Wednesday, November 30, 2005

They taste like munching on a stick of incense.

I like beer. When I think of beer, the old Benjamin Franklin saying:
"Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy."
- Benjamin Franklin

As much as this might make you want to cringe, when I'm drinking cheap domestic stuff, I opt for Coors Light. Given the choice of other domestic stuff, Coors Light is my choice 95% of the time.

Tonight, as usual, I don't have a surplus of money. I finished off my three tall boys of Coors Light. That left me with a choice. 1. Go spend money I don't have on beer. 2. Quit drinking. 3. Continue drinking.

As one might imagine, I chose number three. The only problem with this is that my selection of beers sans Coors Light is quite limited. I have a really old (think summer) Guinness that is way past it's expiration. I also have a three Sierra Nevada Pale Ales. N's brother brought these when he came for a football game earlier in the fall.

I have a severe distates for IPA's. To me, they taste like munching on a stick of incense. Faced with the choice of running to Kroger or drinking an aged Guiness or a nasty IPA, can you guess what I chose?

Damn straight. I chose the IPA. It was wretched. I could only down it in quick bursts of long guzzles. I was only really drinking it for the alcahol content. Certainly not the taste.

I finished one. Now, I'm at home thinking, nasty beer vs. driving to the store for more decent beer vs. going to bed half buzzed.

Lifes's decisions.....

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Discovering Cash.

I've been a fan of Joaquin Phoenix for a while. He was good in Gladiator. But in Signs was when I really decided that he was a great actor. When I was in New York, The Producer went to the Premier of Walk the Line. I asked her to say hi to Reece for me. I don't know if she actually did. I doubt it. She said the movie was enjoyable.

I've been wanting to see it for a while now. I remember seeing a teaser trailer a few months back and my interest was piqued. Thinking more about it, I have always heard what a great singer Johnny Cash was but have never really listened to him much. I decided to get my download on and aquire some.

For the last week, I've been discovering Cash. He's actually damn good. It's not really my type of music, but if I'm in the right mood, it's perfect. I'm really digging it. Here is how I've rank ordered the songs that I have:
  • Hurt
  • I Walk The Line
  • Ring Of Fire
  • A Boy Named Sue (Live)
  • I've Been Everywhere
  • Folsom Prison Blues
  • Get Rhythm
  • Sunday Morning Coming Down
  • Man In Black
  • One Piece At A Time
  • The Man Comes Around
  • Cry! Cry! Cry!
  • Hey Porter
  • Big River
  • Jackson Highwayman
  • Rustys Cage
  • Give My Love To Rose
  • Guess Things Happen That Way
  • The Wanderer
  • Delia's Gone
If you aren't familiar with Mr. Cash, I suggest you make yourself that way, You'll thank me later.

Monday, November 28, 2005

School is a cocoon.

Thanksgiving was good. The week long break was good. I have no complaints other than the fact that it was indeed not long enough.

I returned to campus this morning in state which can me most accurately called depressed. You see, I've been haunting this campus for nine consecutive semesters now. I love school. I love walking around campus. I like going to the majority of my classes. Nowadays, when I do skip, it's usually for a ligitimate reason.

I've got less than a week and a half left to remain here a student and that makes me sad/nervous. I don't want to get a job. I don't to work fifty hours a week. It's not that I'm lazy, please don't confuse it with that. I'm a hard worker, I'd just rather do it at school.

The next two weeks are crazy. I have so much stuff to do and it all leads up to G Day. The 16th. The events of the next two weeks will play a dramatic role in where my life goes for the next five years. The decisions that I make will lay the foundation for my entire career. That fucking scares me.

I've had a job offer. Thank goodness. When I travel to New York next Tuesday, by Wednesday afternoon, I'll know if I have a second. Then, it's just time to buckle down and decide. Where do I go from here? Which path do I take? Will I succeed?

I think that's the one thing that scares me the most. School is a cocoon. A shelter from the outside 'real world'. Sometimes, I don't have the confidence that I will actually succeed in the real world on my own. That's based on a lot. I don't know if the fear is rational or unfounded, but I can tell you that it is very real. I think that's what's holding me back, what is making this time so difficult and challenging.

