Hellllooooo weekend.

I met the Sudoku again on Friday on the bus ride home from work. Now, I like the 8. I really do. Its probably my favorite bus in this city or any city. But, dammit. Stupid Sudoku was so engrossing I rode the 8 for an extra 3/4 of a mile. Stupid, stupid Sudoku.

Oh, I suck at those things too.

Friday night was the housewarming party. People came over, people drank. Lord did they drink. We plowed through close to 170 bottles of beer. One night! Bags was played. Friends, enemies, girls who were flirting with me who HAD BOYFRIENDS were all there. Although, the only enemy I have is Koby, and we didn't break out into a knife fight. Which, well, obviously we're getting better as far as not disturbing the peace.

I made the awesome decision to clean the backyard from 3.30 to 4.30 am. It was, oddly, fun. I do weird things when drinking for 8 goddamned hours.

Saturday was the roommate's brother's bachelor party. We played paintball, ate at hooters, played whirlyball and then, while heavily intoxicated, went to a "Gentleman's Club." It was the first time I have ever been to such a locale. It was interesting. When I was just passively standing on the edge of the place mentally, and not getting into the moment, I was somewhat repelled. Kinda like when you're watching porn, you finish, and it keeps playing? Yeah, like that. But after I "got in the moment", I just, I dunno. Relaxed and enjoyed myself obviously, but I'm still working through just what I think of it. I'm not sure if I feel it is a place for lonely people to "have a moment" with a girl, or if it really is just the meat market it seems to be. Or, if its both and you just have to decide for yourself what you want out of it. I'm not saying its good or bad, I'm just not sure what to make of it yet.

I do think the elderly couple behind me who were frigging each other were fucking unnecessary. Just, ugh, go home.

Sunday was super-awesome-hangover and cable movies day. Then I hopped in the non-Sister roommate's car and drove around looking for an open drug store and listning to Schadenfreud Radio. It was a nice, calm night.

After the eldest sister properly put me in my place for speaking of work stuff on this blogger thing, I have said nothing of the trials and trevails that I have witnessed and experienced. Suffice it to say there have been a lot of them. I am delivering an ultimatum this week. I do not wish to be all super-hardcore depressed like I was last winter.

As Gwen Stefani says, "That shit is Bananas."
- posted by Pat @ 11:21 PM

 
I'm totally the biggest liar ever. Well, maybe not biggest, but I am a liar.

I have been in front of my computer several times in the past two weeks with the entire stack of CDs I got from L.A. Never once did it cross my mind to actually give the reviews I was planning to. I guess I can just say they were good, I enjoy them and move along.

They are good.

I was attempting to hold off on buying anymore CDs for awhile; however, I am a failure. But I am failure who also owns the new Sufjan Stevens album "Illinoise", so I think I win. Although the album comes off, at points, like it is a musical, think West Side Story but without the killings, it is rock solid. This is Sufjan's second entry in his state-by-state catalog of CDs. His first disc in this process was Michigan. Apparently they are very similar. I have no idea. The non-chorus line parts of the CD are solid indie rock. I give it 5 bottles of orange juice out of 3.

Here is Pitchforks's review.

Hint: they know how to write. Even if it is a wee bit pretentious at points.

I have, once again, contraced an infection of the ear. I am not sure how it happened this time. I have been out of the water for almost three weeks with a busted wrist. Hello! No submerging! Bullshit I say. It hurts, its swollen and I hate it. And since it is the outer portion of the canal all infected, it warps what I hear. So yeah, I've heard some freaking gibberish lately. Or, at least I've been giving people the benefit of the doubt that they know how to speak.

'Course, I do work in computers, so maybe that isn't the best assumption.
- posted by Pat @ 10:35 AM

 
The wedding was beautiful. I stood around like a goon. Apparently the other groomsmen and I were "all crazy unorganized". We were okay with it. Because, by and large, it was true.

I was hanging out with my doppleganger at one point and we were wearing suits. We were hanging around on a corner waving people into the Heart of CalTech to the wedding. An incredibly gay dude hit on us. I was vaguely uncomfortable. I can only imagine what girls feel like when I hit on them. I must remember to stop that.

HAHA. Self deprecating humor, especially when sly like that, is a friend to all.

I bought a Standard (US) Tonne, spelled in Enligsh, of Music in L.A. This is no Surprise. List will be compiled later when I have the discs in front of me because I can't remember the name of any of the discs. And it is worthless if I am making recomendations without the album name.

UTTERFUCKINGGARBAGE.

I continue to lie low because the last few weeks have been extremely rough on me. Between coming and going and DEAR GOD THE BOOZE, there has not been enough sleep. On the upside, I'm getting my tolerance back. Soon, I'll be back to my old 15 beer self. Hello beer gut. Oh how I have missed you.
- posted by Pat @ 10:02 AM

 
If only crazy days happened all the time. At least I got hammerated on Friday with the Brian of Tracy Fame. I ended up hanging out in Beverly all weekend, which pretty much precludes any kind of huge adventure. Good times were had, but it wasn't run into walls and trip over (possibly)dead hookers kind of fun.

You know, the kind of fun you don't tell anyone about because it is, mostly, prosecutable.

The coming weekend will see me in LA witnessing the old roommate and super-genius Chris getting married to the old friend and world-saver Sarah. It will be a good time. And I will be getting trashed on Sunday with Fishman and Kara. That's gonna be one painful, painful drive to the airport on Monday. Just how I like 'em.

I drink too much coffee. I drink too much beer. I am focusing on drinking more coffee so I drink less beer. I think this is a perferctly acceptable tradeoff.
- posted by Pat @ 9:52 AM