. Then again, if I drink more Captain Morgan's, I could win the camping package. Decisions, decisions.
Time for a little advice as well. People, show your bartenders the respect they deserve. Don't get rude with them, especially when the place is busy. I witnessed this last night and though ML did a good job with this clown. He snapped at her a couple of times so she refused to serve him. He acted like it was his right for her to bow down, kiss his ass, and get him a shot whenever he demanded. He even ripped off the line of "I always get good service from the others but this one". Idiot. The bartender holds the key to the kingdom. Why do you want to piss them off?
Even if you are getting shitty service, don't take it out on the bartender. The best thing to do is leave. No place is that great that you can be shat upon and stay. I don't care how hot the bartender is. Bitching at them will get you no where.
But if you treat them with respect, you will get great service and your drinks in a timely manner. Plus you never know, they may conveniently forget to charge you.
One of my software systems just told me that it is going to be 98 degrees in Aiken, South Carolina today. Humidity of 90% as well. I bet some 10 Cane would taste quite good to the residents of that city today.
As I look, I always check out the bottles of liquor that in stock. The dust on the Cutty Black amuses me. Man, is that stuff nasty. The high end vodka always looks out of place in a dive bar. The colored booze that is now clear because of the sunlight is nice to see too. Usually it has a dead bug in it as well. Yeah, I hang at a high class establishment.
But yesterday, the focus was on the high end bottle of rum. 10 Cane. What the hell was that doing in here? I had read about it before but never had any. Apparently, no one else had either. Kenny says the bottle had been there for a couple of months before he tried some. Some being the key word. He tried a sip of it and didn't care for it. Since that time, no one else had any of the 10 Cane.
Until last night.
Kenny talked ML into pouring me a bit. Just a bit. Before we could stop her, a full shot was in front of me (though she claims it was not full because it was not overflowing the glass). Ken then told me to smell it because it smelled like tequila. Ok, never smell a shot after someone tells you what it smells like. It plants the idea in your head. Now, I did not think it smelled like tequila. A hint maybe, but not totally.
I took a sip and let it roll over my tongue. It wasn't bad. I liked it. But I wasn't going to drink this stuff straight. Got some coke, popped what was left in and drank it down.
I couldn't help but think of that bottle this morning. I am tempted to go in one day and start drinking it. Put a serious dent in that bottle just so it doesn't look so lonely anymore. Then again, if I drink more Captain Morgan's, I could win the camping package. Decisions, decisions.
Time for a little advice as well. People, show your bartenders the respect they deserve. Don't get rude with them, especially when the place is busy. I witnessed this last night and though ML did a good job with this clown. He snapped at her a couple of times so she refused to serve him. He acted like it was his right for her to bow down, kiss his ass, and get him a shot whenever he demanded. He even ripped off the line of "I always get good service from the others but this one". Idiot. The bartender holds the key to the kingdom. Why do you want to piss them off?
Even if you are getting shitty service, don't take it out on the bartender. The best thing to do is leave. No place is that great that you can be shat upon and stay. I don't care how hot the bartender is. Bitching at them will get you no where.
But if you treat them with respect, you will get great service and your drinks in a timely manner. Plus you never know, they may conveniently forget to charge you.
One of my software systems just told me that it is going to be 98 degrees in Aiken, South Carolina today. Humidity of 90% as well. I bet some 10 Cane would taste quite good to the residents of that city today.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
Own a piece of Drinking for Jesus memorabilia
Check this out!!!
Now available, the unofficial 2006 Drinking for Jesus commemorative shirt. Yes, you too can feel like you have watch the inbred dance a jig to a bad cover band as you drink your beer. How can you pass up on this? I have tried to keep the price reasonable. Believe me, I am not making much money on this. Just trying to spread the word. If I sell a shirt, I won't be able to get a beer. Two shirts may get me a beer during happy hour. So think about this way, buy a couple shirts and you are buying me a beer? Isn't that a great idea?
But wait there is more, as you peruse the scant offerings available, you can listen to one of the While Drinking Radio stations! Wow! Does a Wednesday morning get any better than this?
Go ahead and grab a beer and please your ears.
Looks like the weather has calmed down outside. A thunderstorm just moved on through, blowing the trees and rain sideways. Still dark and nasty looking, with some thunder here and there, but the worst is supposed to be gone now.
I was disappointed that I couldn't go to the Cinderella show last night. I have come to realize that basically I have a different taste in music that the majority of my friends. The one guy I knew from college that I could count on to catch whatever metal show came through hasn't spoken to me since he got a girlfriend. I will need to make a call and get that changed. I will probably want to catch a couple shows that will be around this summer: Poison, Twisted Sister, Tesla, Skid Row. I wonder if I can talk him into seeing In Flames as well?
Instead of rocking out, I was home, eating a grilled cheese sandwich (after having 30 slices of cheese left from camping, I had a craving), and watching Hell's Kitchen. The people they get for the show just kill me. I wish I could make a bunch of money yelling and insulting people so they can make food for me. And the contestants just do not understand the personality they are dealing with. Chef Ramsey is a perfectionist. You need to be perfect every time; do it his way, shut up, and get the job done, no excuses. Doesn't seem that hard to me.
Hey, are you still reading this? Shouldn't you be buying a shirt by now? C'mon, I have to pay for my bar bill somehow!
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Wood at work
I had one of those extra weird days yesterday. For some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about a number of different women. They all had something in common. They had either just gotten divorced or are in the process of getting it done. There are 5 of them. Some I know at work, others elsewhere.
It just popped in my mind that I suddenly knew a bunch of attractive chicks that were back on the market. As I smiled at such a thought, I suddenly realized that it wasn't that they were back on the market that I was thinking about. Let's just say that I had some rather devious thoughts going through my mind.
Bottom line was that I realized at one point that I wasn't going anywhere for a bit of time. Had to sit there and wait it out if you know what I mean. Once it felt like the tides had retreated back to the ocean, I would walk over to the refrigerator to find the coldest soda I could. Later, I would have quite a bit of energy to bike with.
I had those thoughts out of my mind this morning. Until I saw a comment left by Lisa. Being the curious chap that I am, I clicked on through to her profile and saw she had two blogs. One being quite racy, the other being more personal. I will have to keep at eye on these. You know for *ahem* research purposes. I also am curious who this "Weeds" is she mentioned.
If I was smart, I wouldn't have read some of the sex content on the Lisa's racy site. Now I must site here for a spell. Let's see, what else is there to say...
Anyone watch Treasure Hunters on Sunday? Looks to be a rip off of the Amazing Race. Except with more riddles and puzzles to solve. Otherwise it is the same concept. Plus, they may have more than their share of stupid people. The rednecks have no chance whatsoever. Neither do the Miss USA chicks. They are dead money. However, the hot chicks comprising the grad students do. Big applause to the producers for putting them on the boat so they would have to strip down to jump in the water.
