probando, probando
9.26.2003
9.24.2003
the city is beautiful this time of the year...
heeeeeey babay! you lookin' hot tonite!
maxin' and relaxin' in manhattan
view from the top
las chicas locas
one thing leading to another
enjoy
heeeeeey babay! you lookin' hot tonite!
maxin' and relaxin' in manhattan
view from the top
las chicas locas
one thing leading to another
enjoy
9.23.2003
unsleepy...
due to my not-so-recent reintroduction to bachelorhood and a five month absence of a social life, I have started making weekend pilgramages out of town, especially to austin, for the purpose of meeting women and getting them to like me. I've realized that the most important thing to do is to not have a legitimate well-paying job. punching the clock from 8-5 is unfun, unsexy, and uncool. this is an absolute no-no and will immediately get you on a one-way street down the friendship highway. also, shaving and wearing nice clothes are both big turn offs...as are full beards. carrying a cigar, detailing the wonders of salted air-cured hams, and threatening to drop a keg of beer on random douchebags will greatly increase your chances, as will musical talents.
so it appears that I have, once again, gotten my foot in the door with another betty. that is all I ask for. the rest will take care of itself. always keep her on her toes, stay 6 or 9 moves ahead of the game. as soon as she asks her friends about you...its game over.
language: the single key to unlocking the female analytical mind.
due to my not-so-recent reintroduction to bachelorhood and a five month absence of a social life, I have started making weekend pilgramages out of town, especially to austin, for the purpose of meeting women and getting them to like me. I've realized that the most important thing to do is to not have a legitimate well-paying job. punching the clock from 8-5 is unfun, unsexy, and uncool. this is an absolute no-no and will immediately get you on a one-way street down the friendship highway. also, shaving and wearing nice clothes are both big turn offs...as are full beards. carrying a cigar, detailing the wonders of salted air-cured hams, and threatening to drop a keg of beer on random douchebags will greatly increase your chances, as will musical talents.
so it appears that I have, once again, gotten my foot in the door with another betty. that is all I ask for. the rest will take care of itself. always keep her on her toes, stay 6 or 9 moves ahead of the game. as soon as she asks her friends about you...its game over.
language: the single key to unlocking the female analytical mind.
9.19.2003
keeping the pimp hand strong
so I went to get measured for a tux around twelvish. not only is noon the best time to shop for shoes, but apparently to get measured for tailored clothing as well. who knew? me of course. because I rule.
in the recent past, people have pointed out a striking resemblance between some famous people and myself.
justin's gf insists that I look like neo when wearing my shades.
earlier today, the girl that measured me for a tux told me that I look like an nfl player.
I don't see it at all. I might, kinda sorta, maaaaaybe, perhaps, possibly see a slight resemblance in a sort of horribly disfigured evil twin way.
it may have been just insincere flattery (probably so, because one thing the stan has never been is physically attractive), but either way I don't mind people telling me I look like superbeefcake athletes.
I think the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me was, 'I'd totally rather date (the stanley) than justin timberlake.'
untrue, but I'll take it.
by the way ladies, I apparently have a 'heroesque' build evidenced by my greater than 1.25 shoulder-to-waist ratio. at least that's what my psychologist friend told me.
believe in the hype, don't smoke on the pipe,
stan, the blog adonis
so I went to get measured for a tux around twelvish. not only is noon the best time to shop for shoes, but apparently to get measured for tailored clothing as well. who knew? me of course. because I rule.
in the recent past, people have pointed out a striking resemblance between some famous people and myself.
justin's gf insists that I look like neo when wearing my shades.
earlier today, the girl that measured me for a tux told me that I look like an nfl player.
I don't see it at all. I might, kinda sorta, maaaaaybe, perhaps, possibly see a slight resemblance in a sort of horribly disfigured evil twin way.
it may have been just insincere flattery (probably so, because one thing the stan has never been is physically attractive), but either way I don't mind people telling me I look like superbeefcake athletes.
