That's probably my favorite Bushism. I used a little strategerie myself last night. I was really torn whether to go to the previously-mentioned reunion deal at Cadillac's. I had already chatted with most of the people the previous night and there was good college football to watch. I decided to go and try it out, but with the caveat of "If there's no TV w/ the Auburn game on it, I'm having a drink and rolling out." For better or worse (I haven't decided yet) that request was met.
For most of the night, I strategically placed myself on the edge of the dance floor, between the chicken wings and big screen TV. The sound was turned down, obviously, but I was able to keep an eye on things while the chitchat was flying and the flashbulbs were popping. I guess they don't really pop anymore, do they? Random classmates pulling me farther onto the floor? OK, I'm just closer to the game...and I can bust out some of my moves. I'm still working on "Making the Pizza."
Anyway, if you're not familiar with the outcome of the Auburn game, the good guys won 9-7 on a last second field goal. My tigers had been ahead the entire game until about a minute and a half left, when Arkansas scored a touchdown and went up 7-6. I was pretty down when I saw the TD. With that much time left, and AU's lethargic offense, I didn't have much hope (you may say I didn't believe) that we could drive to field goal range. Well, obviously they did.
This may be sheer coincidence, but the song that the DJ was blaring in my ears (why were my peeps dancing so close to the speakers?) when the field goal soared through the uprights and I raised my hands triumphantly was Def Leppard's Pour Some Sugar on Me. Yeah, they're classy at Cadillac's. The point is, the winner of the SEC typically goes to the Sugar Bowl. The song that came on after that? Journey's classic Don't Stop Believing. Spooky. I didn't try to explain it to anyone around me; they wouldn't have understood.
While I did get two "free" drinks, some chicken wings and such, and there were a few new people there who weren't around Friday night, I still would have liked to watch the entire game and hear what was going on. I did TiVo it, so I should block out a few hours and take in the apparent defensive slug fest.
Apart from the football follies, overall, the reunion weekend was fun. Reconnected with a few neat people and netted some more MySpace friends.
As a quick aside: I really need to pare that list down. I'm now up to 104 amigos. I imagine my friends list is much like most of those on MySpace. i.e. I probably only really talk to maybe 20% of them on a semi-regular basis. The rest are bands and random people I probably knew once and don't really know anymore.
There are rumblings of a 15 year reunion now. Who has those? My suggestion will be for a little classier affair. I'm not wanting black tie or anything, but let's have something catered and semi-casual and, if some people want, go roll out to a bar afterwards. Having already chatted everyone of importance up, I would most likely roll home at that point.
Speaking of rolling, I'm finally closing up this epic post and rolling out.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
The Vue After a Decade
Do you remember 10 years ago? What you were like, what others were like, etc.? This weekend my high school graduating class is doing a little 10 year reunion thing. There was a tailgate deal last night before the EHS/Statesboro game, which the Knights won in dramatic fashion, and a post-game gathering at The VUE. Tonight will mark the end of the reunion with a few hours of hanging with the old folks at Cadillac's.
I'm pretty much the same guy. That's what they tell me, anyway. I look the same, have the same personality, drive the same car...maybe you've heard I don't like change before.
It's pretty neat seeing all these people again. While my main amigos in high school graduated the year before me, there were still some good people in my class. It was pretty funny sometimes last night, though. I'm glad there was the built in excuse to break conversations with, "It's good to see you, I'm gonna go say hey to ______," because there were several times I was scratching my head for what to say next after chatting with the random classmates and using up the initial pleasantries.
I'm a little hoarse this morning after talking so much ("...well, I like to say I'm between real jobs...") and having to yell over the thumping techno beats. I can really rumble out the low notes on the baritone scale, though.
I make mental checklists for many things: grocery shopping, things to do around the house, what to look for in a woman, etc... Here's a peek at my high school reunion check list.
Like everything else in life, blogging takes motivation. EHS Class of '97 is certainly that. It's not as strong as my previous motivation, though.
I'm pretty much the same guy. That's what they tell me, anyway. I look the same, have the same personality, drive the same car...maybe you've heard I don't like change before.
It's pretty neat seeing all these people again. While my main amigos in high school graduated the year before me, there were still some good people in my class. It was pretty funny sometimes last night, though. I'm glad there was the built in excuse to break conversations with, "It's good to see you, I'm gonna go say hey to ______," because there were several times I was scratching my head for what to say next after chatting with the random classmates and using up the initial pleasantries.
I'm a little hoarse this morning after talking so much ("...well, I like to say I'm between real jobs...") and having to yell over the thumping techno beats. I can really rumble out the low notes on the baritone scale, though.
I make mental checklists for many things: grocery shopping, things to do around the house, what to look for in a woman, etc... Here's a peek at my high school reunion check list.
