Hmm...

Does it make you a bad person to honk your horn as you drive through a "Deaf Child" area?

Lord T & Eloise's "Million Dollar Boots"

Here's a video I took Friday night at the Lord T and Eloise show on my digital camera. In case you don't know Lord T and Eloise or Aristocrunk. This is it. You can also check them out on their MySpace page.

Saturday, Sunday, Wednesday Recap

Quick note for the weekend plans so I don't have to post again for a while: LORD T & ELOISE AT NEWBYS FRIDAY NIGHT!!! IT'S GOING TO BE BADASS. (or to be cliche'd, CRUNK)

So I know this is long overdue, but back off bitches. I don't have all the free time to just sit around anymore. And with the new job (which kicks ass) I have to be at work at 7 everyday so I can't really stay up late to post recaps of shit. But I'm doing it tonight just because I feel I need to.

So I don't remember what the hell I did Friday night. I think I swam and that's it. Let's just move onto Saturday. I was at Schnucks when I got a text from the Mabeline girls: "what better way to spend a cold rainy Saturday than drinking? we're at the blue monkey". I finished shopping and headed home to take a shower and change. I headed to the Blue Monkey in Midtown for a little afternoon inebriation. This was about an hour and half after they first contacted me (we got a ton of groceries). I walked in and they were gone. About that time Shannon the FD called me. Apparently he had just finished a defensive driving class and wanted to go get a drink at Celtic Crossing (note this was at 3PM). After maybe 20 minutes, Mendi walked in with a friend from Nashvegas. I really wish my camera at that point because Mendi was wearing what she called "Han Solo boots." The only difference between them and her normal Hooker Boots is the heel. I don't get it. We had a drink with them and Mendi's buddy Will. It was at this stage of the day that someone (who will remain nameless) said "He's got some vag down there waiting on him."

After a while Shannon and I headed down to Silky's to meet up with the Mabeline girls (who had finally texted me to let me know they went downtown). We walked in and had a few beers with them. Again I wish I had my camera because it turns out that women in the fashion industry go drinking in sweats. Wait, didn't they ask me not to tell anyone that?

We stayed until about 6. I headed home to get some grub. I had been invited to attend a fundraiser with the Ptolemy royalty that night. It was the black tie/tennis shoes skit party. I wasn't going to go until I found out that it was open bar AND was in Germantown near my house. Sounded like one hell of an idea. I ate a little chinese to sober up. Then I had my first Red Bull & Vodka. The brother and I piled into his car and head up there. About the time we pulled up, I got a phone call from the Shady Lady V who was a main character in the skit. She told me that I too was going to be a part of the skit. Not just any part, but I had the role of the narator. This was about 8 or 9 when we got there. I had been drinking since three with only an hour pause. I told her this and stressed the fact that if they put a microphone in my hand, I'd be more than able to say any damn thing I wanted. And yet they still let me go through with it. So I had a few vodka tonics and waited on my turn to use the microphone. Unfortunately they had a script for me to read. They had a skit loosely based on Monty Python & the Search for the Holy Grail. It was funny none of the actors used a mic and the crowd wouldn't shut the hell up. But I used my best british accent and didn't screw up. Unfortunately I didn't do anything stupid either.

After a few more skits were over, the judges got together and chose the best two while the band played (band = The Plaintiffs; they were great). For some reason some of the judges were rappers or something...I think. The only one I knew for sure was Lord T of Lord T & Eloise who (SHAMELESS PLUG!) are playing at Newby's this Friday night. Here's a pic with Lord T from Saturday night.Lord T actually was a few years older than me in high school. Funny side note, one of my 8th grade teachers was busted for pot and coke last weekend. Even funnier part was, he never seemed like a big drug kinda guy. He was more of the redneck teacher from Arkansas.

Anyhoo, after the head judge finally stopped delaying the decision, the band cranked back up and everyone danced. Some of my friends got on stage. Including Queen Valet.

I tried to get several pics. Unfortunately none of them were actually worth using. Yeah they were unflattering, but not the funny kind of unflattering. So I didn't use them. But I do think that's a great pic of Ptolemy's Queen dancing.

