Friday

Do I go to the Ben Fold's show at Stubbs or the Widespread Panic show at the Backyard? I am leaning towards Widespread, anyone in?

BRC and the weekend

October is upon us again, which means The Burnet Road Challenge, The Drunkest Race in Texas. We had many repeat runners from last year, a few who had actually finished the previous race. I really do not remember much of the BRC, it will probably be posted in several other blogs. I did do the two beers per bar, plus the whiskey shot (possibly two) at Ginnys, I also added in a random beer check at The Brentwood Tavern and some jager at LaLa's. Who knows how much I had at the end, although my credit card was still at that bar the next day.
After the BRC, several of us went to Taco Cabana for some breakfast tacos to help with recovery. This was pretty much a blur, as was the trip to drop a few people off. I do remember being in the back of Bridget's car, seeing Grabber (our race director) staggering down Burnet, we had to coerce him into the car. We dropped him off at his truck, where he promised to sleep. At this point a few of us made it over to the Keever's to continue partying, but alas we all just passed out.
Day two consisted of waking up and those of us left at the Keever's ended up going to Kerby Lane to meet Rob and Lynn for breakfast. The guys started drinking and of course since we had to go pick up more cars from the start of the BRC, we came up with the idea of doing parts of the BRC all over again. Brilliant! Back to Billy's, then Poodle Dog, then Dart Bowl for beer, bowling and burgers. After bowling, the girls wanted to nap before the TX A&M game, at this point I decide I needed a shower, and my car, so Keever drops me by my place. After I nap, I wake up an hour into the A&M game. I decide to go pick up my credit card from the Canary Hut, while I was there the bartender mentioned something about something I did the night before. Of course I don't remember, so I grab my CC and dash. The rest of Saturday was pretty lame, went home, cooked dinner and read.
Sunday I am woken up by my cell phone ringing, seems like that occurs every Sunday. It is Free Meat, she wanted to remind me to mention the Halloween Party during announcements at the hash, she also threw out an invitation for some soup at Chon Som. A quick shower and I am off to CS for some Tom Kha (ahhhhhh).
On the way to the hash, I am almost crushed between a truck and a concrete embankment. I was basically pinned in where I could not break, all I could do is wail on my horn. The trucker woke up and moved back into his lane. ASSHOLE!
The hash was in South Austin, hate South Austin, my internal compass just does not work down there. The hares laid a great trail, 8.4 miles. I was FRB to both the beer check and the end, which was a first, I have been frb to both but never in the same hash.
After the hash, headed home for a little reading, after a quick stop into CS for some curry.

On a side note, was just at Chipotle, picking up some lunch. I believe I have never been in there when an employee was not eating. That must say something about the quality of their food.

As for today, 6.5 hours left in the Network Operations Center and then home for either movies or reading.

On-On

Boring Thursday

So as usual, I have no plans for Thursday (right). Woke up late, really needed to sleep in. Had my car serviced and went straight to Rover's where I met Kastelic, The Body and Great Dane Pain. Consumed a few beverages and then had to battle traffic to make it to trivia with the Quaglino's and the Perez's. The Quaglino's have been away and have not had much time to hang out with them since their return, plus we always have fun playing NTN. If we make this a weekly thing, I expect to see Squeezin and Squeef make an appearance.

After Trivia, time for Chon Som, had to drop off some bowls for Vagitarian. While there, I run into Tornanalsoreass Rex, Just Nicole and some friend of theirs. They offer to meet for a drink later, little did I know that meant we would be shutting down the bar.

On-On to a quiet weekend (RIGHT)

David Blaine Humor

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Space Giants

In my never ending quest to entertain myself at work, I spent the better part of the day hunting down a Japanese TV show from my childhood. Every few years, this show will pop into my head and I will do my best to find someone who has watched it or find some documentation about it. Every time I end in failure. Not today! Today I have discover the show was called Space Giants. Here are a few pics of the show. They may be able to explain why I have achieved my current level of dorkdom.

Weekend

Saturday, after another 11.5 hour work day, met Jeff at Chon Som for some sushi. As usualy the food was yummy, tried a few things off the sushi menu I have not had before. While we were there, Bitch, James Bitch shows up with Hippie Swallow and thus the madness started. After Chon Som closed, I Pee Freely, B,JB, HS, Free Meat and myself head over to G's where we meet Strap-On Elvis. B,JB, S-OE and myself end up singing a Journey song, of course this was after a couple of Tuacas and a shot of Jager.

When G's closes time for some hot tubbing at B,JB's and S-OE's. I of course have no shorts so had to borrow some from S-OE, quite a funny picture indeed. At some point I pass out in (Massive)Slutslingers bed. Somewhere around noon on Sunday, he wakes me and takes me home (God I am such a whore). Quick shower and breakfast and I am off to the hash. Should have skipped it, since it really did suck ass, but I am so close to my 100 run mug. I don't know how scathing I should make hash trash, but seriously this was one of the worst trails I have ever been on, possibly even the worst.

