Hey, an update.
Sunday morning at the video store and I don't feel like doing any work, so here's some randomness.
Belated birthday greetings to Jen Falasco, who I got good and drunk with last night at the Old Dublin in Wallyworld. A good time was had by all, and a more coherent reading of what happened last night may be found on Erica's journal. I do know that I drank 2 Guinnesses and 2 Captain and Cokes in about 45 minutes(and that the Cap and Cokes were mostly Captain) and followed that up with two, maybe three Newcastles before we finally left. I also apparently accused Thom of being shallow, which, frankly, I can't back up. (I also did something that could be construed as bad, but we won't talk about that.) On the way home, Erica bought me a Gatorade, and as of now, no hangover. So thanks, Erica. No more falling over couches for me today, anyway.
Attempted guilt from my soon-to-be-ex-wife last night as well. Yesterday was Laura's family birthday party, and I (obviously) was persona non grata. About 10 P.M., just as I was tucking into the second round of Guinness and rum and cokes, the cellphone rings, and she starts giving me shit about how everyone had a good time, and it's too bad you weren't there, and it's too bad you've abandoned your daughter. I did my best to be civil, though if she'd caught me after the second round of Guinness and Rum, probably would have been a different story. So two weeks of civility, probably out the window.
Just spent 25 minutes educating a customer in the joys of video piracy, so that he can copy porn.(Never mind that the Internet is for pr0n.)
Royal Rumble tonight - the boys are coming over to watch, and it should be at least somewhat entertaining. No comedy entrants to the Rumble that I know of, but we get the Boogeyman versus JBL, so that should provide some unintentional comedy.
It's been a strange week. Hopefully next week will be better.
Belated birthday greetings to Jen Falasco, who I got good and drunk with last night at the Old Dublin in Wallyworld. A good time was had by all, and a more coherent reading of what happened last night may be found on Erica's journal. I do know that I drank 2 Guinnesses and 2 Captain and Cokes in about 45 minutes(and that the Cap and Cokes were mostly Captain) and followed that up with two, maybe three Newcastles before we finally left. I also apparently accused Thom of being shallow, which, frankly, I can't back up. (I also did something that could be construed as bad, but we won't talk about that.) On the way home, Erica bought me a Gatorade, and as of now, no hangover. So thanks, Erica. No more falling over couches for me today, anyway.
Attempted guilt from my soon-to-be-ex-wife last night as well. Yesterday was Laura's family birthday party, and I (obviously) was persona non grata. About 10 P.M., just as I was tucking into the second round of Guinness and rum and cokes, the cellphone rings, and she starts giving me shit about how everyone had a good time, and it's too bad you weren't there, and it's too bad you've abandoned your daughter. I did my best to be civil, though if she'd caught me after the second round of Guinness and Rum, probably would have been a different story. So two weeks of civility, probably out the window.
Just spent 25 minutes educating a customer in the joys of video piracy, so that he can copy porn.(Never mind that the Internet is for pr0n.)
Royal Rumble tonight - the boys are coming over to watch, and it should be at least somewhat entertaining. No comedy entrants to the Rumble that I know of, but we get the Boogeyman versus JBL, so that should provide some unintentional comedy.
It's been a strange week. Hopefully next week will be better.
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