The waves of change are crashing down. I just hope this little boat I'm on can weather the storm.

Friday, November 25, 2005

Unfortunately, now is my time.

Thanksgiving has come and gone. It was a nice one. We made it up to visit N's brother with no problems. Thursday was spent cooking and doing things around the house. My contribution to the feast was a macaroni pie. It was only the second time I'd made it and it turned out much better this time than the first. Dinner on Thursday was pretty good, but I do have to admit that I missed my family a bit. I missed my sisters deviled eggs and green beans and some of the traditional things we have as a family.

We are headed back to Auburn tomorrow. I'm excited to be going back to my apartment, my beagle and my bed. I'm not excited about going back to school though. Each day of classes brings me closer and closer to the last day. I'm really starting to wish I wasn't graduating. It's not that I'm not ready to enter the 'real working world' more that I just would rather spend my days as a student. Oh well, we all have to grow up sometime, unfortunately, now is my time.

One of the more pleasureable activities that I've been able to take part in here with N's brother and sister in law is the use of his telescope. Two of the nights have been clear and cold. Pretty much ideal weather for astronomy and the spotting of Deep Space Objects. Besides looking at the more mundane things, we got to see some Nebula an a few interesting clusters. Here is some of wha we saw:


The Owl Cluster.


The Orion Nebula.


The Dumbell Nebula (M27)

In addition to all that great, nerdy stuff, we went to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. It was actually my second time seeing it. I had a date on Tuesday and that's what we went to see. It was good, and I recommend it to anyone who has seen the other movies. I saw a new trailer for Narnia, a movie which I have high expectations for and home it can come through.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Firewater burns.

Last weekend, very much like the weekend before it, was most excellent. Unfortuntely, sister had to bail on us at the last minute. Not only was I pretty disappointed, but J2 was as well. There was some confusion on Friday, at first, it seeemed that J2 might not be allowed off the boat until five or six that evening, but things worked out and he arrived shortly after seven. We went and hung out with Drunk Bill for a while.

Our old friend Drunk Bill is a good guy, he just spends most of his days drunk. Friday was no exeption. As he told it, he got out of class at one and by two he was on the couch with six Tall Boys. It wasn't long before they were gone. By the time we arrived at Drunk Bill's it was eight thirty or so and he was living up to his name. We finished the night pretty early.

I got up on Saturday and put in twelve miles with my running folks. It was thirty degrees when I left the house at five thirty and thirty four when I returned at seven forty five. I roused J2 and got him going.

By ten, we headed to campus and met up with my friend. I saw an old picture of him in his apartment. The picture showed him before he got his hair cut and removed all his piercings. He looked like a Beatnik. It should be noted that he no longer looks this way, but it's funny so that's going to be his name from now on.

The Beatnik was kind enough to invite us to his tailgate. His tailgate was actually his friends parents tailgate but J2 and I were accepted as one of the bunch in no time. They were actually really welcoming and nice people. They even were fairly kind to J2 considering he was adorned in the colors of the enemy.

This particular tailgate has a special tradition. At the end of the season, the last home game, the patriarch of the operation brings some special 'white whisky' to the affair. I was intrigued once I figured it wasn't water.

A few of the regulars were taking shots when I was invited to join in. Not wanting to be rude, and wanting to satisfy my own curiosity, I agreed. I was poured a shot. It turned out to be quite a large shot too. I didn't say 'when' quick enough. I was instructed to shoot it back. 'This drink is not for sipping it's for shootin,' I was told. After a few whiffs to gather the not so subtle aromas, I was ready. With only a slight hesitation, I tipped it back.

As I suspected from the get go, the shot was a little more than my mouth could handle. I got some splashage around my lips and let me tell you, firewater burns. It was a very strange sensation going down. I'm not that much of a liquor drinker, but I've shot my share of Vodka in the past. It was nothing like it. J2 has shot Everclear with Drunk Bill in the past and he said it was even nothing like it either. It was actually quite good. The flavor was nice and it warmed my insides as it slid down my throat into my stomach. I got a very distinct and pleasureable warming sensation in my innards.