I think the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me was, 'I'd totally rather date (the stanley) than justin timberlake.'
untrue, but I'll take it.
by the way ladies, I apparently have a 'heroesque' build evidenced by my greater than 1.25 shoulder-to-waist ratio. at least that's what my psychologist friend told me.
believe in the hype, don't smoke on the pipe,
stan, the blog adonis
9.16.2003
one thing I learned this weekend...
wet clothes make me feel uncomfortable...way to go capt. obvious. the horns lost saturday. this, of course, was the cause of much turmoil. debauchery. drunk dials. jackassery. that chapter ended with me falling into the lake, nearly drowning and having no recollection of the events that took place after that nasty episode until I woke up at 6am next morning with a gimp finger, missing wallet, no car keys and a dog licking my face.
as everyone began to roll out of their respective racks they helped me fill in the gaps. it had been a while since I had let my hair that far down. this should last me at least until my next nola.
stories were told, fun was made, clothes were found, all while appetites kept growing. someone made an executive decision to eat and later make our triumphant return to the lake.
the blinds were still closed at casa de wg and a-rod to proyect our frail drunken pupils, so we couldn't really tell what was going on with the weather by just looking at the window. when I was getting ready to eat, all I could tell is that it was darker than it normally was. I just thought I was getting ready super fast.
when I stepped outside, darks coulds were rolling in. it was too late to step back inside to change into the proper rain gear. when we got to enchiladas y mas the rain fell upon my head and shoulders and I got disoriented.
it had been completely sunny and oppressively hot the day before. to see the earth soaked and rain falling from the sky after this was a bit confusing. plus, it smelled like fall, which made me a little nostalgic.
this was piss poor timing for the rain gods. we were supposed to go back to the lake...and maybe find the lost car keys. riiiiite.
water skiing + middle of the lake + rain = fried bullionaires.
I wasn't certain that at least the trip out to the lake house would be cancelled, but I had been trying to decide how guilty I was after dirtying t-money's car. I took the rain as an omen.
so that was a bust. We ended up leaving after our meal to sit on the couch and watch rushmore. I mostly slept.
the best thing about that day was that I still wore my lake water stained white undershirt. I looked pimp-o-licious.
I also found this guayabera that I had left at nathans. I will hardly be able to keep my hands off myself when I wear this. the foxiness rays will be too powerful for anyone to endure without wearing saftety goggles and a lead vest.
consider yourselves warned.
I got the magic stick,
50 stan
wake board, beer, collapsible cooler...
stupid neighbors who don't let us jam by the pool
wet clothes make me feel uncomfortable...way to go capt. obvious. the horns lost saturday. this, of course, was the cause of much turmoil. debauchery. drunk dials. jackassery. that chapter ended with me falling into the lake, nearly drowning and having no recollection of the events that took place after that nasty episode until I woke up at 6am next morning with a gimp finger, missing wallet, no car keys and a dog licking my face.
as everyone began to roll out of their respective racks they helped me fill in the gaps. it had been a while since I had let my hair that far down. this should last me at least until my next nola.
stories were told, fun was made, clothes were found, all while appetites kept growing. someone made an executive decision to eat and later make our triumphant return to the lake.
the blinds were still closed at casa de wg and a-rod to proyect our frail drunken pupils, so we couldn't really tell what was going on with the weather by just looking at the window. when I was getting ready to eat, all I could tell is that it was darker than it normally was. I just thought I was getting ready super fast.
when I stepped outside, darks coulds were rolling in. it was too late to step back inside to change into the proper rain gear. when we got to enchiladas y mas the rain fell upon my head and shoulders and I got disoriented.
it had been completely sunny and oppressively hot the day before. to see the earth soaked and rain falling from the sky after this was a bit confusing. plus, it smelled like fall, which made me a little nostalgic.
this was piss poor timing for the rain gods. we were supposed to go back to the lake...and maybe find the lost car keys. riiiiite.
water skiing + middle of the lake + rain = fried bullionaires.
I wasn't certain that at least the trip out to the lake house would be cancelled, but I had been trying to decide how guilty I was after dirtying t-money's car. I took the rain as an omen.
so that was a bust. We ended up leaving after our meal to sit on the couch and watch rushmore. I mostly slept.
the best thing about that day was that I still wore my lake water stained white undershirt. I looked pimp-o-licious.
I also found this guayabera that I had left at nathans. I will hardly be able to keep my hands off myself when I wear this. the foxiness rays will be too powerful for anyone to endure without wearing saftety goggles and a lead vest.
consider yourselves warned.
