Not Your Daily Vitamin - Continued

In case you all forgot...

That's right. I want some grape drink, baby.

The Girls of 314 - Part 4

Ah, yes, the sights and sounds of Columbus, Ohio. Snow falling, dirty slush frustrating drivers and pedestrians alike. Heavy trucks spraying salt all over the roads. A beautiful winter storm makes its presence known on the Buckeye campus.

In what is becoming at least a once-a-year event, I trekked (well, I flew actually) up to C-bus to visit my wonderful cousin DDP and her roomates. As is normally the case, I had a ton of fun, despite the weather being 15 degrees all weekend and there being a foot of snow on the ground. Since I don't have classes on Friday, I went up Thursday night.

I didn't know how hard these girls party on Thursday.

Since last week celebrated DDP's 20th year of service on Earth, there was still cause to celebrate. Given this, we decided to spend the evening pre-partying at 314, partying at this bar/club called Sugar, and, of course, post-partying at 314. (Sidenote: Sugar is a great place. Envision an upscale version of Spill on 6th street - almost like Pure on 6th.) You can dance at Sugar, which is great b/c, and all of you know this, I love to dance. So I had to get on the floor for a bit. DDP wouldn't do it (c'mon, this skill runs in the family). Thankfully, KP was a willing participant in the dance floor experience. And this place had some good drink specials. I got hammered. Apparently I spoke with the San Francisco accountant for a while that night, but I can't remember it.

Friday night was equally entertaining, with ACJersey's father buying the bar at Mad Max's. And, for the record, I absolutely was not hitting on your stepmom. I guess my style is so smooth it only "looked" like I was. Haha. On this night, Chicago Mike was also out. Pretty cool cat all around. Again, got hammered at Mad Max's. I love going back to college :-)

Saturday was a little more chill. After watching Jackass Part Two (love the "How to Milk a Horse" scene haha), DDP and I decided to chill in and hang out. And then, of course, I flew home yesterday.

All-in-all, a great weekend. I got to hang out with DDP, meet ACJersey's parents (and sister), and do some good partying. I'm definitely going back in May when it's warm(er).


Thanks girls!!!
But, Austin is still better :-)

Undoubted Overreaction

I know I'm overracting to this, but in the spirit of the new year and the hope for a better tomorrow, I get really annoyed when I watch those overly cheesy eHarmony commercials and see 15 couples that are the same race.

I am well aware that we all have our preferences (physical, professional, religious, etc), but I find it extremely hard to believe that, after evaluating and weighing the heralded "29 dimensions of compatibility" that you won't find 1 happy and successful couple that just happens to be interracial. Seriously, this annoys the shit out of me. And it really tells me that as a society we still aren't ready to see that on TV. I'm SO glad Taye Diggs dates a white woman on Day Break (to date the only such situation I've seen on TV). I can't wait for the day where it's not an issue and that people don't react to seeing this type of stuff or have no problem putting it in the public forum.

Ok, that's it. I'd imagine most of you disagree vehemently to this. Actually, most of you probably don't even think about it. Till next time, peace.

Damn This Windshield Is Clean!

It seems so nonchalant, just three little words: Low Washer Fluid. But what it represents goes much further than a spot-free shine.

Let's face it, everyone abuses rental cars. Whether you rent a manual and perform clutch-free shifting, take speed bumps at full speed, purposefully wear down the brake pads, or put sugar in the gas tank, rental cars are constantly made the subjects of pent-up agression and anger. But beginning in 2007, Ron Jones elected to make his own mark on those poor cars. Yep, he started shining glass. By that, I mean he started draining ALL the wiper fluid out of the reservoir. Now you understand the picture. This becomes his trademark move. EVERY car he ever rents for the next 60 to 70 years will have its wiper fluid drained. No driver on the road will see more free and clear than Ron, and we all will be safer because of it. It is because of this thinking that I will always find humor in these situations.

So when Ron went to the desert last week for business and sent me a text informing me that he had buffed the windsheld to a shine, I didn't believe him. But then came the evidence. Truly hilarious.

In other news, I found out I got a second round interview with AIM Investments and Goldman Sachs. Today I interviewed with American Century Investments, so hopefully I'll continue in the process with them as well. Everyone, pull for me.

Tomorrow night at 8pm: Doc's for the Duke - UNC game. Join us!

Still working on next Wednesday's Valentine's Day festivities. If you've got ideas, I'm all ears. I'm thinking dinner and drinks on 6th street might do the trick. FilthFest add-on is still in the works. However, someone better buy me some damn chocolates. :-)

Super Sunday

So today's the big day. The Super Bowl. Millions of American males (and some females) will officially go into football withdrawal at the sound of the final gun tonight, a withdrawal that lasts throughout the spring, summer, and into the beginning of September. Truly a bittersweet moment.

The Bears should win this game. It's raining - hard. The Bears have a better ground game. Somehow, although I'm not as big a fan as most people, I feel somethig is a little wrong with having Grossman win a championship before Peyton. Just seems weird. But, then again, Peyton never beat Florida when he was at Tennessee...and Rex Grossman went to ...yep, you guessed it, Florida.

Big party at KBs today. T minus 5 hours.

Saturday Night In Austin, Texas - Part Deux

Part 1 of this same-titled post included commentary about strongarming one's way to ass for the evening. Hell, it's efficient, though not my choice of "sealing the deal." I suppose I could make some reference to this very subject tonight, but I'll stay away.

