PAT \\\ PATRICK \\\ DANIEL \\\ PAUL
Sunday, August 27, 2006
 
I left work on Thursday heading for a great adventure. Instead, I ended up drunk in a Cleveland Econo Lodge. On the upside, I got drunk in two different cities, pissed off future clergy and caught up with some rad people. So it was a good weekend and Dave and Lisa are now married.

Oh, right: Congratulations to Dave and Lisa Ramirez, wedded yesterday (Saturday).

I'm not sure if I pissed off the future clergy, but I most certainly was belligerently drinking. Not drunk, just attempting to coerce these people that were having the after party to, you know, get out of freaking bed and get with the boozy-maholing. And I screamed at a fake old man. Who is also a future clergy.

Note to anyone under 3050: You are not too old to play flip cup.

Special Note to people younger then me: Do not speak condescendingly to me about not being able to party drink and acting like a fucking chaperone. You are 25. Act it. Enjoy it. Remember to take the goddamned stick out of your ass.

Side note unrelated to the notes above this one: Everyone at this wedding was married or engaged. Freaky. When did all of these people get married? Was there a mass wedding I missed out on? Did I miss a chance at a girl?

I partied a bunch, got a totally sweet pewter mug for being an Usher, and came home. Oh, and Dan (notonthisblog), I finished all four books, I'll need more this weekend.

Cheers all!
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Monday, August 21, 2006
 
Oh man, the hell? This is crazy. I didn't drink for an entire week (almost) and did I post? No. Man, stupid side jobs. Note to self: stop being an idiot. If unfortunate things happen, do not shoot self in foot in penance. Not helpful.

Otherwise, things are going well. Job is okay, beer is okay, coffee is beginning to be optional. I am not entirely certain how I feel about this. Coffee was mandatory for breathing before. And now, eh, take it or leave it. Usually take it, but I now have the option, most of the time.

My wall scrolls continue to be absolute dicks and refuse to stay on my walls. C'mon guys, its duct tape. Its mere prescence should ensure you keeping those walls up until God Himself smites me down for being entirely too rad. Or lame. One of the two, I get 'em confused all the time. But not the smiting. You don't confuse that with anything. Except maybe a moose.

I can see that happening.

I guess this is more of an open letter then a blog post really. My audience is you personally, dear reader. No one else. And each one of you at a time. Or, both of you on your own. Or something suitably humurous and internetly self-deprecating.

Well, I'm off for dinner. Its going to be an elegant repast of humus, whole wheat pita bread my mom is probably really pissed I took and water. I live the goddamned life!
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Tuesday, August 01, 2006
 
Howdy both of you. How's it going wherever you are? Its hot here. Awfully hot. Something, something 100+ degrees hot. Now, I'm not one to bitch (that's a lie) but that's damned hot. And can you guys guess what my monitor, speakers and giant behemoth of a computer do? No, not waste electricity. Or look ugly except when drunk. Yes, that's right, they give off heat.

So my computer area is a sauna and I melt every time I sit here.

No video games, chatting or, really, being 'around' until the heat dies down. Unless I'm drunk, then, what the hell, I don't notice anyway.
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