After the dancing finally stopped, the Ptolemy group argued amongst ourselves as we tried to decide where to go next. We finally decided on (surprise) the Brookhaven Pub. The brother wanted to make a detour home first. As soon as we got there, he said his head was spinning and was going to call it a night. I was not so smart. I grabbed another Red Bull and headed to B'haven. I'd tell you who all were there, but I never took a pic and was pretty damn drunk. I know the following were definitely were there: Kat, Duchess Christie, WR, Shady Lady V, and A McCleavage. There were another 4-5 folks but I can't remember exactly all of them. Christie took pics, but I still haven't seen them. She got a great pic of A McCleavage which justified my comment (more on the comment later).

There was a great country band playing too. Not radio country, but more outlaw country (Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, Robert Earl Keen). Someone told me their name, but I can't remember it. I decided to head back home at 2. I stopped at McDonald's to get two cheeseburgers, but the bastards wouldn't take my order. They stood at the window and looked at me while I sat at the intercom. The lights and the order screen were on. The place was still lit. If you're going to close, please turn off some of the outside lights.

I was so pissed I couldn't get any late night grub, I decided to stop at Doc Watson's for another beer. I walked in and got a beer. There weren't many people there because it was about 2:15. There was this one guy at the end of the bar. I made a comment about the bridal party in the corner of the bar who were so collectively drunk that they couldn't throw a bottle and hit the ground. We started telling very inappropriate jokes. I'd tell one then he'd tell one. Then he told this really awful Jewish joke. It was so bad that I was a little embarassed. But he validated it by saying "it's ok, I'm Jewish. So I can tell it." So I told an Episcopalian joke:

Satan is giving this new soul a tour of hell. They come to a giant pit full of people writhing in agony. The soul asks "Satan, who are they?"

Satan says "These are Catholics who ate meat on Fridays during Lent."

They walk a little further until they come across a pit even bigger than the previous one. The soul asks "Satan, who are they?"

Satan says "These are Baptists who drank and danced."

They walk further and come across a bigger pit that's so vast the other side wasn't visible. The soul asks "Satan, who are they?"

Satan says "These are Episcopalians who used the wrong salad fork."

I know that's pretty tame, but that's where we started. It went well downhill from there. I closed down the bar after several rounds of wonderful, tasteless jokes and headed home at 3. So I had a nice Saturday marathon of partying: 3 in the afternoon until 3 in the morning. Needless to say Sunday I woke up with one hell of a hangover. But I knew I had to fight through it and head to the Ptolemy Poker Run downtown with the brother.

After we got down there, I grabbed a bloody mary before we signed in. It was really good, but TJ Mulligans puts this red salt stuff on the rim of the glass. If you don't use a straw, it gets all over your face. When we signed in, I ran into A McCleavage who told me of the comment I made the night before at Brookhaven. Supposedly I told her to put her cleavage away. I really wish I had the pic that Christie took of the table because you'd see what I'm talking about. There's cleavage and then there's CLEAVAGE.

I kept trying nurse my hangover while we waited for the Poker Run to actually start. For those of you who don't know how it works, pay attention:

At the starting point (TJ Mulligans) you are given a clue for the first location (read: BAR). Then you head there get a card in an envelope and a clue for the second location. You do this 5 times until you get 5 envelopes and can head back to the starting point. Of course you drink at each stop.

In previous years they had always used bars along/near Beale St that I'd been to before. This year there were bars I'd never been to: Sauces on Main, BB Kings on Beale, and the Majestic on Main. I really like Sauces (they have great mojitos). I'll definitely head there next time I'm downtown. I was impressed with BB Kings. It's laid out to be a great blues bar. I know it sounds weird, but I've never gone in there because it always seemed more for the daytime tourists. But it's cool. I was already feeling great when I got to the Majestic so we decided to head back to TJ Mulligans.

Here are a few pics I took while we were on Beale:

This is a kid doing backflips down Beale. My camera wasn't fast enough to catch him when he was on his hands, and he wouldn't do it again until we put money in his bucket. I told him sorry, but all I had was a debit card and I was going to use that for drinking.
We were headed to Alfred's when this dumbass in a white explorer/cherokee decided to head south bound on Third Street. For those of you unfamiliar with downtown Memphis, Third Street is one way. There are tons of signs telling you that. And this hoople-head headed the wrong way. Fortunately there were cops sitting at the intersection's baricades and pulled him over. I don't think he had to take a DUI test though. He was just your average redneck old man blinded by the bright lights of the city.