- Thin, athletic classmates packing on the pounds? Check
- Attractive classmates not so attractive anymore? Check
- Short classmates having growth spurts? Check
- Many marriages, divorces, and kids? Check
- Classmates being married to each other that makes you scratch your head? Check
- Classmates coming out of the closet? Check
- Random inebriated classmates bragging about how much money they make? Check
- Random inebriated classmates smooching, making you do a double-take? Check
Like everything else in life, blogging takes motivation. EHS Class of '97 is certainly that. It's not as strong as my previous motivation, though.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
The Clean Plate Club
So...it's been over a month since my last "blog" session. Some call them blogs, others call them toasters. (And by "others" I mean my buddy Jake.) I call them...well, I guess I call them blogs now, too. I don't have an excuse. I actually have several for my lack of blog posts, but I'll spare those of you who may happen upon this. I'm here now and that's all that matters.
On to the subject at hand. I met a girl recently. I guess after a certain age you're a woman...err, girls are women, so she's really a woman. Maybe it's because I'm still in my 20s, but I call all attractive females around my age girls. Anyway, moving on... We did dinner earlier tonight and, turning off all my sarcasm for a moment, I thought it was great. I believe she thought it was great too.
The Clean Plate Club. That's just something I usually joke around about. That is, saying someone is a member of it if they, appropriately, clean their plate during a meal. (I really had no idea it was a catering outfit that had won Best of Nashville seven years in a row. I wonder if it's as uppity as Best of Augusta?) Back to my definition: I've seen it done before and, as I said, I usually make note of it.
Tonight was the first time I've ever seen a woman do it. Let me qualify that. The first time I've seen a woman do it at The Pizza Joint when she orders two slices of pizza. This is not a knock on women but just to say The Pizza Joint sells you a big slice and she's a slim, athletic woman. I didn't have dinner with a Golden Corral buffet buster by any means.
I might also add the caveat of it being a date. General reasoning says that women are a little nervous on dates and, therefore, won't eat as much as normal. At least, I guess it was a date. Well, she cleaned her plate, so maybe it wasn't...crap. Who knows. She did claim to be "starving," though, when I turned up the sarcasm, I mean charm, when she was initially talking about the dual slice attempt. Until a hear differently, that's what I'm going to call it...a date...I think.
I've done The Pizza Joint before with women (not dates) who have attempted two slices...and, as the single guy, I usually got to bring one home. Not tonight, buddy. I felt like a little less of a man. I, too, had two slices (my usual meatball and pepperoni) but left behind most of the crust. Maybe I mentioned this earlier, but she cleaned her plate...i.e. not even crust left behind. I did have more alcohol, though, so maybe I'm not less of a man after all. We also did a piece of cheese cake, w/ caramel, for dessert.
Speaking of alcohol, I recommend Rogue Dead Guy. The Evans PJ has it on draft. Excellent stuff. My Publix doesn't sell it, which is a downer. I don't frequent the local liquor stores, but maybe they'd have it. I'll have to look into it.
Hopefully, it won't be as long between postings next time. Maybe I'll get inspiration again soon. My hair is growing back nicely, by the way. Thanks for asking.
On to the subject at hand. I met a girl recently. I guess after a certain age you're a woman...err, girls are women, so she's really a woman. Maybe it's because I'm still in my 20s, but I call all attractive females around my age girls. Anyway, moving on... We did dinner earlier tonight and, turning off all my sarcasm for a moment, I thought it was great. I believe she thought it was great too.
The Clean Plate Club. That's just something I usually joke around about. That is, saying someone is a member of it if they, appropriately, clean their plate during a meal. (I really had no idea it was a catering outfit that had won Best of Nashville seven years in a row. I wonder if it's as uppity as Best of Augusta?) Back to my definition: I've seen it done before and, as I said, I usually make note of it.
Tonight was the first time I've ever seen a woman do it. Let me qualify that. The first time I've seen a woman do it at The Pizza Joint when she orders two slices of pizza. This is not a knock on women but just to say The Pizza Joint sells you a big slice and she's a slim, athletic woman. I didn't have dinner with a Golden Corral buffet buster by any means.
I might also add the caveat of it being a date. General reasoning says that women are a little nervous on dates and, therefore, won't eat as much as normal. At least, I guess it was a date. Well, she cleaned her plate, so maybe it wasn't...crap. Who knows. She did claim to be "starving," though, when I turned up the sarcasm, I mean charm, when she was initially talking about the dual slice attempt. Until a hear differently, that's what I'm going to call it...a date...I think.
I've done The Pizza Joint before with women (not dates) who have attempted two slices...and, as the single guy, I usually got to bring one home. Not tonight, buddy. I felt like a little less of a man. I, too, had two slices (my usual meatball and pepperoni) but left behind most of the crust. Maybe I mentioned this earlier, but she cleaned her plate...i.e. not even crust left behind. I did have more alcohol, though, so maybe I'm not less of a man after all. We also did a piece of cheese cake, w/ caramel, for dessert.
Speaking of alcohol, I recommend Rogue Dead Guy. The Evans PJ has it on draft. Excellent stuff. My Publix doesn't sell it, which is a downer. I don't frequent the local liquor stores, but maybe they'd have it. I'll have to look into it.
Hopefully, it won't be as long between postings next time. Maybe I'll get inspiration again soon. My hair is growing back nicely, by the way. Thanks for asking.
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