We went to the game after spending a while at the tailgate. The game was amazing. Probably one of the best I've ever been to here on the Plains. J2 wasn't too pleased, but what can you do?

After the game, we headed back to the tailgate and its copious amounts of free food and beer. We stood around the propane heaters warming ourselves as we discussed football and other important matters.

Sunday, we got up and had a lazy morning. Roughly midday, we made our ritual hangover relieving trip to Subway. After footlongs were history, J2 hit the road.

With our new friends at the tailgate providing all manner of food and drinks, we ended up only spending about thirteen dollars each. What a victory.

It was another great weekend.

Friday, November 18, 2005

Biggest weekend of the year.

Last night worked out. We didn't play the Carribeans. Turns out we didn't even need roommate, the bitch. We Mercy Ruled them, going up 8-2 in the second half. I scored. A great ball was feed to be behind the defense. The keeper stayed on his line, giving me a heck of an angle. Knowing I had a pretty much for sure goal, I concentrated on staying calm, having a good touch, and putting the ball on the ground in the corner. Goal.

This weekend is shaping up to be almost as good as last. J2 is on his way up from Florida as I type. I'm not going to get wasted tonight because I want to run in the morning. We have 12 miles scheduled. Tomorrow though is a different story. Biggest weekend of the year. The eyes of the entire state/region/nation are on the Plains. Tomorrow at this time there will be 87,415 in the stadium and probably another 30,000 without tickets. Last home game as a student and I get to spend it with my best friend on a chilly Novemeber afternoon. Not much is better than this. Except an Auburn win, which I'm confident of.

A full update on all the weekends debachery, complete with photographic evidence can be expected late Sunday or on Monday evening. I have a business trip to Atlanta Monday but after that, it's holiday week, woot!

I forgot to mention a few posts ago, but one of the many reasons that J2 is a badass and why you want to remain on the mans goodside is that he can put a 2000 pound missle through your window from 500 miles plus. Even though he flunked out of college, he commands 30+ million in high tech munitions. God Bless America.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Fuck Ludacris.

I hate unreliable people. My roommate is one of them sometimes. Tonight is Thusday and any regulars will know what that means, intramural soccer night. Last week we didn't have a good turnout. Last week we had a pivitol player go down in the first ten minutes do to injury. Last week, I couldn't get a shot on goal. Last week sucked. Last week we lost.

This week, we are playing the Carribean team. Every week that I've seen them play, they have been dominant. If we lose this game, I doubt we will make the playoffs. We need to show up and play a heck of a match tonight in order to win. I'm ready. I don't know if I'll contribute enough, but I'm going to play my heart out.

Ludacris is in town tonight. Our University Program Council has payed him $80,000 to come play one night. That's tonight. It's free for students. My roommate is ditching soccer to go to this show. I'm pissed. I know it's just intramurals and all, but when you make a commitment to do something, you don't just flake out to go do something else you might want to do. That's my stance.

Fuck Ludacris. For Eighty Thousand Dollars, I could have gotten 5 or more bands to come play. It's fucking ludicrous if you ask me.

Apparently, he feels different about things. Also, this morning while I was making my instant grits for breakfast, he came out of his room with yet another girl. I think this makes the eighth girl that he's shagged since July. Manwhore.

Can you tell I'm in a bad mood?

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

The suprise was completely unexpected

I got up at two forty five am on Friday to fly to New York. After arriving at Newark Airport, I was whiscked by private car to a suburb in New Jersey for my interview at the North American headquarters of this multinational company. The day was pretty out of sync due to some urgent goings on in the office but I was out of there by three thirty. I actually killed it in my interview. I really brought my 'A' game with me. I knew leaving that they were impressed and I'd probably be invited back for a third and final interview.