I hope to have a big, huge, stupendous announcement here soon. Ok, maybe not big or huge, or not even stupendous, but something that cracks me up. I had a great idea and thanks to some help from Gambino, it looks like it may be done.
Is it warm in here?
It just popped in my mind that I suddenly knew a bunch of attractive chicks that were back on the market. As I smiled at such a thought, I suddenly realized that it wasn't that they were back on the market that I was thinking about. Let's just say that I had some rather devious thoughts going through my mind.
Bottom line was that I realized at one point that I wasn't going anywhere for a bit of time. Had to sit there and wait it out if you know what I mean. Once it felt like the tides had retreated back to the ocean, I would walk over to the refrigerator to find the coldest soda I could. Later, I would have quite a bit of energy to bike with.
I had those thoughts out of my mind this morning. Until I saw a comment left by Lisa. Being the curious chap that I am, I clicked on through to her profile and saw she had two blogs. One being quite racy, the other being more personal. I will have to keep at eye on these. You know for *ahem* research purposes. I also am curious who this "Weeds" is she mentioned.
If I was smart, I wouldn't have read some of the sex content on the Lisa's racy site. Now I must site here for a spell. Let's see, what else is there to say...
Anyone watch Treasure Hunters on Sunday? Looks to be a rip off of the Amazing Race. Except with more riddles and puzzles to solve. Otherwise it is the same concept. Plus, they may have more than their share of stupid people. The rednecks have no chance whatsoever. Neither do the Miss USA chicks. They are dead money. However, the hot chicks comprising the grad students do. Big applause to the producers for putting them on the boat so they would have to strip down to jump in the water.
I hope to have a big, huge, stupendous announcement here soon. Ok, maybe not big or huge, or not even stupendous, but something that cracks me up. I had a great idea and thanks to some help from Gambino, it looks like it may be done.
Is it warm in here?
Monday, June 19, 2006
Back to F*#&ing work
That is what I found myself grumbling as I went to bed last night. Back to effing work. I need to find a way to make a living as I drink and have a good time.
Yeah, the weekend was a blast. I was out Drinking for Jesus on Friday night. St. Romans didn't quite live up to the hype on Friday. The crowd wasn't too bad. The band the same old thing (from what I have heard, they refuse to get something new or better since they will have a crowd no matter who is playing). Even the crowd was so trailer parkish that night.
But the beer was flowing and the conversations with friends were going. Before you knew it, the end of the night was here and I was standing by the booze tent, drinking rum and cokes. Unfortunately, they were pouring the worst rum known to mankind. Remember everyone, life is too short to drink bad booze. Only do so to humor someone. You will want to avoid Ron Rio rum at all costs. And if you win a bottle at the booze raffle, it is ok to "accidentally" drop it, and kick it around so the plastic bottle does eventually break open and it is wasted. Or you can use it to unclog a drain at home. I am sure it can eat through anything.
Drinking for Jesus will resume at the end of this week. St. Pauls looks to be the front runner. They usually have their festival the same weekend as Romans. Guess they finally got smart about going head to head with the big boys.
I had expected to go back to Romans in the sweltering heat on Saturday. Milwaukee was in the 90s most of the weekend. Which brings up a point I have a beef with. It is 90 degrees outside. Nice weather to have the top down and to drive along playing some good old rock 'n roll. I saw at least a half dozen people driving convertibles with the top up, windows sealed, and apparently with the air conditioning on. WTF? Why do you own a convertible if you don't use it? It wasn't that hot. Yeah, it was warm, but there was a nice breeze. Such pussies!
The original plan was to continue to drink for the son of God on Saturday but a call came through to go catch the Brewers game instead. We could head up to Romans afterward. A little baseball sounded like a good idea. So glad I went as both pitchers tossed a great game and the Brew Crew won it in the bottom of the 9th. 40,000 fans went ballistic. Great time. We caught the game from the .300 club in the left field. Best thing about catching a game up there is the liquor sales do not stop in the 7th inning. You can keep getting drinks until they kick you out (which seemed to be about 30-40 minutes after the game ended). As we finished our round, we watched as they tended to the field.
At one point, two of the players came out with a bucket of balls and started throwing pitches to their kids. It was pretty cool to watch these little guys taking their hacks. They were out in right field by the wall. Even the littlest one who couldn't have been over 4, got off a couple of boomers, sending them over the wall. Those that were left in the club cheered each time he went deep.
Once they kicked us out, we headed out. A call was made to Romans where the report was that they crowd was hot and ugly. The coolness of the bar sounded like a much better idea to me. Soon the other guys who headed to church would show up saying it wasn't worth their time. I sucked down a couple cold ones before retiring.
The weekend was quite nice. I could have used another day to relax. Instead, I am here, back at f*#& work.
Yeah, the weekend was a blast. I was out Drinking for Jesus on Friday night. St. Romans didn't quite live up to the hype on Friday. The crowd wasn't too bad. The band the same old thing (from what I have heard, they refuse to get something new or better since they will have a crowd no matter who is playing). Even the crowd was so trailer parkish that night.
But the beer was flowing and the conversations with friends were going. Before you knew it, the end of the night was here and I was standing by the booze tent, drinking rum and cokes. Unfortunately, they were pouring the worst rum known to mankind. Remember everyone, life is too short to drink bad booze. Only do so to humor someone. You will want to avoid Ron Rio rum at all costs. And if you win a bottle at the booze raffle, it is ok to "accidentally" drop it, and kick it around so the plastic bottle does eventually break open and it is wasted. Or you can use it to unclog a drain at home. I am sure it can eat through anything.
Drinking for Jesus will resume at the end of this week. St. Pauls looks to be the front runner. They usually have their festival the same weekend as Romans. Guess they finally got smart about going head to head with the big boys.
I had expected to go back to Romans in the sweltering heat on Saturday. Milwaukee was in the 90s most of the weekend. Which brings up a point I have a beef with. It is 90 degrees outside. Nice weather to have the top down and to drive along playing some good old rock 'n roll. I saw at least a half dozen people driving convertibles with the top up, windows sealed, and apparently with the air conditioning on. WTF? Why do you own a convertible if you don't use it? It wasn't that hot. Yeah, it was warm, but there was a nice breeze. Such pussies!
The original plan was to continue to drink for the son of God on Saturday but a call came through to go catch the Brewers game instead. We could head up to Romans afterward. A little baseball sounded like a good idea. So glad I went as both pitchers tossed a great game and the Brew Crew won it in the bottom of the 9th. 40,000 fans went ballistic. Great time. We caught the game from the .300 club in the left field. Best thing about catching a game up there is the liquor sales do not stop in the 7th inning. You can keep getting drinks until they kick you out (which seemed to be about 30-40 minutes after the game ended). As we finished our round, we watched as they tended to the field.
