I wrote a hit play

I don't know, but today seemed kinda odd.

I woke up totally refreshed. maybe my new über pillow juiced me up. oh no. today is the first day of college football season. silly me for forgetting.

on the slate is a trip to sto's to catch lsu vs. the bulldogs of missippissi state. we'll pound some beers and maybe bust out the wii.

tomorrow, I'm officially putting in half a day of work before bolting for austin. the only definite plans is the home opener against arkansas st. and the 69th annual labor day weekend croquet tournament at zach attach's. I'm sure I'll do a bit of drinking, but I don't want to think too much about that lest I spoil the surprise for my liver.

today I didn't even have to use my AK.
I gotta say it was a good day.

Posted by Stan at 8/30/2007 | Permalink

for now this will have to do until lojo grows into his colt mccoy jersey

Posted by Stan at 8/25/2007 | Permalink

the blurry vision, bloated gut, slurred speech and irritability point to me being allergic to beer. I experience all those symptoms when I consume.

especially the irritability. next time I'm on a dinner date and a girl tells me how terrible her life is and how the only reason her lady boss wants to fire her is because she intimidates her, I swear I'm going to choke, drown and electrocute michael vick. bitch, maybe if you spent less time during the day texting me about how frustrated you are from not hearing back from the company you interviewed with two weeks ago and actually working you wouldn't have received a warning.

if you leave an interview and you are too obtuse to know if that company wants to hire you or not, you should be thankful they at least gave you the opportunity for you to waste their time. the only time I was turned down after an interview was because I was overqualified. they called me the following day to offer me a managerial position. I told them to suck my balls.

only want to work there for a week anyway. or however long it took me to learn the proper beef fajita recipe at lupe tortilla.

oh, and it appears I need to report the company that does our payroll to the secret service. evidently we have a girl on staff that is being paid in counterfeit bills because she is too broke to buy the guys in the stockroom kolaches everytime she's ten minutes late. maybe she needs to stop buying over priced water like penta.

Posted by Stan at 8/21/2007 | Permalink

unless it is to stomp on the colon of the meathead bouncer they had working the gate yesterday.

my early evening started by picking up sto from his house and blowing down studemont. as soon as I spotted ali b. and her barflies enjoying white linen night I laid on the horn and stuck my head out the window and yelled, "put some mustard on that hot dog!!!"

we are going to meet up later -- or so I thought.

earlier I had begrudgingly accepted an invitation to eat at either goode co. or the 'dillo. to me that would be akin to being asked if I'd rather have garth brooks or chris gaines piped over the loudspeaker as I was slowly dunked into an acid bath. actually, I like goode co., however, I had met sto there for lunch that day. so the sound of eating there again made it equally tortuous.

we arrived at the 'dillo to find ian and shane plowing into their sandwiches and drinking their beer. since we arrived :15 later we were now subject to the cover charge being enforced by said meathead. he wouldn't let us get past the gates unless we forked over $5, even when we mentioned that we weren't interested in listening to whatever hack they had found to play inside. we paid under protest and invited him to watch our table. he said he'd think about giving us a refund on our way out.

well, superfriends, I'm sure you know how the story ended. the villainous bouncer decided to keep our money, ignoring sto's request. I calmly walked off writing it off as a lesson to never go back -- my handgun instructor would be so proud -- while sto dramatically ripped off his wristband and tossed it on the lot.


the next place we visited in the village was my bag. it was full of hot chicks and some not so hot chicks. however, the vibe was quite different and the live band was actually good.

the highlight of the evening, the week even, was meeting a gorgeous girl who was not adverse to taking shots and pounding drink. all while maintaining her grace and drunken composure. even though it was our first meeting she had heard about me. and surprisingly enough it was not bad. wheew.

I was totally smitten and I'm looking forward to hanging out with her again.

let me reitirate that this girl is a b l a s t furnace.

Posted by Stan at 8/05/2007 | Permalink

my godson is having surgery. yep, at 6 months he's having general anesthesia for a simple procedure. crazy.




I'm such a bad godfather for not being able to attend. and even worse for allowing him to be subject to the abuse of having to wear a reggie bush jersey.

someone hook me with a link to a vy jersey.

Posted by Stan at 8/02/2007 | Permalink