Getting Ready to Hang X-mas Lights

Starting tomorrow I'll be hanging X-mas lights all over Long Beach. Not a bad way to get some extra money. Bonus: I am super tired right now, but felt obligated to post something. Man, I'm slackin' on this.

Getting Confused at DiPiazza's

Ok, so, we have to kill Hitler. No, wait, that's the commercial for Valkyrie. Anyone else think that movie looks kinda ridiculous?

Now, for my story:

Last night Cory and I headed out to DiPiazza's for James Boo's band Away Team's final show. Since we were pretty hungry, we thought "Hey, let's go there early, get dinner, and that way we don't have to pay the cover." Now, I'm not saying I'm trying to completely avoid paying a cover, but it does seem crazy to pay $7 to see a friends band when you aren't staying for the other bands, and it just seems good business to waive the cover for people who buy food. I thought this was standard procedure.

So, we sit down and wait for our waitperson. And wait. We notice the two bartenders pay us no heed as we sit there for a while. Eventually they start bringing food out to the other two tables sitting there and still not a look in our direction. By this time we figure we gotta go to the bar to order our food and drinks. Weird for a place that has a sign outside that says "Pizza" super big, but, whatever. We order, sit back down, back on track. Then, before our food comes out, the bartender brings over our (separate) checks. Hmm? 

Naturally I finished my beer before the food came, so thought it would be a good idea to just pay the bill while ordering another beer to avoid any further confusion. The second bartender was working the bar, so we went to him to get our next round. He says to us, "You want another round? You guys got tabs right? We usually need a credit card for tabs." Tab? For dinner? "Uh, yeah, I guess. I'm just gonna go ahead and pay for it all. I'm not sure exactly how things work here," I reply.

Back to our seats. Still waiting for food, the door guy who recently arrived starts going from table to table. He gets to ours and asks if we're here for the bands. "We're here for dinner, we're waiting for food."

"So you don't know the bands?"

"Well, we're here to eat, but we might stay and have a couple more drinks if that's ok?"

"Ok, cool."

Weird?

James' band plays while we're eating and they're pleasant enough. They play a bunch of covers of cartoon theme songs which was kinda funny.

Fast forward: We're out on the patio having another beer, after getting a shot of Fernet at the bar to soothe my stomach. A decision is made to go to Joe Jost's and since we're finished we start to head out. When we get to the door I remember I left my sweater in the booth so I head over to get it and leave. At this point, a guy, I think the owner, says "Hey, you guys gotta go to the door and get wristbands."

"Oh, we're leaving."

"Oh, ok."

What?

Ok, so I realize we were actually there for a band, but we were also eating dinner. I couldn't help but think what if we were just there to eat? Like we looked online for good pizza in Long Beach, went there and then had that experience. How much more confused would I be about the whole situation? So weird. But, what do I know?

Sorry I used a couple different tenses in that story. I am so, so sorry.

Drinking a Wisconsin Lunch Box

Oh Friday nights, why have you turned into a wasteland of drunkenness for me recently? A quick sampling of last Friday's adventures:

Phil came over to the house with a half bottle of bourbon. We took a couple of shots of that before setting out to the night.

We arrived at the Prospector for karaoke. Downed a beer pretty quickly, then sang "Don't Dream It's Over" (which, I believe, is a song only Neil Finn can actually sing). Drank another beer and left for Alex's

Got to Alex's, had another beer and inexplicably, a shot of tequila. This was pretty much the end of the night. Does that mean we stopped? Oh no.

Max's Steiner, the bar across the street from Alex's that has always had an air of scariness to it for some reason. After leaving the huddled masses of Alex's, it was weird to come into a nearly deserted bar. I ordered a beer and Phil and I began chatting up the bartender about who knows what. As the bar is closing, one guy asks for a Wisconsin Lunch Box and so the bartender begins to make one for him and herself. I must now yell out, "What the hell is a Wisconsin Lunch Box?" And so the bartender replies by asking if we want one. The smart answer at this point would've been, "No, I'm way too drunk as it is." But, that's not how I roll.  So, she pours a half glass of beer with some orange juice, gives us a shot of amaretto and we drop it in and slam it.

After that, we got Del Taco somehow and I sat on my bathroom floor for a while and tried to be quiet going to bed which didn't work in any way. And pretty much chalked up Saturday in the loss column.

Getting Back On Track

So there's  a picture of me bustin' up my back now! It's weird looking and the face reminds me of Perry Bible Fellowship, but hey, it's there!

My back is still sore, by the way. Now it's more of an all over sore though, so... progress?

Being Excited For a New President

Man, I really can't wait to have a president that doesn't make me nervous every time I hear him speak.

So awesome.

Watching Football/Reading About Propositions

Man, another pseudo-political blog, what's up with that? Or, as the kids say, Double You Tee Eff? So, I'm trying to figure out what and who to vote for tomorrow. I know I'm voting for Obama, or, B-Ozzle... no, that is just stupid. But, other than that, I haven't decided on a lot of stuff. 

To go to the first part of what I'm up to for a moment, the Steelers beat the shit out of the Redskins tonight (side note, I'm all for tradition, but how does a team in this day and age still get away with calling themselves the Redskins? Really?) and, as you may know, with the exception of the 2004 election, every time Washington has won the game they play before a presidential election, the incumbent party wins. So, good news for Obama. Also, how do the Washington fans let half the stadium be filled with Pittsburgh fans? Bad form, D.C.

So, with that done, I try and decide voting. An awkward sentence you say? Well, may I direct you to the previous paragraph. Read the 'first' sentence. 

Indeed, this has descended into nonsense, and yes, I have no drawing for you (I've decided to point this out every time I don't have one to encourage myself). My back still hurts and I'm using that as an excuse to not draw. Suck it.

Go vote!