A brief synopsis of tonight.
January 14th, 2008- Family Guy
- Pregnant women at the bar
- Beer-brewing
- Car show!
- The Tour
- Traveling
- Weeds
The latest (since you asked, Geof):
That is all for now.
The best feeling for me is driving back into the city from the east.
The skyline is a sign that I’m home.
…I think that I am the world’s biggest jackass, someone comes along and completely strips me of that crown.
Thanks, Mr. Drunk-Buffalo-Wing-Eating Man. You’ve proved my point!
…I really should get out more.
If you were in a big city, and wanted to meet a bunch of people, what would YOU do?
This month has sucked. Sure, I guess 66% of it was partially by my choice, but, damn.
(if you have trouble remembering it, just think of a bag of crap.)
I’m going camping soon. On the beach. How awesome is that?
The last time I went camping was a few years ago. Camping technology now is significantly more advanced than when my family used to go camping in the summer. For example, I just bought a rechargable flourescent lantern than can be charged by 110VAC or 12VDC. It’s even got a LED nightlight.
Also, I will have a visitor in a couple of weeks. Someone from Tennessee. Hopefully, we are going to get to spend some time in Houston, maybe try to run into a few people that we know, and then explore the wonderous land that is Lake Charles. It should be fun.
Anyways, Rebekah, I wrote this entry especially for you so that you’d have something to read. I hope it has fulfilled you in the way that only a blog post of mine can. ![]()
A male anglerfish, when he finds a female mate (who, oddly enough, is about ten times his size), he latches on to her by biting into her. Through some strange process, thier skin becomes fused, and he begans recieving necessary nourishment through a shared blood supply. He essentially becomes a sperm-producing attachment that operates at her leisure.
Luckily, I have a great girl who is nothing like this. She makes me feel like I am more than just a sperm-producing attachment. I like her alot…enough to share my bloodstream with her.
I like you a LOT, my anglerfish. :-*
Seven Things to Do Before I Die:
1. Get out of Lake Charles
2. Get married.
3. Go to Seattle.
4. Live in Nashville.
5. Learn to play the piano.
6. Backpack in Europe.
7. Figure out what I want to do when I grow up.
Seven Things I Cannot Do:
1. Skydive
2. Eat broccoli
3. Eat cooked spinach.
4. Sing….at ALL.
5. Give up easily.
6. Stay up all night.
7. Play drums.
Seven Things that Attract Me to My Girlfriend (in random order):
1. She’s hotter than I am.
2. Her sense of humor.
3. She’s more perverted than me.
4. Nothing I can tell her about me seems to drive her away.
5. She laughs at my dumb jokes.
6. She cares about me more than anyone I know.
7. Snort.
Seven Things I Say (or write!) Most Often:
1. Uh huh.
2. Riiight.
3. ANYways
4. Hmm.
5. Huh?
6. Haha.
7. Crap!
Seven Books (or series) I Love:
1. I don’t read. I can read, but I don’t.
Seven Movies (or series) I Love:
1. Pi
2. Garden State
3. The Fast and The Furious (parts one and two)
4. Swingers
5. The Godfather (part one)
6. Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
7. Josie and the Pussycats
At the Jack Daniel’s Bar and Grill here in Lake Charles, they offer what they call a ‘beer passport’. It’s a nifty little book with a list of 55 different beers, along with a semi-detailed description/history of each. Every time you order one of the beers from the book, you get a stamp on it. After completing all 55 (not at one sitting, mind you), you are awarded a leather Jack Daniels jacket.
So far, I’ve completed14 of 55. It’s turned me on to a couple of beers that I wouldn’t have tried otherwise (one being Dixie Blackened VooDoo, brewed right here in Louisiana).
If you’re a beer fan at all, you should try it out. It might turn you on to that perfect flavor you’ve been looking for in a brew.