My birthday, and day 2 of the Nopey & Action Birthday Extravaganza Week. Wizard's Staff at Che's. In the photograph above, you may observe our grand instruments of magical compulsion. (The wizard with the longest staff gets to tell everyone else what to do.) While I was slightly disappointed that I was the only one who dressed according to the highest level of theme, at least several people showed up in theme-1 bandanas.There was muc
h wizard naming (i.e. Thuggothreenut, Rockoccolicious, Doc Cockulus, Carbonaut, etc.) and other assorted waving about of our glorious PBR constructs. I spent some time as the grand-master wizard, and thus was able to successfully deflect the nefarious wizard Felchencracken (at right) and his foul attempted namings.
Meanwhile the wizard Vomitus Inducius:
VI: hey [action], you want a shot?
me: uh... [pointing to my stack of 8 PBRs]
VI: all right, I'm buying you a shot!
Shortly afterward, Felchencracken finished his ninth PBR and I became known as Santorus Slurpus (left). It's a rough life, alas.
Final count: level 10 wizard, along with 2 shots. I also saw St Vincent, but I honestly can't say if the show was good or not. (Blue [above], who remained sober, said it was all right but kinda weird; while nop.bot, a solidly drunk level 8 wizard, said it was the worst show he's ever seen). Then blue met susan (my paddle), we talked canoeing for an hour or two, and I forced her to leave with Moby Dick.
Wizard's Staff may be the greatest drinking game ever.
Song of the Day: Neil Young - Keep on Rockin' in the Free World
Nop.bot's birthday, and day 1 of the Nopey & Action Birthday Extravaganza Week. The saucy brute and the diamond hosted a barbecue, complete with always-delicious saucy brute cakes. My favorite gift was the bottle of wine and box of chocolate meant for nop.bot and I to share (at some future man-date, I suppose).
me: I feel a little like I'm being taken advantage of, I mean, being drunk...
ginny: well, doesn't that come with the territory?
later:
me: hey, how do we figure out [an embarrassing personal attribute of a person not to be named]?
ginny: what!?! why do you want to know that!
me: umm... because we're awful people? there's sort of a bet, I mean, uh...
ginny: oh, I'm totally judging you. see this? I'm judging you now. this is my judging you look.
Song of the Day: CAKE - Open Book
I got this wedding invitation in the mail today. Not only was it personal and hand-written, but the bride-to-be also included a drawing of our favorite childhood animal. Best wedding invitation ever.
It was, however, a mistake to tell this to all the other bride-to-be's I know that are getting married soon.
Song of the Day: Elliott Brood - Riding in Time
I'm almost finished putting together my satchel-bag. What remains: the shoulder strap, the buckles (for which I'm using biners), some hemming... and a big fun patch for the flap. Above is basically what I want the patch to be. Problem is, I can't find such a patch anywhere I've looked. (If you know where to find it, let me know.) So I think I'll have to make it myself. Saucy brute took me shopping at a fabric store, and I think I've managed to get most of the required materials. And I think I'll get #1 to draw the template onto the fabric.
Now I just need to learn how to do the actual embroidery.
Song of the Day: Bouncing Souls - Kate is Great
Welcome to the 2nd post of its name, dedicated to the glories of the bike gang.
Oh oh! sweet bike gang: I love thee like PBR
Whilst your glory, I cry out
in thunder and wet-brake squelch.
Men both machined and firearm-ed
Stagnate helpless afore our might
While you and I, bike gang...
hand-in-handlebar...
Ride on through the night.
I didn't take any pictures, because I was too drunk. So while looking for something suitable, I found the above map to my old house. I don't live there anymore, so following it won't get you anywhere. It doesn't have much to do with the bike gang, really, save that the marked underpass is currently under construction and caused a couple of detours.
For more on the sweet, sweet glories of the bike gang, see here.
When you're so drunk you can't even focus with that random attractive girl who's trying to make conversation / get you to dance, even while she completely blows off your friend... you know it's a good night.
Song of the Day: Ted Leo & the Pharmacists - Me & Mia
I took all my puppy-raising books back to the library yesterday. I just don't think I can handle the drastic lifestyle change on my own. So to the the only close friend in the past few years who has actively encouraged my getting a puppy... not today, and probably not for a few more months, at least. Sorry. To everybody else... okay, maybe you're right. For now.
Alas, it's a catch-22. While puppies = great way to meet women, I don't think I could handle caring for one while I live alone. Of course, some good roommates would work too.
Song of the Day: Billy Bragg & Wilco - At My Window Sad and Lonely
Richey deChico. Avid golfer, recreational boxer, and all-around sporting sort. Resides in north Jersey. Proprietor of deChico & Sons Moving Company. Alleged ties to racketeering and organized crime, but no arrests or convictions.
Song of the Day: Ben Kweller - The Rules
h wizard naming (i.e. Thuggothreenut, Rockoccolicious, Doc Cockulus, Carbonaut, etc.) and other assorted waving about of our glorious PBR constructs. I spent some time as the grand-master wizard, and thus was able to successfully deflect the nefarious wizard Felchencracken (at right) and his foul attempted namings.
Shortly afterward, Felchencracken finished his ninth PBR and I became known as Santorus Slurpus (left). It's a rough life, alas.
