The worst is over

Year end safety meeting yesterday. The chairman sent us a memo, telling us to drive our company vehicles home and take a taxi to the meeting. Sweet. The "meeting" lasted about 10 minutes, followed by free alcohol and appetizers. This went from 2:00 until 7:30. A group of us then made the trek across the mall parking lot from the "meeting" to a lounge. Drinks were then continued. So 11:00 rolls around, with everybody absolutely smashed, and guess who wins a Bubba keg? Yours truly. So did you call it a night like an intelligent person would and go home with your keg? No, no I didn't. The keg was tapped there in the bar, and we drank for free for a while. No glasses though, straight out of the keg will be fine. Good idea when you're pissed out of your tree. The story doesn't end there though. 12:30 comes around, we're out of beer, too drunk to function, and going home. One guy starts to walk out the door, stops, and come back to ask us a question. The dude forgot where he lived!!! We had to tell the cabbie where to take him. Yeah, he didn't show up for work today. Good times make for a nasty next day. Ouch.

Today on the radio, "Bed Of Roses" by good old Jon Bon Jovi came on. It took me back to a place when kids my age were just beginning to come into our own, grade 7. I remember it, "November Rain", or "Everything I Do (I Do It For You) were always the slow songs at the end of the dances. What a great time. Other songs of the time included The Pretenders - I Would Walk 500 Miles, and Right Said Fred - I'm Too Sexy. Another one I thought of that made me laugh was Kriss Kross - Jump. Remember these guys? They were the 10? year old brothers that wore everything, including their baggy-ass jeans, backwards. "Kriss Kross will make you.....jump, jump...uh huh, uh huh". Oh the memories.

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You know it's been a rough night when....
The NEXT MORNING, you get into your apartment building and try to get into your suite, when you find the key won't fit. You get all pissed off, and start jiggling the handle and jamming the key in, but to no avail. You then look up, and realize that somebody has "changed" the number on your door from 304 to 305. You wonder why somebody would do this, and it makes you even angrier. Then, as if the circuit to your brain suddenly gets electricity again, you realize you came in on the opposite side of the building, and your apartment is across the hall from where you are now. SHIT. At least no one was home in 305.

Another one to add to the records:

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Message:
I have seen some garbage in my day but this blog site of yours seems to be the
top of the list. From your dumb ass links and blogs I can only assume you are
trying very hard to cover up that "I want to come out the closet" thought that
creeps in to your head on a daily basis. Better think of something else because
I'm not fooled.


Haha. Thanks whoever sent this, I needed a good laugh. This feedback gear I have is sweet...all negative comments, all the time.

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Boy, I sure wish ALLISON HEINRICHS would read my blog, then I could be in her links. What a jerk!

Apparently I'm highly "obsessive compulsive" and have a moderate "schizotypal personality". I swear I don't seek isolation from others. Although, I can tell what you're thinking right now. Muhahaha.

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Had one of the most tiring days on record yesterday. After only getting about 10 hours of sleep the entire weekend, I had hockey until 1:00am Sunday, Monday, and last night. Needless to say, I felt crappy. Someone actually used the word "peaked" to describe how I looked (it means "having a sickly appeareance"). Word of advice; in no way does telling a person they look "peaked" help them feel better. If anything, pay a sick/tired person a compliment. Tell them they have "nice pants" or you "like what they've done with their hair". Both are a very positive alternative, and will prevent someone from ranting about you on their blog.

Hey B-Dawg, I had the same problem with my damn web-stats. They only showed one or two visitors per day even when my counter went up by twenties. I had to download another one, and start from scratch. Shitty, but true.

346 miles/hour on the monkey spank game. Eat it B.

So last night, after being denied access to the rodeo cabaret at the Agribition, we went to Casino Regina. I personally have only been in a casino once in my life, and I couldn't stand it. The vibe I get when I walk through a casino door is horrible. I'm sure I saw every piece of scum on the face of the earth in there. What a waste of a night. Although, I thoroughly enjoyed betting on the horse racing (they actually have little toy horses that run around). I didn't need that thirty dollars anyway.