So, its Saturday night. The hoes are working the corner, pimps are sitting pretty, bars are stocked, cabs are alert, the pedi-cabs are anxiously waiting, best wurst is cooking, and I am optimistic.

After a wonderful sushi dinner at Silhouette, the crew for this evening (me, James, Tar Heel 1, Tar Heel 2, Tar Heel 3, Erin, and Gator) made our way to 5th street to the Lucky Lounge. That's a total misnomer. I've never gotten "lucky" there. Total crock. Tar Heel 1 and Erin bounced after a while, so the rest of us joined Strongarm Simpson, KW, Big Bad Harla, and KW's friends (more on this later) at the Chuggin Monkey and Spill to finish off the evening.

There's not a lot of commentary on this evening. It was actually pretty fun. Way better than last night. Maybe it was because I went to Spill. Maybe it was because I didn't go to Logan's. Maybe the mood was different. I dunno. Anyway, observations from the evening include:

1. Somehow stumbled onto Gator's extreme situation. Totally sucks; my friend Kingwood Girl went thru the exact same shit this summer, except it also involved a domestic situation and the Houston Police Dept. Awful. So I gained clarity. Gator gets 1 (mayyyybe 2) more calls (see yesterday's post for theoretical insight).

2. Actually believed KW when she said her friend (who clearly dug me at Spill) was not prime hook-up material. I'm sure I'll be glad I listened to her. On this evening, I'll just constantly reevaulate whether I should have listened or not. Yea, Chris isn't cool with chicks who do the whole city. The Next Generation is too important to risk it. (If you don't know about the Next Generation, just ask me.)

3. Generally, a good night in Austin, although I am sad that Tar Heel 2 had to leave early. It was hard to cope with that (double pun, bitches).

4. Super Bowl is tomorrow. Go Bears. KB had the great idea of getting a Mike Ditka sweatshirt for the game tomorrow. Problem is, so did everyone else. He couldn't even find one on eBay. That's got to mean they're out.

I'm gonna get in a TON of trouble in 2007 for this blog. That's ok.

Valentine's day showdown and FilthFest: 2.14.07

Going Out

Disclaimer: Wendy, John, James, Eric, Kate, Rob, Mike, Mara, Amber, Amber's hot Gator friend who won't call me back: I love you all.

Friday night in America is typically a time for 18 to 40 year olds to go out for a night on the town, see friends, meet new ones, and soak up the social scene. We call this "going out," as in, "Hey, are you going out tonight?" "Yea man, I'm going out downtown with so and so." So it is not uncommon for me to "go out" with any number of friends I have. Sometimes, however, it seems routine and largely pointless. This evening was a perfect example.

In what started as a promising evening (see The Friend Zone - August 2005) at the delicious Musashino Sushi Dakoro restaurant quickly deteriorated into an average "couple of beers, standing around and bullshitting" evening. I was really kind of disappointed. My friend Mike's band had a set at Light, which was cool, but painfully ordinary. After an hour or so, I chugged my way over to Canvas to meet Wendy, John, James, Amber, Amber's DC friend Lauren (???), and Amber's hot Gator friend who won't call me back (more on this later). Again, very ordinary. After performing the ceremonial cross 'em with Amber ritual, it was just ordinary drinks and bullshitting. Not my cup of tea on this night.

So I thought changing scenery might do the trick. So at the behest of Wendy, I roll over to Logan's with them. The rest of the crew shows up 5 minutes later. Ok, this is where I vent a little. The ONLY reason I go to Logan's is because I have friends who go there. Seriously, I hate that fucking place. There's nothing inherently wrong with it, but there's nothing right with it either. I'm gonna have to stop going there, which is really hard because I genuinely like the people I go there with. This is a source of internal conflict for me.

Anyway, after a few minutes (1 drink, to be exact), I had to get the hell out of there. So I bailed. As with the first bar, I just kind of bullshitted. This leads me to my only somewhat relevant discussion point of this post. Yea, I've wasted your time, and, more importantly, mine. Anyway, I didn't really talk to Gator (so called because she attended the University of Florida), not because I was mean, but because when I met Gator 3 weeks ago, I hit her up to hang out and got no response, not even a negative one. So this is my question. Guys: how do you handle setting up times to hang out with chicks you've just met who you think are pretty cool? My view is this: if I meet a girl I want to hang out with beyond some initial drunken night on 6th, I call once, leave a v-mail, then either call or text. That's it. 1 call and 1 text, or 2 calls. Maybe, if she is luckly, she'll get 2 calls and 2 texts. But that's it. Gator got 1 call and 1 text. No response. I'm done. As much as it hurts (because she is fine), I gotta stick to principles. Anyway, I wanna hear your view on this.

So I say all of this to say that I want to start doing different things on the weekend. I'm up for going bowling, skating, or even a night at the movies. I just get really tired of doing the same, routine, shit each weekend. I love you guys, or as James says, "Olive Oil", it's just that sometimes, it gets kinda stupid. It's like social masturbation: you do it over and over and it never gets you anywhere. Maybe I'll start going to church to meet chicks. Who knows.

Finally, we need to plan something for Valentine's day. Having spoken to many of you, this could be a dirrrrrty night, which means I'm excited. Single folks only, of course.

Stay up y'all.