At one point, two of the players came out with a bucket of balls and started throwing pitches to their kids. It was pretty cool to watch these little guys taking their hacks. They were out in right field by the wall. Even the littlest one who couldn't have been over 4, got off a couple of boomers, sending them over the wall. Those that were left in the club cheered each time he went deep.
Once they kicked us out, we headed out. A call was made to Romans where the report was that they crowd was hot and ugly. The coolness of the bar sounded like a much better idea to me. Soon the other guys who headed to church would show up saying it wasn't worth their time. I sucked down a couple cold ones before retiring.
The weekend was quite nice. I could have used another day to relax. Instead, I am here, back at f*#& work.
Friday, June 16, 2006
Tossing hand grenades
I was out with some friends last night. There was a city-wide charity event going on. Go to certain eateries for dinner and a charity gets a nice donation from the bill. Being the generous guy that I am, I figured I could help a good cause. Cause my refrigerator was empty and I needed something to eat.
They chose a place that was in my neighborhood, just a couple of miles away. The Palomino. Some people had eaten there before and thought highly of it. I had just been drinking in the bar and on the patio and thought the place was ok. I wondered if the food would be any good.
I got there before the others and enjoyed a Bells Two Hearted Ale. It has a full body, a hoppy taste, and was quite smooth. A nice Indian Pale. Only bad part was I realized I was not in the hoppy mood. Though the beer was good, I really wanted a nice wheat. They didn't have any. I could have taken the Hefe Weiss, but decided not too. Before I could make my next choice, my friends had arrive and we were seated.
The Palomino has one of the cutesy menus, where every offering has some funny little notes about it. Funny, the beer list didn't have that. Speaking of which, I had begun to look through the list again to see what I wanted to drink now. I chuckled at first, but quickly decided that I needed one. It isn't every day that you find Mickey's Fine Malt Liquor being served at a bar. I couldn't say no. I loves me a nice big mouth hand grenade. Though it could have been a bit colder, it tasted damn good.
But to the menu. After looking through and reading all cutesy writings they had, I found I just couldn't decide what to eat. I didn't want a burger. I was tempted by the chicken fried steak but that didn't cut it. The Velvet Elvis was raved about by my friends but we were getting one of those for everyone to try. Yes, I did eat a quarter of the bacon, peanut butter, and banana toasted sandwich. It could have used more bacon. What can't use more bacon (right Daddy?). But it was decent. For my meal, I ended up having a Chicken Philly Cheese Steak. With jalapeno poppers and red beans and rice.
Overall, the meal was blah. The sandwich had no real flavor to it. Though it was loaded with onions and green peppers, the bun was too thick. The beans and rice was good as were the poppers. But overall, I would say that it is not a place I would be running to for another meal. I would rather avoid the Milwaukee hipsters that think the place is so cool.
Before I went out, I headed over to the Home Depot to get some stuff. When I pulled in, I noticed something going on in the parking lot. There were 2 men on the ground, cuffed, with 3 guys in full black battle gear standing over them with rifles. One other guy who was searching a minivan had a POLICE windbreaker on. Of course, I park right by them so I can watch a bit as I go in and out of the store. When I did, some worker cracked to me "Parking tickets!". They were still out there when I left. Looked like some kind of drug bust on felons. That would explain the full SWAT team look. I couldn't find out as they were telling people to move on whenever you stood close by gawking.
It looks to be a warm, and maybe wet weekend in Milwaukee. When it is warm, the best thing to do is go to church. Drinking for Jesus gets back on track at St. Romans tonight. I may grab the camera and take some pictures. It amazes me that there are not church festivals like this around the country. I tried to explain it to my boss and she was flabbergasted that they served beer and gambled on church grounds. I look forward to standing around in the heat, winning some Ron Rio rum, and watching the local trailer parks empty out. The over/under on hillbilly sightings is 25. Those that have more than 4 teeth in their mouth, is at 15.
The boss is out today and Monday (YES!) so I have it easy. I will do enough to keep my mind active, but come 3, I am out of here!
They chose a place that was in my neighborhood, just a couple of miles away. The Palomino. Some people had eaten there before and thought highly of it. I had just been drinking in the bar and on the patio and thought the place was ok. I wondered if the food would be any good.
I got there before the others and enjoyed a Bells Two Hearted Ale. It has a full body, a hoppy taste, and was quite smooth. A nice Indian Pale. Only bad part was I realized I was not in the hoppy mood. Though the beer was good, I really wanted a nice wheat. They didn't have any. I could have taken the Hefe Weiss, but decided not too. Before I could make my next choice, my friends had arrive and we were seated.
The Palomino has one of the cutesy menus, where every offering has some funny little notes about it. Funny, the beer list didn't have that. Speaking of which, I had begun to look through the list again to see what I wanted to drink now. I chuckled at first, but quickly decided that I needed one. It isn't every day that you find Mickey's Fine Malt Liquor being served at a bar. I couldn't say no. I loves me a nice big mouth hand grenade. Though it could have been a bit colder, it tasted damn good.But to the menu. After looking through and reading all cutesy writings they had, I found I just couldn't decide what to eat. I didn't want a burger. I was tempted by the chicken fried steak but that didn't cut it. The Velvet Elvis was raved about by my friends but we were getting one of those for everyone to try. Yes, I did eat a quarter of the bacon, peanut butter, and banana toasted sandwich. It could have used more bacon. What can't use more bacon (right Daddy?). But it was decent. For my meal, I ended up having a Chicken Philly Cheese Steak. With jalapeno poppers and red beans and rice.
Overall, the meal was blah. The sandwich had no real flavor to it. Though it was loaded with onions and green peppers, the bun was too thick. The beans and rice was good as were the poppers. But overall, I would say that it is not a place I would be running to for another meal. I would rather avoid the Milwaukee hipsters that think the place is so cool.
Before I went out, I headed over to the Home Depot to get some stuff. When I pulled in, I noticed something going on in the parking lot. There were 2 men on the ground, cuffed, with 3 guys in full black battle gear standing over them with rifles. One other guy who was searching a minivan had a POLICE windbreaker on. Of course, I park right by them so I can watch a bit as I go in and out of the store. When I did, some worker cracked to me "Parking tickets!". They were still out there when I left. Looked like some kind of drug bust on felons. That would explain the full SWAT team look. I couldn't find out as they were telling people to move on whenever you stood close by gawking.
It looks to be a warm, and maybe wet weekend in Milwaukee. When it is warm, the best thing to do is go to church. Drinking for Jesus gets back on track at St. Romans tonight. I may grab the camera and take some pictures. It amazes me that there are not church festivals like this around the country. I tried to explain it to my boss and she was flabbergasted that they served beer and gambled on church grounds. I look forward to standing around in the heat, winning some Ron Rio rum, and watching the local trailer parks empty out. The over/under on hillbilly sightings is 25. Those that have more than 4 teeth in their mouth, is at 15.
