Weekend Rodeo Roundup

Birthday Edition!


Wildly delicious Root Beer cupcakes provided by Ashley, MVP of Birthday Boom.

Friday was my 28th birthday. We partied. I had a blast, and was so glad so many people could make it out and have a good time in honor, celebration and devotion to me. Thanks homeys.

I was glad people could get so drunk just because it was my birthday. Too bad no one puked/fought/cried.

Got some excellent presents:

This incredible Camel ad featuring baseball players talking about how MILD camels SMOKE. It's awesome

A completely bizarre/awesome version of Notes from Underground
that included The Gambler in the back of the book upside down. It's hard to explain. But awesome.

Star Wars Mad Libs.

A new baseball glove.

AND MANY MORE!

All in all, it was a good birthday. Thank you to those who made it that way.

Here is a playlist (!) that is a representative sample of the songs I chose with the twenty dollar bill I put in the jukebox that night. ENJOY THE PLAYLIST!

Saint Craptrick's Day

Wow. Last night got a little weird.

It was pretty tame at the bar, I was kind of expecting things to be a little more...festive.

It was the two year anniversary of me realizing one of my life-long dreams of getting to throw a scumbag through a window. Remembered fondly.

While it was less than ideal, it sure did bring some crazy weirdo lames out of the woodwork.

Let me give you the dossier on my (least) favorite:
Dude
Black weird curly hair
One large black earring
Johnny Cash shirt
Confusing jeans
Timberlands
Very ugly and oddly placed forearm tattoo
Overheard quotes:

"Man, chicks are SO DECEIVING!"
"Yeah man, that's right, FUCK college. Makes you stupid. Schools make you IGNORANT!"
"Yeah man, I have like booze back at the place, any thing you bring would be chaaaaasers. Rock and roll, man. Rock and roll"

So that was my night.

Also BASKETBALL, SPRING TIME, birthday planning (not actually happening), car shopping (not so much either)

Got my first birthday gift yesterday (from myself) - a new baseball glove! I was way too excited about this. It's rubber banded right now. I can smell it.

I have included a picture of Evel Knievel because he is my hero and I want an Evel tattoo.

Holler.

Down Time

Everyday miracles, angels in America, Jewish holidays; listen up:

I have yet to replace a single light bulb in my apartment in the 20 months I've lived here. SO REAL. Magical.

Also, SHAMROCK SHAKES.

Yesterday, I got money deposited into my account from my insurance company. A mere 43 days after my car was totaled. Phew, life in the digital age moves at a break neck pace.

I still have no clue what car I want. Nor have I figured out if I am going to go cheap and buy a car with the money I got flat out, or bite the bullet and use it as a down payment and slog through another 48 months of monthly payments. Both ideas kinda blow if you ask me. HOW ABOUT YOU JUST GIVE ME A CAR. Then I can use the money for tattoos and hats and shoes and credit card bills. HOORAY. And shamrock shakes.

My birthday is 10 days away and I have no plans. Get the surprise party plans on point, yo.

What should I ask for for my birthday? Houseboat? Good idea.