I got the magic stick,
50 stan
wake board, beer, collapsible cooler...
stupid neighbors who don't let us jam by the pool
9.14.2003
back in suckton....
so we lost to the piggies, again. but I made sure I drowned my sorrows after the game. I did too good of a job, in fact I nearly drowned in the proccess. my feet are still dirty from walking around the marina, restaurant, home barefoot. the car keys are somewhere in lake travis, and I'm head is still a little fuzzy. so pardon the brevity...but I'll leave you with a few photogs from the weekend
so we lost to the piggies, again. but I made sure I drowned my sorrows after the game. I did too good of a job, in fact I nearly drowned in the proccess. my feet are still dirty from walking around the marina, restaurant, home barefoot. the car keys are somewhere in lake travis, and I'm head is still a little fuzzy. so pardon the brevity...but I'll leave you with a few photogs from the weekend
9.11.2003
as a nation we are stronger. we have weathered the storm thus far and will meet the coming challenges, not with arrogant bravado, but the quiet, courageous determination of true americans. tonight, I will smoke a padron serie 1926 no. 1 in remembrance of those who perished two years ago. I also salute with my padron the sacrifices made by so many since then to ensure that the events that occured two years ago have not been repeated in any way, shape, or form. thoughts and prayers go out to families who have lost loved one's on 9.11 and the aftermath and to those who's loved ones are overseas, protecting our country. god bless america.
...never forget
...never forget
...for the families, friends, and for our country.
9.09.2003
a sneak peek
every year my friends and I continously chip in a few nickles into this pot. the booty goes to the guy with the coolest outfit to the tx/ou game. nathan has won the event 3 years in a row. well kids, much like mobilhoma's trifecta the streak ends this year. yours truly is hell bent on cashing in.
so far I'm working on slapping together at least 3 ensembles. they are all at their near complete stage. unfortunately, I doubt I'll be able to throw together a burnt orange disco jesus costume in time, so I decided to do a longhorn version of petey wheatstraw, the devil's son in law.
who's that, you ask? dig this :
it looks exactly like this, except my jacket is burnt orange, my socks are black and my skin isn't. I must say it is a cool outfit. I decided to go with this because I watched this movie at a festival a few weeks ago. I doubt anyone is going to know who I am. no worries though, because I'll look fly.
stan gizzie
every year my friends and I continously chip in a few nickles into this pot. the booty goes to the guy with the coolest outfit to the tx/ou game. nathan has won the event 3 years in a row. well kids, much like mobilhoma's trifecta the streak ends this year. yours truly is hell bent on cashing in.
so far I'm working on slapping together at least 3 ensembles. they are all at their near complete stage. unfortunately, I doubt I'll be able to throw together a burnt orange disco jesus costume in time, so I decided to do a longhorn version of petey wheatstraw, the devil's son in law.
who's that, you ask? dig this :
it looks exactly like this, except my jacket is burnt orange, my socks are black and my skin isn't. I must say it is a cool outfit. I decided to go with this because I watched this movie at a festival a few weeks ago. I doubt anyone is going to know who I am. no worries though, because I'll look fly.
stan gizzie
9.08.2003
I am pathetic
sitting here at 2:59am monday morning, looking ahead to yet another football weekend in austin. trying to line up the perfect tailgate, the perfect friday night dinner with friends, the perfect after-dinner bar outting...the perfect date.
I'm one of those "spoiled" texas fans, who expects the best-of-the-best, and to win every weekend. to tell you the truth though, if texas always won I'd probably stop watching at some point. though we don't admit it, it's the ying and yang of winning and losing that keeps us coming back. every fall hope springs eternal for college football fans. every team has a chance to be national champions in our secret heart of hearts. almost always reality has come crashing down on me in early october for the past 3 years, and once on a chilly december evening in dallas two years ago. we were so close I could taste it.
every week brings new hope. as fans, we are reborn each saturday. we are part of an eternal pageant played out each fall. we are cast in the age old struggle against our mythical adversary. sometimes we win, sometimes we lose. our sanity rests on the whims of 18-21 year old boys, and the choice of headgear of "the coach" and the cool and measured skepticism from "the quarterback". as william shakespear said "the plays the thing".
I love my school
I love my longhorns
I love my college football fanatic friends all over this country
I love roadtrips
I love corny dogs
I love sneaking bourbon
I love ragging on the sooners and whipping on aggy
I love "from eyes to eyes"
...I love my life
sitting here at 2:59am monday morning, looking ahead to yet another football weekend in austin. trying to line up the perfect tailgate, the perfect friday night dinner with friends, the perfect after-dinner bar outting...the perfect date.