In keeping with tradition I ordered a Diver at Silky's with plenty of straws. The brother got a dozen oysters on the half shell. And I found out the basic recipe of a diver...we think. You take a the bucket full of ice and set it under a flowing tap. You then pour tequila, vodka, rum, etc. in followed by some grenadine. Unfortunately it's more ice than anything. But it's always fun.

That's all from Sunday.

Wednesday was the brother's birthday. So Dad cooked ribs. Here's a great shot of the ribs. That's about four or five slabs. They were great. I hurt myself on ribs last night. Oh, and there are some left. No you can't have any. I'll be eating those all weekend.

Ok that's enough. I'm going to bed.

Have a good one and don't get none on ya.

Quick Post

I'm making this fast because I have things to do tonight and don't have time to post the full weekend recap. But for those of you who want a taste of what's to come here's a few quotes of note from the weekend:

"He's got some vag waiting for him down there."

"I've been drinking since three and you want me to speak into a microphone. Do you have any idea of what I'm capable of saying?"

"Amanda, put your cleavage away. I think we've all seen enough."

"I said what last night?"

"What do you tell a woman with two black eyes?"

"What, are you trying to validate yourself as the coolest member in your family? You really need to try harder."

That's all for now.

Quick Update

This weather sucks. I went all damn winter without getting a cold. Now I get a cold the weekend before I start my new job. I think it's a combo of the repeated use of duraflame in the outdoor chimney at the dog b-day party and the cold wind on Saturday. Well I just finished my third day at the new job and I've had a damn cold the whole time. But it's starting to go away (combo of Nyquil knockoff at night and Mucinex D during the day). So hopefully I won't have to keep using kleenex at my desk.

Speaking of the new job, I'm really enjoying myself. I honestly thought that being at work at 7 and staying until 5 each day would suck, but it's not as bad as I expected. You're so busy that the mornings just fly by. Plus I get an hour lunch and I do whatever I want during that time. My old job used to be 8 to 4:30 with a 45 minute lunch. The people I work with are really cool. It's a good mix of guys and girls near my age with a few folks past their 40s. Everyone has been real patient while I learn the system (which is a lot at once). But the good news is I booked my first load on my own today, day 3. Supposedly that's pretty fast. Most people try to get to that by the end of their first week. So I'm pretty pumped. I would have had two done, but the second guy cancelled (I won't publish why, but it was funny as hell). The list goes on and on about how much I'm enjoying this, but I'm really in the honeymoon phase of the new job right now. We'll see if I'm still this pumped in six months. But everyone else seems to have the same enthusiasm so it's always possible.

That's all I've got time for now. The problem with being at work at 7 is you need to be in bed around 10.

Have a good one and don't get none on ya.

Video

Today at work, one of the ladies brought in a book of fabric for reapolstering (sp?) her furniture. Made me think of this episode from BBC's "Coupling." It starts out with a bit of Captain Subtext which shows the truth of what people mean. The better part is when Steve (Jack Davenport) goes on one of his rants. This time about cushions for couches. Most of my married buddies can relate to this.

Happy Easter

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Raifords

I heard a very reliable tidbit the other day that I've been reluctant to share. Supposedly, Raiford's Hollywood Disco is going to close so a condo building can be built there and will not be reopened elsewhere (or is it Hollywood Raiford's Disco). This came from a source in the real estate community. Hate to spread the bad news, but hopefully, putting this out there will prevent this evil from happening.

If you're looking for the recap from Saturday night, try the next post down. Sorry it's long, but if you were there at any point in the night, you know it is worth the time to read it.

Saturday Recap

So Saturday was a marathon. It was supposed to start around 5, but I didn't get to the Porter's preparty until 6. The basic plan was preparty from 5 to 7, go to the karaoke fundraiser from 7 to 8, preparty for the Walrus show at HM's from 8 to 10, and then go to the Walrus show for the rest of the night. Obviously that didn't work out just right.


The Porters were nice enough to fix mexican food for everyone. We watched basketball, listened to dogs that never stopped barking, drank, told jokes, and got tasered (spelling?). That's right, Tackleberry had a taser. Not a police issued one, but a self defense one. He asked who wanted to be tasered, but no one stepped up. He shocked his own arm and when he didn't fall down, we were a little less skeptical. I stepped up and let him taser my arm. It's more of a surprise than a pain issue. It's a little shock actually. Now I don't recommend being shocked by one of those police ones. Well after most of the guys got tasered, people started heading to the karaoke fundraiser. I hate to say it, but it was kinda boring. Other than a few funny people singing, I was ready to head out. Maybe that was because I was looking forward to the Walrus show at the Blue Monkey. But that doesn't make up for the fact that the karaoke party kinda sucked. I have a few pics that I took from the party and a few that were emailed to me.