The boss is out today and Monday (YES!) so I have it easy. I will do enough to keep my mind active, but come 3, I am out of here!
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Good for what ales ya
The foot feels fine today. I think it was the beer I drank last night. Nothing a good bucket of beer can't cure.
Some people can be instant headaches. Take for example this chick that was flapping her gums down in the cafeteria (Swedish Meatballs today!) this morning. Unfortunately, I had to listen to this conversation as I got some water. All I kept hearing was
Yeah, and I was like Shut the Fuck up! How can people not only talk like that but listen to someone who keeps saying that? I had to bolt out of the room before I went nuts. If only I could have taken an orange and jammed it into her yap. I would have saved the world.
Some people can be instant headaches. Take for example this chick that was flapping her gums down in the cafeteria (Swedish Meatballs today!) this morning. Unfortunately, I had to listen to this conversation as I got some water. All I kept hearing was
And she was like, blah, blah, blah...
And he was like, blah, blah, blah...
And I was like, blah,blah,blah...
Yeah, and I was like Shut the Fuck up! How can people not only talk like that but listen to someone who keeps saying that? I had to bolt out of the room before I went nuts. If only I could have taken an orange and jammed it into her yap. I would have saved the world.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
So this soccer thingy in going on
I see a lot of people are excited about this World Cup thing going on. I am not into soccer. Not my thing. Nothing wrong with you enjoying it. In fact, I hope you do. I would even spend some time at a bar hoisting a couple with you just because that is the kind of guy I am. One who is their for a friend.
So beside making random comments about scoring bowling on blogs when they mentioned the World Cup, I offer you this:
My ode to soccer.
After all, it ain't soccer if there ain't a streaker.
So beside making random comments about scoring bowling on blogs when they mentioned the World Cup, I offer you this:
My ode to soccer.
After all, it ain't soccer if there ain't a streaker.
I know why you are here
Everyone likes a good booze story. Whether it is talking about a good night of drunken stories, the sampling of new booze or beer, or the makings of the glorious liquid (like prior post), I try to be an outlet to inform (see the advice on the top right, more to come soon), new products you may want to try (I think Leinie's Sunset Wheat is officially the beer of summer), or tales of drunken happenings from the prior night or weekend, I aim to please.
So I will not tell you about my foot and how it swelled like a balloon yesterday. No, you are not here for stories that get podiatrist boners. I understand that. You would rather hear how I took some medication to help ease the swelling and the pain. Dr. Mark, Dr. Maker's Mark to the front tumbler.
If I do have the gout, they say booze is a cause. I say screw them. I call it the cure. Hey, I think that is part of a Mighty Bosstones tune. Hmm...don't see it on the bottom right side in the listing of booze lyrics. Of course, if anyone has any song lyrics to add, step right up and leave them. As long as they are not totally obscure, or dumb, I will put them up. I have quite a variety of artists up there. Metal, hard rock, melodic rock, party (what else do you call Buffet?), blues. Looks like I don't have any country. That may be cuz of all the Cuervo references. Remember, friends don't let friends drink bad tequila.
This weekend looks to be interesting. Drinking for Jesus resumes this weekend. I wonder if I will do mass again if I am there late on Saturday? There is some big eating contest going on a Harley dealership. Some kind of qualifier for the brat eating championship later this summer. You know it is important when the sanctioning body, the IFOCE, is in town to judge. And, no I will not be a contestant.
So I will not tell you about my foot and how it swelled like a balloon yesterday. No, you are not here for stories that get podiatrist boners. I understand that. You would rather hear how I took some medication to help ease the swelling and the pain. Dr. Mark, Dr. Maker's Mark to the front tumbler.
If I do have the gout, they say booze is a cause. I say screw them. I call it the cure. Hey, I think that is part of a Mighty Bosstones tune. Hmm...don't see it on the bottom right side in the listing of booze lyrics. Of course, if anyone has any song lyrics to add, step right up and leave them. As long as they are not totally obscure, or dumb, I will put them up. I have quite a variety of artists up there. Metal, hard rock, melodic rock, party (what else do you call Buffet?), blues. Looks like I don't have any country. That may be cuz of all the Cuervo references. Remember, friends don't let friends drink bad tequila.
This weekend looks to be interesting. Drinking for Jesus resumes this weekend. I wonder if I will do mass again if I am there late on Saturday? There is some big eating contest going on a Harley dealership. Some kind of qualifier for the brat eating championship later this summer. You know it is important when the sanctioning body, the IFOCE, is in town to judge. And, no I will not be a contestant.
Now, if they had a beer drinking marathon going on...
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Don't wake the baby!
I got some great news in the mail the other day. Yes, I am a proud father of a barrel of whisky. I received an update on how my baby is doing. Thankfully I don't have to worry to much as the good people of Maker's Mark are taking great care of it. They sent me a nice update to tell me how my kid is doing. Hope it reads well.
Just when I thought my foot was feeling a bit better last night, I got to work today and it hurt like hell. I wonder if it is the dress shoes? I will try to avoid walking whenever possible and if it is still bothering me by Thursday, I may just go see a doctor. There will be a lot of standing this weekend as the Drinking for Jesus Tour 2006 makes a stop at St. Romans on possibly both Friday and Saturday. Yes, it is time for the big one and I need to have both feet in good shape.
Furthermore, I need to have things cleared up by the end of the month. Both Summerfest and Vegas are ahead. That is a ton of walking. I cannot picture myself hobbling around either event. That would truly be hell on earth.
I don't know if Milwaukee radio has gotten better or not lately. I think it is that I have gotten used to it being the suckhole that it is. But yesterday, it took a turn for the worse at one station. No, they didn't change they format (though that may not necessarily be a bad thing). They just guaranteed themselves the title of having the worst DJs or "on air personalities" or whatever the fug they like to be called, in the history of radio. The Brew's people are really the worst you will ever hear. The morning team especially is pathetic. I only listen when the Hog goes into their 10 minute commercial breaks. The Brew's morning team is both boring and totally unfunny. Yet, I thought they were joking when this announcement was made. On Friday, they teased that they had a big concert announcement to make. The giggling chick (I don't know nor care if that is Lynch or Meyers) was saying how great it was going to be when they announced it on Monday. Yesterday, I happen to catch the dude saying how excited he was and that the show may make his head spin and explode. So, of course, I am thinking that some major act is coming to town. I spin it around in my mind and can't think of any particularly big show that may be coming to town except for the Metallica rumor at OzFest. But they don't talk about OzFest on this station.
So the announcement is made at 7:30, a time I am not listening. I check their website later to find out what the "big announcement" was. I stared at the screen thinking they were kidding. The big act was Asia? Fugging heat of the moment, don't cry Asia? You have got to be joking me. This chick was getting her panties all wet because Asia was coming to town? How pathetic!