I'm one of those "spoiled" texas fans, who expects the best-of-the-best, and to win every weekend. to tell you the truth though, if texas always won I'd probably stop watching at some point. though we don't admit it, it's the ying and yang of winning and losing that keeps us coming back. every fall hope springs eternal for college football fans. every team has a chance to be national champions in our secret heart of hearts. almost always reality has come crashing down on me in early october for the past 3 years, and once on a chilly december evening in dallas two years ago. we were so close I could taste it.
every week brings new hope. as fans, we are reborn each saturday. we are part of an eternal pageant played out each fall. we are cast in the age old struggle against our mythical adversary. sometimes we win, sometimes we lose. our sanity rests on the whims of 18-21 year old boys, and the choice of headgear of "the coach" and the cool and measured skepticism from "the quarterback". as william shakespear said "the plays the thing".
I love my school
I love my longhorns
I love my college football fanatic friends all over this country
I love roadtrips
I love corny dogs
I love sneaking bourbon
I love ragging on the sooners and whipping on aggy
I love "from eyes to eyes"
...I love my life
9.04.2003
my life at this very moment...
can best be summed up as: cigars, cars, and bars.
so I as I made my way through the village I spotted this shop that I have no idea how I missed it before. shit, its half a block away from gingerman's. but I digress, I was floored by their sheer selection. not only did I score two padron 1926s, two padron annies, but the girl behind the counter let me in on a little secret...she let me buy an ffox, that's a fuente fuente opus x for you non-aficionados.
yes, I am geeked.
can best be summed up as: cigars, cars, and bars.
so I as I made my way through the village I spotted this shop that I have no idea how I missed it before. shit, its half a block away from gingerman's. but I digress, I was floored by their sheer selection. not only did I score two padron 1926s, two padron annies, but the girl behind the counter let me in on a little secret...she let me buy an ffox, that's a fuente fuente opus x for you non-aficionados.
yes, I am geeked.
9.02.2003
sink your teef into the ass of life
I'd like to start this bitch off by saying that if this weekend was a preview for the rest of the monster that is college football, it will be enticing and painful at the same time. there are genuine concerns that my loins might not hold up if I keep up this pace, but alas I always beat the odds.
I didn't bolt for austin friday night, like I usually do. nathan said he was coming in town and I could ride back with him, and return with either meredith or sto. a third party later informed me that nathan had a change in plans...on saturday morning. so I had to scramble to get ready and make sure that truman was good to go. but not before I had to truck it all the way just south of dallas...err the woodlands. forcing me to miss most of the nebraska vs. okie state game to rendezvous with nathan's pop. for some reason, nathan loves sending me on errands when it is the least convenient for me (hello, passport incident!). I would think that n8, if anyone, would know when I should be glued to the tv. piss poor planning, I say.
since that little pleasure, and I use the term loosely, drive only took me about six or nine hours, I had a bunch of unexpected free time (my presence wasn't really needed at the atx until 9pm). I used it to clean up the house a little bit. I have been keeping the house fairly clean, but my closet was a mess again. I'm going to have to tackle this today. mop, mop, mop all day long.
while I was cleaning, I noticed some mail that had gone unnoticed. the bank statement came. nothing gives one a quicker dose of reality than a bank statement.
last time I went to the cash machine, the balance looked a little slow, but I could manage. I figured I had plenty of wiggle room until the weekend. I could make it if I didn't do anything extravagant. but afterall...I am an exxxtravagant man.
however, when I looked at the statement, I realized that the balance didn't reflect a couple of outstanding checks, one of those being for well over $4k. I promptly soiled myself after discovering this.
I checked everything and nothing is going to bounce thankfully, but I found myself dancing around with a noose around my neck. I guess I was superbroke before, but I didn't know that until that day.
I had to move money around so that my ego could write checks that my body could actually cash.
so then I called nathan to make sure I could still crash at this place. you just never know with that dude. crossed my fingers in hopes that he could still hook me up because I'd rather not have to whore it on the streets.
who am I kidding? I'd love to whore it on the streets.