I called the Producer to make plans to meet her outside of Penn Station. We were to meet on 33rd and Seventh. As I came out of the train station, I heard the Producer calling my name. After greetings and a hug, she said she had someone who wanted to talk to me. As we walked down the street, she called J2 spoke with him for a second, then handed me the phone. He told me they had him out painting the ship. I told him I'd call him back when we got off the street and away from the hustle and bustle. We continued to walk and then I felt an arm on my shoulder. I turn around to see J2 standing there. He and the producer had conspired to get him to New York just for the weekend. What a great suprise. I was actually pretty shocked.

I pride myself on usually getting the best of other people and pulling pretty good suprises on them but this time, I was completely duped and had no idea.

With my bags, it was not really feasible to try and go out and have a good time in Manhattan Friday night. We decided to grab a bite to eat and have a few drinks and then head out to Queens where the Producer lives. We took the subway out and got settled into her basement apartment. With not much to do and too little time to make a trip back to the city, we decided to hit up a pub near her place. J2 and I played pool and generally had a pretty good time.


Saturday morning we slept in and then headed for China town in search of our favorite hole in the wall resteraunt. After a minute we found it mostly due to the Producer remembering that there is a vacant lot across the street from it. We went in and ordered lunch even though it was only eleven fifteen. Lunch, as expected, was damn good and dirt cheap. Afterwards, we headed to Soho to search for the Apple store and do some other random shopping. We ended up in JCrew and they had some decent guys stuff deeply discounted. J2 decided to embrace his inner Metro self and get a pink shirt. Ok, it's not really pink, but it does have some pink in it. Way to go man, wel come to the club. It takes a real man to wear pink.

Saturday afternoon was spent on the couch watching football. We started out flipping between the end of Clemson vs. FSU and USC vs. Florida. Once the 'Bama game came on, it was all downhill. The Producer insisted on sitting on her part of the couch and wearing the same thing she had worn for the last nine weeks. J2 even put on his lucky 'Bama boxers. I cheered for Alabama mostly because I had to but I was sincere in my desire for them to win. Unfortunately, the weaknesses I knew they always had were exposed for the entire nation to see and they fell from the ranks of the unbeaten.

By the time my Tigers came on, we had been through many many beers. Thankfully unlike Alabama's offense, Auburn showed up to play. We won in thrilling fashion. At some point during the game, I got the hiccups and the Producer insisted that I drink water from the opposite side of the glass to remedy the situation. Below you will see another example of the abuse I take:


I think the hiccups were gone after this, so maybe J2 smacking me was the key, or maybe it was the water, who knows. After spilling the water, I managed to further spill two more things, an entire can of Dr. Pepper and a perfectly good Brew. Shame on me.

J2 decided he was going to go all Unabomber on us for a while. Here is the proof.

The weekend can pretty much be summed up in one word. Epic. Having the suprise was completely unexpected and pretty awesome. Even though I know the Producer and I would have had fun by ourselves I'm glad J2 was able to make it.

The last time we were in New York together was Thanksgiving of 2000. We've been through a lot as friends and it was good to have another experience we'll remember for a damn long time. Here is what we looked like back in the day, I think we've grown up a bit since then, wouldn't you agree?


I'll leave you with one last picture. The aftermath of a crazy weekend with good friends.

Monday, November 14, 2005

A swift shot in the stomach.

It is Monday evening and I'm still recovering from my trip to New York. Rather than drinking my sorrows away Friday night, we ended up drinking in celebration. I'm still not exactly caught up in the rest of life now to update, but I promise that there will be a significant post tomorrow. The weekend ended up being pretty epic.

That would be J2* and I in front of our favorite Chinese resteraunt in China town. This picture pretty much sums up the weekend. Chinese food, Auburn and Bama football and a swift shot in the stomach. More good stuff tomorrow...


*Let's keep J2's identity on the downlow though, besides being devilishly handsome, he is a Navy Boy and we'd hate to blow his cover too much.