No wonder they have the worst DJs. And by the way, they can take their "tease trivia" about the next song after the commercials and shove it. Those suck too.
Monday, June 12, 2006
I think I have the gout
I had a very enjoyable weekend even though it was rainy, chilly, and windy. Any time you can get away from your normal routine of life and spend time with great friends, you can easily overcome what Mother Nature throws at you. Yeah, it may suck to wake up, freezing your ass off when you walk out of a tent that just leaked water, after you put your suck into a puddle, but the memories can't be taken from you.
That is one thing I like about camping with this group. I first camped with them just 2 years ago. I am still a novice. When things get weird, I follow the lead of the vets (Arnie and Ken) and help where I can. People know their role and all chores get done. It is pretty amazing to watch and then experience. There are times when you are hauling your ass around the site, whether it is to grab wood, hold something, or just get out of the way, and times when you just need to sit around, talk, and drink. Of course, I excel at the latter part.
When all is said and done, you have the weird stories to tell, most of which no one would truly get unless they were there (Can you picture it Janet?). And a smile when you think about it. What do you expect when you stay at a place call the Bong Rec Area?
But I wasn't smiling on Sunday morning. I had gone to sleep around 12:30 or so. I wasn't sure what time it was. Saturday had started out on the chilly side. But a nice Hamms was there to wake me up. What, you didn't know Hamms was a breakfast beer? It is when you are in Kenosha county. After breakfast, I had a couple Captain and Cokes before settling in on Miller Lite for the duration of the day. Some 15 or 16 hours later and it was 12:30 am and I was heading to the tent.
I wouldn't sleep well. I kept waking up to take a piss, and also noticed a sharp pain by my big toe. Every time I got up to take a leak, I had to hobble outside. Each time I tried to get back to sleep, I would have a hard time getting comfortable without putting pressue on that painful part of the foot.
After a restless night, I gave up when the sun was up. I noticed the pain was pretty bad now. I reached down to take the sock off and inspect the area but stopped when I got a nasty cramp in my calf. Ok, maybe I will check it later. I had a hard time putting the boot on over it and then limped around. It wasn't all that bad. I can move about and walk somewhat normally. It hurts like a sonofabitch though. I was having a difficult time figuring out what caused this injury. I don't recall any missteps from the night before. No twisting or sudden turning of the toe. Nothing that could explain me fucking up my foot.
When I got home on Sunday afternoon, I took a look at my foot, expecting to see if bruised, inflamed, or disfigured. Instead, it was just a bit swollen and red just below the toe. Where the big toe meets the foot. I figured I would give it a day and see if it changes color. I also would keep weight off of it whenever possible.
This morning I woke up and it felt a tad better. I can still get around but am curious to what limitations I may have. Will I be able to ride my bike later? If not, what other exercises would I be able to do to work out? That will be interesting. Being a guy, I won't go to a doctor and will try to walk through it and get on with life in a normal manner.
I got to work on time and ran into a co-worker outside in the parking garage. We talked about our weekends and I mentioned the foot/toe injury. She joked that maybe I have the gout. I think she pulled it out of the air because I told her I have no idea what the hell gout is (ok, it sounds better to call it "the gout". Sounds more ominous that way). She didn't either, so we joked about it.
Since the only kind of doctoring I truly believe in is what I can find online, I googled the gout and came to the conclusion that I just might freakin' have it. The symptoms are all there:
They also say that one of the causes that brings it on is drinking, especially beer. Hmm... I have a hard time thinking my friend beer could do this to me. We will just have to see. This pain may bother me for a couple of more days and then be gone. But I will be enjoying more beer in a couple of days. Sounds like good vs evil to me.
That is one thing I like about camping with this group. I first camped with them just 2 years ago. I am still a novice. When things get weird, I follow the lead of the vets (Arnie and Ken) and help where I can. People know their role and all chores get done. It is pretty amazing to watch and then experience. There are times when you are hauling your ass around the site, whether it is to grab wood, hold something, or just get out of the way, and times when you just need to sit around, talk, and drink. Of course, I excel at the latter part.
When all is said and done, you have the weird stories to tell, most of which no one would truly get unless they were there (Can you picture it Janet?). And a smile when you think about it. What do you expect when you stay at a place call the Bong Rec Area?
But I wasn't smiling on Sunday morning. I had gone to sleep around 12:30 or so. I wasn't sure what time it was. Saturday had started out on the chilly side. But a nice Hamms was there to wake me up. What, you didn't know Hamms was a breakfast beer? It is when you are in Kenosha county. After breakfast, I had a couple Captain and Cokes before settling in on Miller Lite for the duration of the day. Some 15 or 16 hours later and it was 12:30 am and I was heading to the tent.
I wouldn't sleep well. I kept waking up to take a piss, and also noticed a sharp pain by my big toe. Every time I got up to take a leak, I had to hobble outside. Each time I tried to get back to sleep, I would have a hard time getting comfortable without putting pressue on that painful part of the foot.
After a restless night, I gave up when the sun was up. I noticed the pain was pretty bad now. I reached down to take the sock off and inspect the area but stopped when I got a nasty cramp in my calf. Ok, maybe I will check it later. I had a hard time putting the boot on over it and then limped around. It wasn't all that bad. I can move about and walk somewhat normally. It hurts like a sonofabitch though. I was having a difficult time figuring out what caused this injury. I don't recall any missteps from the night before. No twisting or sudden turning of the toe. Nothing that could explain me fucking up my foot.
When I got home on Sunday afternoon, I took a look at my foot, expecting to see if bruised, inflamed, or disfigured. Instead, it was just a bit swollen and red just below the toe. Where the big toe meets the foot. I figured I would give it a day and see if it changes color. I also would keep weight off of it whenever possible.
This morning I woke up and it felt a tad better. I can still get around but am curious to what limitations I may have. Will I be able to ride my bike later? If not, what other exercises would I be able to do to work out? That will be interesting. Being a guy, I won't go to a doctor and will try to walk through it and get on with life in a normal manner.
I got to work on time and ran into a co-worker outside in the parking garage. We talked about our weekends and I mentioned the foot/toe injury. She joked that maybe I have the gout. I think she pulled it out of the air because I told her I have no idea what the hell gout is (ok, it sounds better to call it "the gout". Sounds more ominous that way). She didn't either, so we joked about it.
Since the only kind of doctoring I truly believe in is what I can find online, I googled the gout and came to the conclusion that I just might freakin' have it. The symptoms are all there:
A gout "flare" (attack) usually strikes suddenly, at night, in one location (usually the large joint in the big toe). During the attack, the area becomes hot, red, swollen, and extremely tender. A fever may also be present. The pain, which can be excruciating, usually peaks within 24 hours.
They also say that one of the causes that brings it on is drinking, especially beer. Hmm... I have a hard time thinking my friend beer could do this to me. We will just have to see. This pain may bother me for a couple of more days and then be gone. But I will be enjoying more beer in a couple of days. Sounds like good vs evil to me.