I was prepared to shake my tail feather at lebare for a quick $690 before I left town, if I was faced with the prospect of...gasp! having to pay for a hotel room in austin. I'd rather not, but crossing ethical boundaries sounds much better than eating ramen for a month again.
anyway, in my frantic efforts to tie up my financial loose ends, I neglected to once again pack the digi. I realized this when I was well past sealy, tx: home of eric dickerson. it was either turn around for the digi, or completely miss dinner at z teja's with 20 of my closests friends at 9pm. I chose to go pictureless for another weekend.
thankfully, I pulled it together in time to make it to nathan's to pound a few cold ones before dinner. when we finally made it there, we were pleasantly surprised to see that two shots of patron were waiting for us. yes, my friends are ten times cooler than yours. this is a fact. after I toasted to the glory of the coming of the horns, the debauchery was officially allowed to commence.
dinner was so badass. jokes were traded, a couple of cigars were smoked, chicks were seduced, etc. when the $690 bill came, everyone put in enough scratch to cover it, and we were allowed to keep a copy to frame.
we brought the next bar down to its knees, and after getting the customary boot from the staff at the end of the night we headed back to wg's house for late night. long story short, I ended up finally "going" to bed at 6:30am.
...so much for crashing at nathan's.
I'd like to start this bitch off by saying that if this weekend was a preview for the rest of the monster that is college football, it will be enticing and painful at the same time. there are genuine concerns that my loins might not hold up if I keep up this pace, but alas I always beat the odds.
I didn't bolt for austin friday night, like I usually do. nathan said he was coming in town and I could ride back with him, and return with either meredith or sto. a third party later informed me that nathan had a change in plans...on saturday morning. so I had to scramble to get ready and make sure that truman was good to go. but not before I had to truck it all the way just south of dallas...err the woodlands. forcing me to miss most of the nebraska vs. okie state game to rendezvous with nathan's pop. for some reason, nathan loves sending me on errands when it is the least convenient for me (hello, passport incident!). I would think that n8, if anyone, would know when I should be glued to the tv. piss poor planning, I say.
since that little pleasure, and I use the term loosely, drive only took me about six or nine hours, I had a bunch of unexpected free time (my presence wasn't really needed at the atx until 9pm). I used it to clean up the house a little bit. I have been keeping the house fairly clean, but my closet was a mess again. I'm going to have to tackle this today. mop, mop, mop all day long.
while I was cleaning, I noticed some mail that had gone unnoticed. the bank statement came. nothing gives one a quicker dose of reality than a bank statement.
last time I went to the cash machine, the balance looked a little slow, but I could manage. I figured I had plenty of wiggle room until the weekend. I could make it if I didn't do anything extravagant. but afterall...I am an exxxtravagant man.
however, when I looked at the statement, I realized that the balance didn't reflect a couple of outstanding checks, one of those being for well over $4k. I promptly soiled myself after discovering this.
I checked everything and nothing is going to bounce thankfully, but I found myself dancing around with a noose around my neck. I guess I was superbroke before, but I didn't know that until that day.
I had to move money around so that my ego could write checks that my body could actually cash.
so then I called nathan to make sure I could still crash at this place. you just never know with that dude. crossed my fingers in hopes that he could still hook me up because I'd rather not have to whore it on the streets.
who am I kidding? I'd love to whore it on the streets.
I was prepared to shake my tail feather at lebare for a quick $690 before I left town, if I was faced with the prospect of...gasp! having to pay for a hotel room in austin. I'd rather not, but crossing ethical boundaries sounds much better than eating ramen for a month again.
anyway, in my frantic efforts to tie up my financial loose ends, I neglected to once again pack the digi. I realized this when I was well past sealy, tx: home of eric dickerson. it was either turn around for the digi, or completely miss dinner at z teja's with 20 of my closests friends at 9pm. I chose to go pictureless for another weekend.
thankfully, I pulled it together in time to make it to nathan's to pound a few cold ones before dinner. when we finally made it there, we were pleasantly surprised to see that two shots of patron were waiting for us. yes, my friends are ten times cooler than yours. this is a fact. after I toasted to the glory of the coming of the horns, the debauchery was officially allowed to commence.
dinner was so badass. jokes were traded, a couple of cigars were smoked, chicks were seduced, etc. when the $690 bill came, everyone put in enough scratch to cover it, and we were allowed to keep a copy to frame.
we brought the next bar down to its knees, and after getting the customary boot from the staff at the end of the night we headed back to wg's house for late night. long story short, I ended up finally "going" to bed at 6:30am.
...so much for crashing at nathan's.
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