Happy Birthday Dear Irish

So, Saturday was Irish's birthday. Which you are aware of if you read her last post.I guess since she didn't give details of our incredibly busy day,then it's up to me. My Saturday started at 7:00 am with my alarm going off. I had to work from 9 until 1, then I went to meet Irish and her parents for lunch. After we gorged ourselves with enough food to keep us full for the rest of the day, we set out to move her stuff. No details other than we moved crap for 4 hours. Then, having made plans to go to Sloss Fright Furnace at 7, we flew back to her house for 5 minute showers and slapped on just enough makeup to make us look halfway decent. From there we drove to Matt's house to meet him and Angela before heading to Sloss. Unfortunately,as we got there, it began to rain pretty hard. So, here we are standing in the rain waiting to go in. Luckily the line moved really fast and we were in the gate in 5 minutes. That was the only thing moving fast. When we got there, they were calling letter X. We were letter O. They had to go all the way back through the alphabet to get to us. I think we were waiting about an hour and a half. So, they finally call our number and we were on our way. For the most part it was pretty cool. The monsters weren't giving it their all, though. I guess it may have had something to do with the fact that it was pouring down rain all the way through the maze. It took us 30 minutes to get through the whole thing and I was more concerned with the fact that any moment I could slip on wet metal and bust my ass than with the monsters jumping out at me. Plus, the only one that really jumped at me had breath that could have stripped paint off a wall. Anyway, Irish seemed to have a good time and that's all that matters, since it was her birthday. I guess any normal person would have called it an evening from there, since we were dripping wet and our shoes squished whenever we took a step, but not us. Nope! We were off to get drunk. We went to The Plaza where we ran into Monkfisher. I think it had been a year since the last time I saw him. He hasn't changed a bit. Anyhoo, we played several games of pool and Irish got her drunk on. From there we headed to Baileys and I looked for hot guys to stare at from a distance. After about 10 minutes Irish looked as though she was going to pass out and fall off of her stool, so we called it an evening and headed home.So, that was Irish's 28th birthday. We got wet, drunk and some of us a bit gassy. You know who you are! A word to the wise, don't ever hang out with Irish after she eats a Philly cheesesteak.

Farewell Charlie

Well, the post that never ends finally got bumped to the archives thanks to this post.Goodbye old friend, you will be missed. So, I went to see "Shaun of the Dead" last night. I have to admit that at first I thought this movie was going to be the biggest waste of money. Then I thought, "What do I care I'm not paying for it!". So I went anyway. It was actually a really funny movie. I am a sucker for a good British comedy, and this one was pretty good. In case you have no idea what I'm talking about I'll break it down for ya. "Night of the Living Dead" meets "The Young Ones". Enough said.

Technological Disaster

I like technology as much as the next person, but some of this crap is getting out of hand. I was driving home last night after work in a huge lump of traffic, when this minivan cuts in front of me. Luckily, I wasn't going very fast because there was a car on the side of the road and everyone had to stop and rubberneck for 10 minutes before driving on. Anyway, this minivan with soccer stickers on the back with "Little Josh's" name and cheerleading stickers with "Little Buffy" or some shit just cuts right in front of me. As if that wasn't bad enough, they had a television in the visor. Now for people with kids this is a great idea. It keeps them occupied long enough to get where they are going, but to other drivers...kinda distracting. Now don't get me wrong, I love a good episode of Andy Griffith, I mean who doesn't enjoy the antics of Barney Fife? Just not going 75 down the interstate. I find myself staring at the TV, getting closer and closer to this woman's bumper, totally oblivious to the fact that I am inches from shoving the front end of my car straight up her tailpipe. I know what you're thinking, I should have just ignored the TV and concentrated on driving. How can I concentrate when Barney is about to put his only bullet in his gun? I mean, that's when you know he means business.

Blah!

I'm feeling a bit under the weather today, so no new post. Talk amongst yourselves. Here's a topic...chicken fights. Discuss.

Welcome to Drama 101

All my life I have found some sort of drama to get tangled up in. There was always the "who's cheating on who" or "oh no she didn't!". Lately I have found myself very drama free. I have been single for a few months and I only get to go out every other weekend. My close circle of friends have slowly grown apart and I find myself bored with everyday things. Back in the day when the gang all hung out at the clubs and threw kick ass parties,there was always quite a few issues. Although we were as close as friends could be and would do anything for each other, even the best of friends can have there spats. We had our share of drama. I think that may be one of the factors in the group's demise. Well, that and the fact that at one point we all have dated someone from the group leaving a nasty wave of breakups in our paths. Plus, most of the group is now married with kids or divorced with kids. So, that doesn't leave much time for partying anymore. The only person I still see on a regular bases is Irish. We are both divorced and both have kids. I think that keeps us so close. Our lives are very similar. Anyway, all that is leading up to this. I have been without drama...until now. Here is my dilemma. I love Irish like a sister and I love my brother, well like a brother. They are both very special to me and I would die if anything ever came between us. But they dated a few years ago and it ended very badly. I don't know the whole story of what happened and honestly I don't want to. It happened, it's over and I'm over it. As Irish told me there is always 3 sides to a story. His side, her side, and the truth. I am just throwing this out there because I know they will both read this. Neither one of them have asked me to take sides and I thank them both. I love them both and would do anything for either one of them,just not that. I have been living a drama free life lately and I do not wish to get back into the old routine. Everyone has made bad decisions in there lives, whether it be dating the wrong person or breaking up with the wrong person. We learn from our mistakes and we try to make better decisions in the future. I know neither one of them will wave the white flag, so I want to wave it for them. Let go of the past and move on. It doesn't matter who dumped who or for what reason. The damage has been done and the best thing to do is to stay away from each other.

Trivia Monster

Tuesday night I went with Irish to one of the local On Tap locations to see Ben. He was there with his friend for their weekly game of Team Trivia. I have never been very good at trivia, to be honest I suck at it. When I was 9 or 10 I was playing trivia with my brother, my grandmother, and my aunt. When it came to my turn I was so excited to read the next question. To test the knowledge of my family members and to revel in the fact that I knew the answer before they did. Of course I was looking at the answer, but at 9 that doesn't matter. So, my question was as follows: "Where is a cow's sweat glands?" Unfortunately, I was a little too excited and apparently not very good at reading because my question turned into "Where are a cow's sweet glands?" Notice that was SWEET not SWEAT. My loving family nearly knocked each other down to jump on that. They were all laughing hysterically at my screw up. Eighteen years later they still bring that up whenever anyone mentions trivia or cows or me being a dumbass.Over100 hours of therapy and thousands of dollars later and I still can't play Trivial Pursuit. Anyhoo, we watched Ben and John test their knowledge of History while we knocked back a couple of tasty adult beverages. Then we went to John's apartment and hung out way later than I had planned. Plus, I told Irish if she would go with me, we wouldn't stay out long. But, at this point I don't think she cared where she was. So that was our night. A game of Trauma...I mean Trivia, a few beers, and not enough sleep. All in all a pretty good night.