Friday, June 09, 2006
Sanitorium.....leave me be!
Sanitarium, leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone
- Metallica
In lieu of the camping weekend ahead, and the fact I was too lazy to take a shower, I stayed in last night to catch up on some TV. Figured that giving the liver a break before the marathon was a good idea. Besides I had Spooked: The Ghosts of Waverly on the DVR to watch.
Waverly Sanitorium is known to be one of the most haunted places on earth. It has been featured on many of the shows about ghosts, hauntings, and the supernatural on TV. Still think it is the best feature of Scariest Places on Earth. Naturally, I was looking forward to seeing more evidence on the weird things that happen there.
Man, was I disappointed. Yeah, it was basically a documentary on the history of the place and the hauntings. It looks like it was made as they were filming the movie "Death Tunnel" at Waverly. Most of the "evidence" they showed was rather weak. Lots of fuzzy pictures and EVP (electronic voice phenomena) that were hard to understand until they told you what it was suppose to say.
Plus, they talked about "little brown impish creatures" that lurk on the grounds and show up in pictures. First time I had heard about these things in all the Waverly shows. The pictures they showed could have been anything. I didn't see any "impish creatures" in any of the pics.
Overall, the show was terrible as a haunting show. Ok as a documentary to give more background on the hospital but terrible as for new evidence. Basically, it looks like the owners of the place are looking to make coin on its history now. New pics or clips of the shadow people would have been better than what they showed.
The coffee I have this morning is pretty disgusting. Why am I drinking it?
Camping weekend is upon us. The weather does not look like it wants to cooperate either. Looks to be on the cool side with some rain. I am going to end up freezing my ass off at night. I will have to get extra liquored so I can sleep through it.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Welcome to Miller Park
Tuesday night was a great night for baseball. Knowing it would be a lazy night to sit back, drink some beer and eat some peanuts, I brought along the camera to take a few shots. Every time I walk into Miller Park I feel the excitement of being at the ballpark. It is truly a beautiful facility that the Brewers do their best to make each game as entertaining as possible. Here are a few pics that I was able to upload before Blogger took a dump on me. Yes AWE, you are not the only one getting pissed off by Blogger. So in the style of Pauly, he is my small picture portfolio of Miller Park.
View from where we were sitting in Section 110. Our tickets were for Section 425, way up in the rafters, but if you know some people, you can sit a lot closer. Somehow this pic does not do justice to how close you truly are to the field. Our seat were about 20, maybe 30 yards top from the area of play.
The video wall in left field.
They took down the old school scoreboard that used to be the left and right field walls. In left, they put up the video board. They will keep track of all ML scores here as well as player stats on the far right (usually slugging pct. number of doubles and triples). They also flash sponsor messages here as well. In right field, they actually put in a picnic area at field level. It would have been nice to take a pic of that as well, but I was too busy drinking.
The Bucket Brigade. A couple of years back, the TV announcers for the Brewers came up with this idea. Take a section in the loge level in left field, give them a good price and a t-shirt, and call it the Bucket Brigade in honor of the massive melons they claim to have. The crowd in this area electrifies the entire stadium. Whether the Crew is winning or not, they are there to cheer them on. Very addictive people out there.
Bernie's Dugout. Yeah, nowadays each team seems to need a mascot. In this case, we have Bernie Brewer. The kids like it. 'Nuff said.
And finally, the scoreboard. Hey, the Brewers beat San Diego! (sorry iamhoff) Attendance is typical at just under 15k for a Tuesday. Even if the Brewers were in first place, it would be hard to get more than 20,000 fans out on a Tuesday.
I need to see how I can get the video of the Sausage Race up. I don't know if Blogger can handle the file or not. I guess I will do my research and find out. But that doesn't stop you from placing a wager. Pull out your wallet and place a bet right now. Pick the weiner of the race! Who will win, the Bratwurst, the Italian, the Polish, or the Hot Dog.
I don't like this
Yesterday, I and many others, had fun with the date being 6-6-6. It was amusing. Then I saw the devil's work at hand, right in front of my very eyes. If have a weak stomach, you may want to skip to the next paragraph. This is not for the faint of heart. I stopped at Big Momma's to meet Brian to to head out to the Brewers game. In there, Gambino was playing a slot machine. I saw that she was drinking a Seagram's Cooler. Sour Apple to be exact.
A wine cooler?
I was shocked! Horrified! The devil was manifesting itself on his day and attempting to take over her body! I felt compelled to grab her and run her over to the church 2 blocks behind the bar and drench her with holy water. Hey, I am sure the devil appreciates a good wet t-shirt on chicks.
But I had a game to go to. And a tall cold beer in front of me. Her soul may be lost forever.
I saw in the paper today that the sheriff has asked the state patrol to patrol the freeways in Milwaukee until September. Simply put, I do not like this. I have a good feel for the sheriff's department in Milwaukee County. I know where they hide and when they are going to be out patrolling. If there is an accident or some other incident on the highways and 3 sheriff's cars are on the scene, you can be guaranteed you will not get pulled over anywhere else on the highway system. I like that. I am used to that. I do not want some overzealous cops on the road having fun with some new turf.
I received my new cell phone in the mail yesterday. The Sony Ericsson 520 or something like that. Now I have a new toy to play with. The biggest thing I need now is a new ringtone. The ones that come with it are so gay. I did check what was available and see some good stuff. One tune that was not available was my old tone, Pantera's Walk. Man, I love that tune. I am kicking around some thoughts and saw two that I may go with right away. One Night Ranger, one Pantera. I may go with some classic Metallica too. I just wish they would make some Anthrax tones available. That would be a nice ass kicker to answer a phone to.
I enjoyed a nice Brewers victory at the stadium last night. No arguments with Turnbow lovers so I was enjoyable. I will have a picture dump coming up later today or tomorrow. It may even feature the infamous Sausage Race.
Finally, yesterday's mystery show was Dr. Phil. I guess the Oprah spinoff is taking it's lead from Springer nowadays.
A wine cooler?
I was shocked! Horrified! The devil was manifesting itself on his day and attempting to take over her body! I felt compelled to grab her and run her over to the church 2 blocks behind the bar and drench her with holy water. Hey, I am sure the devil appreciates a good wet t-shirt on chicks.
But I had a game to go to. And a tall cold beer in front of me. Her soul may be lost forever.
I saw in the paper today that the sheriff has asked the state patrol to patrol the freeways in Milwaukee until September. Simply put, I do not like this. I have a good feel for the sheriff's department in Milwaukee County. I know where they hide and when they are going to be out patrolling. If there is an accident or some other incident on the highways and 3 sheriff's cars are on the scene, you can be guaranteed you will not get pulled over anywhere else on the highway system. I like that. I am used to that. I do not want some overzealous cops on the road having fun with some new turf.