Well time to get back to trying to look busy

Happy Birthday

may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she

(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she

(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)

may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she

may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she

but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she

(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)

Everyday I check this little widget that tells me what happened today in history, well today is ee cummings birthday. I never really understood his work until my Oral Interpretation teacher assigned me to read this poem with a girl in my class that I had some what been crushing over for quite some time. A few months back I made a post of the greatest kiss of all time, reading this poem with her led up to that kiss later in the afternoon. Thank you cummings and thank you Mrs. Jackson!

Wednesday

Phone ringing, I answer it, "Where are you?" It's Free Meat. "I think I am on Hippie Swallow's couch." At this point I realize it is noon and I am pretty much wasting the day. Take off to my apartment so I can eat, shower and generally clean up. Get a chat from @ss Gagger, she is at Chon Som and wanting to hang out. Quick trip over there and we decide to hit the spa to swill wine and relax (I know it sounds gay, but kind of cool to have chics encouraging you to drink booze you brought in while they help you relax).
After the Spa, it is time for the ex-Perv happy hour. I know, I have never worked for Perv, but I have made a few of their happy hours. When we arrive, my roommate C'em Cummin is there along with Creamadonna. C'em was there to network, and Cream was there to provide overachiever support. Several hashers were there, by this time things are already starting to get blurry, geez only 6.
Strap-On Elvis gives @G a call and we are off to downtown for some Budweiser promotion, free beer and food. When we arrive (Massive) Slutslinger is there, we stumble around a few bars. At some point I remember either calling or receiving a call from Closet Freak, don't really remember the content. At some point Slut and I decide we have had enough to drink and take off. Of course there is that obligatory last beer. While having the "last beer" we hear a great band and decide to stay for the set, few more beers. At some point we leave and I get dropped off at Chon Som, where I nap for a couple of hours and then head home. Gotta love midweek!
Thursday consisted of working on a presentation all day; which I am giving today and it keeps getting pushed back.

On-On to the Weekend

Second Interview

So I just finished my second interview for a new position here at the froot. I am really nervous about this interview, every other position I have interviewed for I have always been offered the job. I am usually really confident and at times even arrogant (who would have thought that about me). This time though, I was totally nervous. I don't even know why. Much of the position is taken from notes I had made about how to improve things. During the entire writing of the job rec, I was kept in the loop. The position itself, was only open for like five days and I was told when to go apply.

I guess maybe it is because I really want this position. I guess it is because during why entire life of having a job, this is the one position that is truly worthy of my skills (much like when Browneye finally received his coveted position as Jizz Mopper at Hard Hank's Manorama).

I guess it is time to stop worrying and start drinking.

On-On

Brass Monkey HHH

Just read about this group on the hash-l. It seems this group now holds the record for the coldest hash, -40, gotta love the weather in Antarctica. They ran a not-quite naked hash (they were allowed to wear boots, gloves and a head band).

Hanging with the Kimchi's

Tuesday night, after work, on my way to leave Austin, I stopped off at Chlamydia's going away dinner. What was going to be a quick stop over, turned into a couple of hours.

After that slight deviation from my plan, I call Wet Spot to let her know I will be late. She is okay with this and we simply meet at Bottles and Racks, have to love a bar whose acronym is BAR. After a few beers, some Tuaca and Jager, it is off to WS house for Steel Reserve. AHHH Malt Liquor.

Wednesday consisted off waking up about noonish, following WS's directions to Donnie The Retards place. Turns out the plane is late, so I meet DTR at his office and we drive to the airport together to go pick up the Colorado contingent. It was so heart warming to see Nuttin But Net and DTR finally reunited.

At this point it was time to hit up Specs for the keg, then the Home Depot for tubing for the pony keg. We arrive back at DTR's and quickly unload the gear and get the pony keg ready. While on the phone with Closet Freak, I hear what I could only imagine was the beer shooting out of the keg all over DTR. To my horror, my ears did not deceive me.

Well with the keg having issues, we quickly switched over to Brass Monkeys. At this point it all becomes a blur. We play Beirut. I discover I am pretty decent at this game, as long as Guns and Roses is not playing. Closet Freak showing up and eating guacamole in the middle of the night.

Thursday consisted of waking up around noon, calling everyone else pussies for still laying around and not hitting the keg. NBN finally decided to stop complaining about his pussy hurting and had a Brass Monkey. At this point MILF and Cotch Scratch Fever rrrr rrrr also partook of some libations. Still missing is DTR. Every so often he would come out of his room, look a little green and then return to the comfort and safety of his bedroom.

When we finally left, we went to some pizza place (someone help me out with the name, was trying to describe the eggrolls to a friend). From their we found a place to do some drunken go cart and bumper boats. I kicked everyone's ass at drunken go cart!

At this point things started getting blurry again, something about Texas Hold'em. Passing out and stealing NBN's bed (sorry to be such a shit). Five a.m. found me driving to Austin, thanks for the wake up call CSF rrrr rrrr. Needless to say the drive home sucked, did not even bother stopping at my apartment, went straight to work and went to one of the sleep rooms for an hour. When I woke up, I worked for about 30 minutes, then back to the sleep room. At this point I figured out I was useless and went home, to my bed. I missed my bed, slept most of the day away and then woke up to go work at Chon Som.

Sorry no pics, Aggie Gagger wussed out and did the whole work thing.