Here's the Shady Hasbeen. Apparently last year when she was a Ptolemy duchess, she got first place in the solo female competition.

In between songs, I caught the Shady Lady V, Shady Hasbeen, and Duchess Worm hanging out (the night before April did...no, wait, she TRIED to do the worm at the royalty practice. There is a video of it out there but I can't get a hold of it for some reason. Probably because when I get it, I'm putting it on YouTube and here).

I'm not saying who this is, but most of his friends can figure out who it is. I don't remember the exact reason why we took this picture, but I do remember he said that he said it was ok to post online. Seriously why do people pose for pics like this? Thanks bud, but enjoy the ridicule you'll get for this. After a few folks sang, Big Poppa Rich got up to sing "Sexual Healing." Needless to say the crowd went nuts.For some reason he jumped on a chair during the song (btw, he won first place).

Actually Uncle Scottie Too Hottie jumped up and did his impression of Ol' Blue Eyes. He was already in a tux for a party later that night so he figured "My Way" was perfect.

After that, I snuck out to go preparty for the Walrus show. Now the next three shots I didn't take, but I thought were funny enough to include. First is the royalty doing a version of "Beauty School Dropout" from Grease. Am I the only person who hates that damn movie? Queen Valet is the one with pink hair.

Like I said, I have no idea what's going on, but apparently Duchess Worm wanted to pose for something funny.Here's Big Poppa Rich and Mailbox Mike.

That's all the pics from the fundraiser.

I went to HM's house for a vodka tonic while we waited on a cab to take us to the Blue Monkey. An hour and half and a few vodka tonics later, the cab finally showed up. We had called 5 times trying to get a cab, but they kept saying they were busy. When I got in the cab, I asked if it was a busy night. The cabbie said it was pretty dead. Thanks Yellow Cab. You Suck.

We finally got to the show a few songs into the first set. Fortunately, the second song they played was "Watusi Rodeo" by Guadacanal Diary which was the one song I really wanted to hear. Here are a couple of pics of the band.

One of the first groups of people I ran into was my buddy Chris, his wife Frances, his sister, and brother-in-law from North Carolina. First thing the sister said to me was "I hear you can drink. You don't look like much to me." Seriously, if you're in your late 30, have a 10 year old kid, and are a skinny woman, don't call me out. I said "Why don't you get a couple of jager bombs and we'll see just how long it'll take until you're passed out on the floor and I'm standing there laughing at you." She goes to the bar and comes back with her hands full of shots. Unfortunately she's not hip enough to understand the "bomb" part of jager bombs. She had four shots of jager and five people (someone was the DD). She and I took the shots while her husband and brother refused. She grabbed theirs and handed them to me. I said "goodby memories" and downed the second shot. An hour or so later I ran back into them. Guess who was in better shape.

Let's see who else did I run into. I think I ran into one of the bosses at my new job. Not sure because I only saw him on two interviews, but I acted like I knew him and shook his hand. Problem was that I had taken those jager shots ten minutes earlier.

After a while most of the folks from the fundraiser made it up there. Some hadn't seen Walrus and were very impressed. Walrus played one hell of a show, especially for a group that added two new songs and hasn't played or practiced since January. One of the guys who was impressed with the band was Big Poppa Rich. He was riding one hell of a high after getting first place for solo male. He thought it would be a great idea if he got on stage to sing a certain song with Walrus. I know their song list mostly since I've been to a lot of their shows. Unfortunately he wanted to do a song by a band they've never played. Despite my inebriated state I was able to convince him not to just walk on stage. I told him to wait until just before their third set. He didn't know it, but I had already seen a copy of the setlist and knew they were only doing two sets. But I kept him from running on stage. Sorry dude.

Of course Big D made it. And he didn't get kicked out of this bar. Aren't you proud of him.