I received my new cell phone in the mail yesterday. The Sony Ericsson 520 or something like that. Now I have a new toy to play with. The biggest thing I need now is a new ringtone. The ones that come with it are so gay. I did check what was available and see some good stuff. One tune that was not available was my old tone, Pantera's Walk. Man, I love that tune. I am kicking around some thoughts and saw two that I may go with right away. One Night Ranger, one Pantera. I may go with some classic Metallica too. I just wish they would make some Anthrax tones available. That would be a nice ass kicker to answer a phone to.
I enjoyed a nice Brewers victory at the stadium last night. No arguments with Turnbow lovers so I was enjoyable. I will have a picture dump coming up later today or tomorrow. It may even feature the infamous Sausage Race.
Finally, yesterday's mystery show was Dr. Phil. I guess the Oprah spinoff is taking it's lead from Springer nowadays.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast
"Woe to you, Oh Earth and Sea,
for the Devil sends the beast with wrath,
because he knows the time is short...
Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast
for it is a human number,
its number is Six hundred and sixty six."
I left alone my mind was blank
I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind
What did I see can I believe
that what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy
Just what I saw in my old dreams
were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me
'Cos in my dream it's always there
the evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair
The night was black was no use holding back
'Cos I just had to see was someone watching me
In the mist dark figures move and twist
Was this all for real or some kind of hell
666 the number of the beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released
Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
As they start to cry hands held to the sky
In the night the fires burning bright
The ritual has begun
Satan's work is done
666 the number of the beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight
This can't go on I must inform the law
Can this still be real or just some crazy dream
But I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes
They seem to mesmerise me ... can't avoid their eyes
666 the number of the beast
666 the one for you and me
I'm coming back
I will return
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn
I have the fire
I have the force
I have the power to make my evil take it's course
-Iron Maiden
Lots of nonsense about the date today. My assistant commented about it yesterday. Big whoop. I better not receive emails from idiots pointing this out. It is just another day people. And a kick ass song. I say you go and play Maiden all day if you want to honor the date. Some even say the number of the beast is not 666 at all, but 616. I wonder where that area code is and if the people there realize it.
It felt like an ass-kicking day at work yesterday that I needed to really get out and unwind. I didn't feel like going out to the bar so I grabbed my bike instead and went for a ride. There I got an ass kicking wind blowing in my face. Thanks. At least I did get to scare the crap out of someone. It was a good thing to. This idiot couple were walking their dog and were all over the bike path. Recognizing these people could be a problem, I yelled ahead "Passing on the right" when I was 10 feet behind him. I heard an audible "shit" as the lady jumped to the side and the guy did a little dance before moving to-of course- the right. If I had waited it could have been ugly. Instead I got a good chuckle out of it.
Heard a weird story on the radio this morning. Guess the TV show this was on. Story about a guy who impregnated his wife while she was sleeping. Apparently the guy would screw his wife while she slept. She is such a deep sleeper that she would never wake up while the guy was doing her. Makes you wonder if the guy was that bad or that small. So he knocks her up and they go on TV to talk about it. What stellar show did this story appear on?
One month until Vegas. Let the countdown begin!
Monday, June 05, 2006
Where to start?
It was an interesting weekend. Wood splitting, box carrying/stacking, baseball, laughing at a knucklehead at the game, beer, and rim jobs. Where do I start?
Ok, I will start at the end and the rim job (pun totally intended). No, I did not get, nor receive. It was after the ballgame. Brian and I headed up to Big Mommas. We ran into Lisa and her two drinking compadres (yeah, I suddenly felt like typing compadre). One girl was hilarious. It started by talking about her pool and if she would let Brian pee in the pool. No not quite sure why that was being discussed but later I would argue that the need to make more sex toys for guys, but I digress. A list was being created that would allow him to pee in her pool. Among them were:
Ok, I will start at the end and the rim job (pun totally intended). No, I did not get, nor receive. It was after the ballgame. Brian and I headed up to Big Mommas. We ran into Lisa and her two drinking compadres (yeah, I suddenly felt like typing compadre). One girl was hilarious. It started by talking about her pool and if she would let Brian pee in the pool. No not quite sure why that was being discussed but later I would argue that the need to make more sex toys for guys, but I digress. A list was being created that would allow him to pee in her pool. Among them were:
- She would get to see him shake it.
- He would have to grill her food
- He must be hairy (She has an obsession with hairy men. As in, back hair like a sweater is hot to her kind of obsession)
- He would have to give her a rim job.
Not quite sure why that came up in topic and she seemed pretty serious about it. While many a man has fingered her bunghole, now she wants tongue. I am pretty sure she was not joking either.
Ok, time to change the subject. The Brewers lost again, losing 7 games to the supposedly worst teams in the NL. Turnbow blew another save. I say he is done. He should not be closing these games. Two blown save in one week. Disgusting. I was in the mens room at Miller Park venting my anger as I peed. Some clown started arguing with me saying that Turnbow was great. He said something that had me laughing out loud at him. I thought he said that if I was so good then I should go pitch. What? I am not a trained pitcher so that comment was ridiculous. And I let him know it. When I met Brian outside the mens room, he said he heard the guy say I should try to get a hit off of Turnbow. That is even funnier. I am not a ball player. But if I was, I could get a hit off of him. The entire NL knows what he is going to do.
The summer project at my mothers is coming along. Slowly but surely. I am glad that I won't have to be thinking of it this weekend. Though it is only Monday, I can feel that fire, taste the beer and relax. I just need to get my 72 slices of cheese.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
I'm a lumberjack now baby
I'm a lumberjack baby I'm a lumberjack now baby I'm a lumberjack baby I'm a lumberjack baby But I ain't jacked my lumber baby Since my chain saw you
Splitting wood can be a time consuming affair. Especially when it appears someone had grabbed every orphaned tree or chunk of wood in the city and stacked them up in his driveway to dry out. 5 hours later it was done though. And next weekend I will be able to enjoy the fruits of my labor as I watch the wood burn in the fire.
Next weekend is a camping trip. Much different from what I have done this weekend. Oh wait, I was drinking beer last night and I will be drinking beer next week. Ok, maybe not different.
I did make it out to RiverSplash last night. Was there for just a couple of hours. The plan was to see my friend's brother's band, Johnny3Note, play and then go for food at Hooters. Some plans you just should not break.
I got there about 30 minutes earlier than Cor did. Grabbed a beer and headed towards the stage they were playing. About two block away was another band on a different stage. Out of curiosity I walked over to check them out and see if anyone was down there. Not a pretty sight. Must be hard playing to just 15 people. Yes, I counted. So I headed back to where Johnny3Note was playing. They had more people so that counted for something I guess. Only problem was everyone was sitting on the sides leaving a big void right in front of the stage.
