It is currently sunny and in the 50s. I think I will turn on the heater. Also, Home Alone is the feature film today on one network. I don't think they get that it is a Christmas movie.
I'm currently at Niagara Falls on the American side. And I will be for the next two days. My girlfriend doesn't have a passport, so we can't cross over. Outside of the maid of the mist and other tourist shit. Is there anything awesome over here I should do?
It would be pouring on the day when I'm a) Getting my hair did at a fancy salon b) Driving for the first time in the city and absolutely terrified about it.
If you like pizza and wings, go here. Let me give fair warning though... the decor will make you feel like you're in a grandmothers basement. And the only thing I've ever tried is the pizza and the wings - which are awesome. Otherwise, I have no idea. I only spend time on the American side of The Falls to shop.
Tell me, is she the sporting type? Last night I did a little wine research. Chateau Petrus goes for $1500 a bottle. There's a 1982 bottle at auction for $55,000. I've decided I need to become a vintner. Anybody ever plonk down money for a boutique wine, or anything that doesn't have a screw top? I wonder if it's as bad as $100 beers like Sam Adams Utopia. Most of them are overproofed piles of shit. Except Brewdog's End of History Ale encased in a dead squirrel: That's just f'n boss.
Rain is no longer in the forecast and that 88 is the high for the day. Was 66 when I left the house at 7:30 this morning and it's only 70 right now. God, it feels great outside. Windy, but cool and dry. I'm gonna watch me some college ball on the patio this afternoon after cutting the lawn and going to buy something to grill. Way too nice of a Saturday to spend time indoors. And I'm sick of looking at the mess that is our house. They can't start the restoration soon enough. And I had a drinking dream last night. I've learned over the past few years that for me, drinking dreams serve two purposes: a) a reminder that I'm still an alcoholic, and b) they're brought on by stress and I need to relax and chill out more in my conscious state.
Other than Hooker's suggestion, which takes care of lunch and/or dinner, the answer is no. There is fuck all to do at Niagara Falls that can't be done in a day. And Buffalo is a boringly shitty as it gets. Sure, Detroit, East St. Louis, Camden or parts of New Orleans look and smell worse, and are more liable to get you killed. But Buffalo? Jesus, what a waste of time and space that city is.
Hell no. I once went over one of those 'thumbnails-that-shows-different-stills-of-the-scene' with my mouse, and while I only saw stills of a heavily pregnant woman getting tag-teamed by two guys, it horrified me to my core. Finding out your mom did porn is one thing, finding out she did a threesome at which you were present, is a whole different kind of mindfuck. No thanks, just give me some old fashioned vanilla two-dicks-in-one-ass, bukkake party, facefucking, rough S&M porn. I like to keep my masturbation material decent.
Anyone get the license plate of the truck that ran me over last night? I'm sure a truck ran me over last night, I don't see any tire marks, or have any broken bones, but there is no other way I feel like this...
Sometimes I think manicures and pedicures are almost as awesome as orgasms. I have an end-of-summer keg party to attend tonight, and I'm really hoping this weather keeps up. The rain seems to have blown over for now.
Big +1 there. Fortunately, my normal wake up time is closer to 7:00 or 7:15, but it doesn't matter when I go to sleep, I can't sleep later. I don't understand how anyone can wake up early for work one day, and at noon the next. Drinking has no effect on that equation, either. I can drink myself into full-asshole mode and will still be awake before 8:00. Also, anyone that lives in Philly knows to avoid Old City on First Friday, and every other Friday to boot. Boom. Although I do wonder where you tend bar every time you bring up our city. I'll have to put on my best striped shirt and come be an asshole one weekend night if I ever figure it out.
Fuck everything. I'm covering for a guy who's at a soccer game. Emergency pager goes off. Server goes down. I now can't go to a party. It's shit like this that makes me want to quit my job and do something else.
Stardate, September 8, 2012. Captain's Log. Will sort and put coins in proper places in coin album. Stop. Will put coins I'm not keeping in proper tubes with proper identification. Stop. Will play poker for play money. Stop. Will avoid serious fun. Stop. Wife will shake head. Stop. Will brain Spock with giant shovel. Repeatedly. Captain out.
I went to bed last night feeling fine. I woke up today and my left ankle feels like I severely sprained it and hurting like a bitch. I can hardly put any pressure on it and I didn't even do anything to it. Is this what getting old is like? Can barely walk and have my ankle wrapped. What the fuck is this.
This place always dies on Saturday night. You fucking homos too good to stay at home and drink alone using your own tears as lubricant? Fags.