At the beginning of the second set I started getting phone calls and text messages from Scottie Too Hottie. Apparently Lord T & Eloise were making a surprise last minute appearance at the birthday party he was going to. He wanted us to go, but we were having too much fun to leave. Here's a pic I was sent of Scottie Too Hottie with Mister E.

After the show was over I kept running around from group to group. I don't really remember what all I said or who I talked to because it was crazy. About 30 minutes after the second set, Holly offered to give HM and me a lift home. I wanted to keep partying so I tried to get her to drive us to the party where Scottie Too Hottie was. He said it was a great time. Well Holly wouldn't go for it so we jumped in a cab. Turns out it wasn't our cab but belonged to this couple who were also headed towards downtown. They were nice enough to share the cab with us. They weren't nice enough to stop playing grab and tickle during the entire cab ride. Seriously. Imagine an episode of taxi cab confessions where the couple is making out in the backseat and don't care if they're on TV or not. Then add two more people in the backseat who are trying not to laugh or stare. That was the ride.

We got to the birthday party. It was dead. I mean absolutely dead. There were still people there, but Lord T & Eloise had left and Scottie Too Hottie was nowhere to be found. I think I saw Eloise out of costume, but what the hell could I tell at that point. The bartenders at the party were making the drinks way too strong. I had a cranberry and vodka that tasted like vodka with red food coloring. "Stout" doesn't describe it at all. It didn't help my already inebriated state. We decided to leave and saw S2H just before we jumped in another cab. After saying "hey and bye" we headed back eastbound.

We walked into Newby's for a beer. TA handed me a tequila shot. It was that point that we decided to call it a night.

Turns out I went from about 6PM until 3AM. Definitely a fun night. The next morning I got a call from my buddy Chris about 9:30. I hadn't woken up and the only words I could muster were "I hate your sister." Of course I don't, but at that moment I hated anything that kept me from sleeping. Turns out she was in worse shape that I was. That made me feel better.

I finally got off the couch around 10:30. I had to head back home to rally with the family for a birthday party. I made a quick stop for some supplies.

All in all I had a great night. It was one hell of a night to celebrate my new employment.

Songs on the Ipod:

Michael Buble - Sway

Jack Johnson - Do You Remember
Big & Rich - Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)
George Thorogood & the Destroyers - Move It On Over

Emmylou Harris - Jambalaya

Juvenile - Back That Ass Up

Robert Earl Keen - Gringo Honeymoon

Jefferson Airplane - Don't You Want Somebody To Love

Dave Matthews Band - Drive In Drive Out

Nirvana - Pennyroyal Tea

Robert Earl Keen - Corpus Christi Bay

Led Zeppelin - Moby Dick

Last Week Notes

I've got a few things to post covering last week before I get to the Saturday night recap

- I have a new favorite deal in town that I thought I'd share with yall. The brother told me about it. Apparently Little Caesars has this $5 "hot & ready" pizza deal. You get a large cheese, sausage, or pepperoni pizza for like $5. The trick is getting there when they just finished making them.

- Have you seen those ads for the Blockbuster Total Access? I heard a rumor about how it's not going to work in several cities. Apparently if your local Blockbusters are part of a franchise, you can't return the tapes you get in the mail and exchange them at the store. Why? Because the tapes that are mailed to you belong to Blockbuster the corporation.

- Supposedly the Brookhaven Pub has had a series of events where a stink bomber has attacked the bar randomly over the last few months. How do I know this? Well one of the waiters explained it to me after my friend got kicked out last week. Here's the story:
Some of my friends were out at a fundraiser. One of them had a bottle of "French Parfume" for whatever reason at the fundraiser. They came to meet us at the B'haven Pub afterwards and he had the bottle in his pocket. Someone asked him if they could see it. He handed it to them and they opened it up before quickly closing it. Our area of the bar stunk for a brief moment. Someone else got a hold of the bottle and did it again. I walked over and asked to see the bottle. I immediately walk outside to chunk it in the trash. Apparently the B'haven doesn't have any trash cans outside. I asked the bouncer where the closest one was, he said the big dumpster out back was the only one. I said screw that and started to head back in. He said he was headed that way so he'd throw away whatever I needed gone. So I handed it to him and went back inside. Fifteen minutes later the bartender grabbed my buddy and kicked him out (turns out he followed me outside when I took the bottle). A waiter happens to be an old friend of my buddy and explained the situation to him. Funny thing is my friend is getting blamed for the repeated attacks while he only did it once. He had just bought that bottle that day. The best part is that the Brookhaven is his favorite bar, he lives about a mile away, and he goes up there about once every two weeks.
And his wife is mad at me for him getting kicked out.