If you are in the Milwaukee area, I suggest you check the band out. They are good. They pretty much play the same things you will hear from other bands. Well, that might be the down side. Most people I know don't really want to hear the same things. They mix it up a bit but it would be nice if they would drop some of the songs they are doing and replace them with something new (as in stop playing Petty's American Girl. Everyone does. It gets boring. Same with Blister in the Sun by the Femmes. Such a simple song that no one does well).
A funny thing happened at RiverSplash last night too. Once Cor showed up we walked to the closest beer stand to get a cold one. Tried to order 2 Miller Lites and were told they were out. At first, I thought it was a joke. It was 6:40. Things started at 5 and this one stand ran out of beer? There was a frickin Miller trailer behind them and they are out of beer?!?!?! She told us they had to find some guy to bring them more. About 40 minutes later I am back at the same beer stand and all the workers are drinking. No wonder they ran out of beer. Bastards!
Later I would see a guy walking around pushing a baby stroller. With a big boa constrictor wrapped around his neck. I may try that next time. Walk around with a big snake hanging off of me.
Friday, June 02, 2006
Booze, b-o-o-z-e, booze
I thought about running a pool for the spelling bee last night. Thought about it a couple of days ago. I know enough degenerates that we could have gotten something going. But alas, some good ideas never leave my noggin.
Yep, I sat there in a bar last night watching the spelling bee. We had no volume so we watched the "action" via closed captioning. That can be a trip in itself. Like when one announcer apparently made a comment about how a player used "foe netics" to get the word right. I wish I would have DVRd the show just to hear the announcers. From the closed captioning, it looked like they called it like a big time sporting event. One guy looked like he was totally geeking out.
My appetite for GnR is now over. It was a good listen once again. It has now been replaced by Dokken. I have seen Dokken play a number of times and I have no clue why. They are the worst band I have ever seen perform live. Really. They have some good tunes but can't get it going in front of an audience. Each time, except one, there were sound problems. Even Lynch couldn't make up for the crappy sound.
Another busy weekend lies ahead. Playing with wood tomorrow before heading out to the Brewers game. That Pitt series was horrendous! Embarrassing. They must have hit bottom and can now go on a nice tear. Sunday is more crap at my mother's house. And somewhere in there I need to mow my lawn. I don't even know if I can make it down to RiverSplash or not.
So what is everyone else doing this weekend? Beside rocking on with your bad self?
Yep, I sat there in a bar last night watching the spelling bee. We had no volume so we watched the "action" via closed captioning. That can be a trip in itself. Like when one announcer apparently made a comment about how a player used "foe netics" to get the word right. I wish I would have DVRd the show just to hear the announcers. From the closed captioning, it looked like they called it like a big time sporting event. One guy looked like he was totally geeking out.
My appetite for GnR is now over. It was a good listen once again. It has now been replaced by Dokken. I have seen Dokken play a number of times and I have no clue why. They are the worst band I have ever seen perform live. Really. They have some good tunes but can't get it going in front of an audience. Each time, except one, there were sound problems. Even Lynch couldn't make up for the crappy sound.
Another busy weekend lies ahead. Playing with wood tomorrow before heading out to the Brewers game. That Pitt series was horrendous! Embarrassing. They must have hit bottom and can now go on a nice tear. Sunday is more crap at my mother's house. And somewhere in there I need to mow my lawn. I don't even know if I can make it down to RiverSplash or not.
So what is everyone else doing this weekend? Beside rocking on with your bad self?
Thursday, June 01, 2006
I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike
It was sunny yesterday afternoon. Much warmer at work than at home, but wouldn't stop me. As the hours went on, I noticed the sky clearing up, the sun coming out and it looking like a nice day. Though we had quite a bit of rain over the last 40 hours, I figured it wouldn't be that bad on the bike trails.
I quickly changed when I got home. You do not need fancy equipment to go riding a bicycle. I lot of my friends are spending big dollars to outfit themselves as they fancy themselves big cyclists now. Only one I know of is truly dedicated and she puts a lot of time into it. It is part of her life and she loves it. Others are on climbing the hill up to that level. If they want to spend that kind of money, power to them. Nothing wrong with it and I am not ragging on them for doing so.
But me? I will grab the Huffy bike I have had since grade school and hit the road. I have gotten over my complex of people staring at me cuz of the training wheels. Hey I have no balance, ok! C'mon, look at the beauty! How could I upgrade from that?Actually, I have a Trek hybrid I purchased maybe over 10 years ago. I used to get regular tune ups for it and have kept it in good shape. I do not see any reason to get a new bike at this point.
I tossed on a t shirt, shorts, sweaty hat (no, the hat wasn't already sweaty, but a hat I wear when I know I am going to sweat. Why ruin a good hat?) to keep bug out of my hair and off I was. I don't need any gay bike shirt (this ain't no race), no shorts that are going to hug my boys, and no stupid helmet (do I need to go there again?), and no fancy shoes to click in.
I just need nice weather so I can ride along in peace and collect my thoughts. I really need to bring some kind of recording advice along on a trip too. I could probably record some good stuff. Like yesterday I had these thoughts:
- Should I go through Death Shore Park, site of the recent shooting? Nah. The guy who did it is being reported as an illegal immigrant from Mexico and is running for the border (mental note: do not eat at Taco Bell tonight). I can't believe that is true. At all the recent rallies, they kept saying illegal immigrants are not criminals. Care to change their stance on this one?
- Cute jogger. Could use bigger tits though. Nice thighs. I wonder how soft they- watch out for the puddle!
- The 13 year old girls who had their bikes blocking the path at a blind spot were a nice tough. Thankfully you can't get in trouble here as it is a 90 degree turn. Still stupid place to be stopped. Good thing I was wearing a helmet. Ha!
- This hill isn't so bad. Those condos don't look so great. That hippy dude is weaving all over the place on his bike.
- For all the rain the last number of hours, the puddles aren't that bad.
- I am glad those two boxers are on leashes. Always better when the owners are paying attention to the dogs and others who use the bike path. Cuz if a dog ever comes charging after me when I am riding, I am doing my best to kick the thing in the chops to get it away (sorry Blonde). It would kind of be like polo I guess.
- Oh, those dogs are small. I don't think I could kick them.
- I wonder if I could stash a cooler of beer somewhere along this path where I could take a break and enjoy a cold one but no one else would find it. Hmm....
- The "Danger, Cliff Ahead" signs amuse me. Who is this Cliff guy and why is he so dangerous? Can't they get him out of the park? At least they warn us of him.
- Ok, hippy dude isn't a dude. It was a dudette. One really ugly dudette.
- There is that jogger again. Just a bit of perspiration on her. Unlike the runner coming up.
- What is for dinner? Hmm.... tacos sound good.
No fat bottomed girls were harmed in the typing of this post. And yes, they do make the rocking world go round.
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