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Stalefish


This is a stalefish.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

The Danes are pretty conservative


For my three to four regular readers, you might recall the post entitled, "Selling out to the (wo)Man." (If you've got the time, visit the link in the comments, it is quite interesting). Well, the time has finally come. Come Friday morning, I'll be boarding a plane bound for NYC and my interview at the North American headquarters of this giant shipping company. I'll be meeting with the recruiter and other person. I'm also going to have the opportunity sit down with my recruiters boss, a Danish woman. From what I've heard, the Danes are pretty conservative when it comes to fashion. This is the advice I've recieved so far, "Avoid wearing anything "risky", and believe I already suggested shaving (sorry, man....this is a sore point for me as well)."

Well, my two available dress shirts are Maroon and Pink. I think those might be considered risky. The plan as of now is for N and I to hit the mall tomorrow in search of a boring ass white shirt to please the conservative Dane.

The facial hair is another matter. I've had my beard for over two years now. It's become part of me. Many guys my age can't grow a full beard. I feel like it makes me stand out a bit. I like my beard even if it is an inanimate object that I have an irrational attachment to.

I really want this job at the shipping company. It will afford me some awesome opportunities to go abroad and see more of the world than I already have. I'm willing to shave my beard for a chance at the job. Hell, only twenty Americans will be hired this year and if shaving my beard means I can be one, I'll do it.

It took me a thirty six ounces of liquid courage before I was even willing to go to the bathroom and start the process. Once I got to it, it wasn't that bad, physically at least. Mentally it was tough to bring the clippers/razor to my face and trim. I finally did it though and now I feel wierd. Not exactly a new man but definitely different.

The great thing about hair is that it grows back. Especially if I don't get the job, it will only take me a few weeks to get back to my natural state. I actually considered this a fairly big deal. I'm coming to learn though that even when things are a big deal, you can't even count on your best friend. J2's response:
DJ Quickee: and i fucking care about this how
dhskicker: because it's a big fucking deal
dhskicker: thanks for the support bitch
DJ Quickee: no prob.

I just hope all this effort will be worth it. No matter really. Come Friday night, I'll be in downtown NYC with The Producer either drinking to remember the day I killed it in my interview or drinking to forget the day I bombed. If you are religous, now would be a good time to pray. Thank you for your support, it means a lot.

Monday, November 07, 2005

More things this week than I can probably physically handle.

Last week was hectic, this week is an absolute nightmare. We played soccer Thursday night and won six to zero. I really need to work on my finishing skills. I had several opportunities where I should have scored, we are talking open net chances but I blew them with my terrible one touch. Need to work on that if I get time.

On Friday, I ran up to Birmingham for an interview with a large bank. It went well, I'm hoping to get a call back for a third interview sometime this week but I'm not counting on anything until I get the phone call. While I was up there, I met up with the Creative Girl at her office. We headed out and grabbed some lunch. Let's just say the West Coast Pizza Kitchen is good. We shared a Jamiacan jerk/pepper chicken. It was pretty much awesome.

After lunch, she drove me around her neighborhood showing me the bar she works at on the weekends and her apartment. She lives in a neat little part of town that reminded me a lot of PDX. If I end up in Birmingham, I'm going to try to get a place in this part of town, it's that nice. It was really good getting to see her again, we get on so well and have lots of fun together. I did find out though that she has started seeing/dating a rockstar. That's kind of a bummer, I can't compete with that, seriously. Oh well.

Today, I have to run to Atlanta to pick N up. Tomorrow, I am going to Atlanta again for the day for an entire day interview at a big Logistics company. Wednesday, I have two tests. Thursday, I have a big test and soccer late that evening. On Friday, I need to leave my house about three am to get to Atlanta for an eight am flight to NYC. I've got an interview there on Friday that I'm damn nervous about. After the interview Friday, I'll be taking a train into the city to stay with J2's sister, the Producer. She's working at Comedy Central now so maybe I'll get to see the set of her show or something fun like that. Too bad she isn't working at MTV anymore, it would have been cool to go there.

So, that's it, more things this week than I can probably physically handle. I doubt I'll be able to blog again till next weekend. Hopefully not though.

Wish me luck, I'll need it.