- What else did I learn last week? Oh! Apparently Cougars In Training can't bake cookies. I guess no matter how late into the evening it got, CIT's burn cookies while I make them just right. Maybe that's why she got a divorce. Hmm...

- I just heard that Sunday night (i.e. Easter Sunday night) is going to be one of the best nights on television. Why? The Sopranos and Entourage return to HBO, baby!!!

That's all I've got for now. Have a good one and don't get none on ya.

Great Change to a Classic Joke

My Daddy, the Dancer

One day a fourth-grade teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a living. All the typical answers came up -- fireman, mechanic, businessman, salesman, doctor, lawyer, and so forth.

However, little Johnny was being uncharacteristically quiet, so when the teacher prodded him about his father, he replied, "My father's an exotic dancer in a gay cabaret and takes off all his clothes in front of other men and they put money in his underwear. Sometimes, if the offer is really good, he will go home with some guy and stay with him all night for money."

The teacher, obviously shaken by this statement, hurriedly set the other children to work on some exercises and then took little Johnny aside to ask him, "Is that really true about your father?"

"No," the boy said, "He works for the Democratic National Committee and is helping to get Hillary Clinton to be our next President, but I was too embarrassed to say that in front of the other kids."

Waiting on a Friend(s)

I'm waiting on people to send me pics from this weekend before I post the long post recaping Saturday night. So hurry up and email them to me you bums.

Ouch

I had WAAAYYYY too much fun last night. I'll post the recap later today or tomorrow.

Friday Update

Let's see what's going on...well, I'm not going house sitting anymore. I'm back home in G'town.

What else? Oh yeah,

I GOT A FUCKING JOB!!!

That's right, I no longer have to wait around for my unemployment check every week. I am going to be another member of the employed zombies out there. I've been looking for a good job for 6 months and within 24 hours of each other, I got two job offers this week. Extraordinary job offers at that. Now I'm not going to publish either company's name or which one I chose. But I expect to start working again the Monday after Easter. So I have one more week of sleeping late and being a lazy bum.

Anyhoo, what else is going on? Well my friends in the Ptolemy royalty are trying to con me into attending the Karaoke fundraiser with them this Saturday night. I'm definitely blowing off that opportunity. Why? Because Walrus is playing at the Blue Monkey in Midtown.

That's all I'm going to put up for now. I'm going to do a post later this weekend with all the stuff that I didn't post during the week.

Quick Recapping Post

I only have a few minutes and I want to post a few things to recap the weekend.

Friday night I went to an engagement party for Ellie & Tim. Had a great time. Nothing extraordinary worth mentioning. But like I said, I had a great time.

Saturday I got a text message from Angie about the MPact Casino Royale party. Unfortunately I already had plans to head to Brookhaven Pub with the Shady Hasbeen. We were going to have a few drinks and meet up with the Ptolemy Royal Lushes after they got done with a fundraiser. Uncle Scottie Too Hottie, Hanky Panky, MK, and Hap were also all there. Lil L also showed up when he got done with work.
Like I mentioned before the Ptolemy royalty had been at a fundraiser. The theme was 50's, 60's, and 70's. For some reason they chose to do something from the 50's (lame choice!). The girls got poodle skirts and wore these shoes. Queen Kathryn calls the shoes "blogaliscious." I call them "better if worn with a Catholic school girl outfit." Sunday was Duchess Colleen's birthday so after midnight I bought her a shot. I only bought her a single shot because she takes forever to actually take them: "if I'm going to drink a shot, why not sip it and enjoy it?" My answer is because you shoot a shot by definition. Here's our before pic.

Here's a pic literally ten minutes later after she finished it.

After the Brookhaven pub closed, I rolled over to the Windjammer with Uncle S2H and two of his friends from college. I got a pic of a definite cougar in training (aka CIT, aka Cougar Cub). By the way when did the Windjammer start closing at 3 on a Saturday? I thought they stayed open all night. I've been there until 4:30 before.

Sunday was the brunch for Colleen's birthday. I went and met her and about 25-30 of her friends at Owen Brennan's. The brunch is great there. The bloody mary's aren't though. But I had a great time eating jambalaya, crawfish etouffe, and bacon. Those are great at taking care of a hangover.

After the brunch I was heading home down Goodlett by Audubon Park when I saw this:

Apparently when you get too old for Dungeons and Dragons and get a little money, you actually dress up as medieval knights and fight each other in the park. Not only do they fight, but they bring their families with them to watch. "Oh no kids, look away! Daddy's getting his butt kicked by a bigger dork!"

Anyhoo, I know that's not a detailed recap, but I just wanted to get it done quickly before I leave. Have a good one and don't get none on you.

Quick Update

I'm house sitting this week where there's no internet access. So I will try to post when I get the chance.

Lessons Learned

Guess what I'm about to do...

That's right, I predicted that Memphis will lose to Texas A&M. I was close, but when you're in this city and you're not a Memphis fan AND you openly say you think they will lose, you'll never hear the end of it. So I'm going to have to eat crow. But we did learn an important lesson: Memphis has their hands full when they play a legit team.

Let's see; what else did I learn today? Well I learned that if you only have an RC Cola and a moon pie to eat in one day, you shouldn't go swim 2 miles. You need plenty of food in your system. On lap 26 out of 70 (I count backwards so it was my 44th lap), I lost most of my energy. But I kept going and finished my two miles. I was physically exhausted. It reminded me of a time long ago when I was running cross country. Summer before my senior year, our team went to a camp near Heber Springs, AR, called Team Trek. One morning we got up and had a quick breakfast before going running. We did that everyday, but this one particular day we went to a two lane road and ran 14.6 miles. I was almost to the point of collapsing when we were done but had a very strange euphoric feeling running through my veins (you can call it a runner's high). Unfortunately I didn't have the euhporia today, just the physical exhaustion.

New Memphis Blogger and March Madness

- I read downtown Paul's blog and noticed he had linked to a new Memphis Blogger. So welcome Midtown Ryan. In case yall want to check out his blog you can click on the link in this post or on the link in my blog roll to the right.

- So far March Madness has hurt me as much as anyone, except my Final Four are still alive. I am actually right on the South Region (the only game wrong there was Nevada beating Creighton). So here's my predictions for the next games based entirely on my initial criteria. I'll highlight the teams I picked correctly in bold yellow:

EAST BRACKET
1. UNC over 5. USC and
2. Georgetown over 6. Vanderbilt

MIDWEST BRACKET
1. Florida over 5. Butler and
3. Oregon over 7. UNLV (note: I initially had Wisconsin over Notre Dame in this round)

WEST BRACKET
1. Kansas over 4. Southern Illinois and
2. UCLA over 3. Pitt

and finally for all my local readers...
SOUTH BRACKET
1. Ohio State over 5. Tennessee and
3. Texas A&M over 2. Memphis

Yeah I said it. I think our city's premiere junior college will lose to the Aggies. I heard some ESPN commentator say the same thing I've been thinking: if they get past the second round (which they did), they will play a higher caliber team than any they have played since December. To me this makes sense. Yeah, Memphis has blown out everyone in C-USA, but that's C-USA. Memphis is the only C-USA team in the NCAA tournament. There are at least three Big 12 teams in the NCAA tournament. That's like going from playing against 7th grade teams one week to Varsity teams the next.

There, I've said it. I'm ready for the rash of crap I'm going to catch when I'm wrong. But I still feel that playing for so long in the C-USA is going to hurt your Memphis Tigers. Plus it's in San Antonio. You could take the entire fan base from Memphis to the game and they still wouldn't have as many fans as the Aggies are going to bring.

Now I will say that the UT vs Ohio State game is going to be real interesting. Ohio State is going to have to step up if they want to beat the Vols.


That's all I'm got to talk about today. Have a good one and don't get none on ya.

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Great Restaurant Recommendation

For the fourth time now, I've eaten a great meal at Mosa Asian Bistro. It's an asian fusion restaurant. I recommend the potstockers as an appetizer. I love them. They are located at Kirby Parkway and Poplar in the shopping center on the northwest corner (address 1825 Kirby Parkway). Their menu is on their website. I recommend you get your happy ass over there. They are open for both lunch and dinner. You get plenty of food for not too much money.

Oh yeah, if you get something spicy, you probably shouldn't get "hot." You might not be able to take it (according to the brother who eats hot food all the time).