I Swear Im Getting Shit On...Or Maybe Not

So yesterday was like "thank you sir may I have another". Tahoe trip fell apart, schoolwork about killed me, ran myself ragged trying to get this dang apartment closer to feeling like home, didnt have time to sit down and eat (powerbars are keeping me nourished at this point). However things always get better, right? Everything always works out for the best and today is no different. Tahoe trip has been rescheduled for next weekend, which allows me to have a Superbowl party this weekend (call me for details). Schoolwork is about done, which frees me up for the rest of the week, apartment is starting to look really good and getting cooler by the day, and Ive lost a few pounds. So something that seems really bad originally sometimes turns out to be better in the long run. Funny how that happens pretty often in all aspects of life. DEEP THOUGHTS WITH CHRIS BRADLEY. It's a GREAT day to be alive.

Operation Austin

That title is an inside joke for a couple of people who frequent the blog. Well, I have finally moved. I am staying in the new place and enoying it very much. Here are some pics for those who are unable or unwilling to come by. I still have pictures to hang and some new furniture is in the works so bare with the sparseness of the furnishings in the pics.

The Plaza Lofts on Republic Square Park

Bedroom (In Case You Couldnt Figure that Out)

Bedroom

Living Area

Kitchen

The View to the East Down 5th Street

The View to the West Down 5th Street

Dowtown...Again

I arrived home from Dallas Saturday night restless. What could top the previous nights events (see entry below this one)? I WALKED from my place (how cool is that), and met up with Kyle and the bunch at the 311 club. After a few tense moments with the bouncer, due to conflicting views, I joined my group inside. Being sober as a judge, fresh off a long drive, a little cranky, and meeting up with a group who has been drinking since about 5 is a recipe for boredom and irritation. So what do we do about this...if you cant beat'em, join'em. Proceeded to do shots to catch up. It worked. We then went to SOHO and closed it up there. Random events of the evening: running into Bill's friend from Pepperdine, witnessing testosterone laced shouting matches not once but twice, getting drunk dialed over and over, and Odies deciding he was Rambo (see below pics) for photographic evidence.
Zach, Denay, Bill, and Kyle Right After I Showed Up.

Rich Taking A Breather

Al Looking Confused

Maybe He's Confused As To Why He Just Did This.

Jamie Cuttin A Rug With Someone Who Got Cut From The Picture

Rambo is White...Nobody Informed O.

A Wasted Odies and A Tipsy Nate Having A Dance-Off

Bad Boys Bad Boys Whatcha Gonna Do?

So I went and rode along with Robert on his beat Friday night. Let's just say I have a whole new respect for police officers and what they do. FYI, I thought Irving was a cushy little rich person town. WRONG. Maybe parts of it are, but Robert works in the damn hood. Due to legality issues in regards to prosecuting suspects, I was not allowed to photograph any actual arrests or even the suspects themselves. During the night we had the 1st grade school teacher who got drunk, somehow ended up across town from where he got drunk (we never got that information), thought he happened across his coworkers house, decided to stay the night there, tried to kick the door down when nobody answered, all the while he had the wrong house. Immediately after arresting him, we had the crackhead who violated his parole and therefore went back to prison for approximately two years. We fielded calls ranging from a car fire with a person inside the car (the guy was cooking dope in his car and it flashed on him) to two girls fighting with forty girls standing around watching. During the night I figured out why people become cops, its not to be a civil servant, these guys are adrenaline junkies. The whole night was one big adrenaline rush. Picture 80 mph through a neighborhood on wet streets, going somewhere where the only thing you know is the lady in the house is screaming to the 911 operator that there is a man trying to kick down her front door at midnight in a neighborhood where people who dont carry guns are in the minority).
Our Trusty Steed Ready to Head Out For the Night

This is the Sign Going Into The Jail

Robert in the Arrest Processing Room Booking a Crackhead

Lunch...or...Breakfast (4 AM)

Robert at the Scene of an Accident (3 drug addicts in the car)

Robert and Tim Checking Out a Bank Alarm

Robert at the Conclusion of a Long Night (circa 7:30 AM)

Ch Ch Ch Ch Changes (That's David Bowie for you Young People)

OK. I know you guys dont check this out for boring posts (I can hear you now Brad "Where are all the drunk girl pictures"). But I've been slacking with the camera. Im gonna pick it back up though. Maybe I will get some good pics this weekend. Im headed up to Dallas for a reason im too embarassed to post on the internet. But while I am there i am riding out with Robert on his beat Friday and possibly Saturday night. Hooray for busting some perps. Knowing Robert, he'll be like Henry Rollins on The Chase (another reference that shows my age). Probably end up shooting some guy for speeding.

My old apartment looks like a bomb went off. I move in to my new place tomorrow (pics to follow shortly). You never realize how much crap you accumulate until you have to pack it all. Moving sucks.

Just remember...Keep your head up and keep on keepin on.

GET MOVING OR GET RUN OVER!!!!

MUCH TO TALK ABOUT.

I have a new apartment on 5th street. Going to the Plaza Lofts. I move in next Thursday. Thanks to Kyle for being my realtor. Details of a housewarming party to be coming soon.

Thoughts and prayers go out to Jonathan and others for their unfortunate circumstances right now.

Story time. Dateline: Friday 3:30 PM. Location: Northbound frontage road of 183 at 360. I was riding my R1 motorcycle when an 18 wheeler bumps into me at a redlight. It knocks me and the bike about three feet forward. I turn around and yell at the guy at which time he hits me again. At this point i realize this guy is actually hitting me on purpose. I figure i better get the hell out of his way before he runs over me. I turn to start to move and he hits me again this time actually pushing the bike sideways and cracking the rear section of the bike. So at this point we are going about twenty miles an hour and i realize if I fall he's going to run over me. The delivery truck beside him starts hollering and honking their horn at him trying to get him to stop, all to no avail. I make the corner and the next light turns red. I am not about to stop for this one, so I pull a wheelie and run the damn redlight. Everyone keeps saying, why didnt you get his plate number. I was just trying to get out of the way of the crazed driver who was trying to run over me. In conclusion, I found out some information about the guys truck by talking to the guys in the other delivery truck. Cops did a hit and run report. Thank God I was able to keep the bike up and thank God I didnt have anyone on the back. Just hearing about this story would probably make them not ever want to ride again. That would be unfortunate. If that happens with someone on the back, the ending may not be as happy.

MOVING AND MOVING!!!

Well me and the owner of the previous place I was trying to work a deal on couldnt come to terms. So now Im working on a new place. Starting to get to be crunch time as I have to have a place in the next week or so.

This weekend was exciting and interesting. Downtown Friday night. Same old same old. Met my friend Claire's new boyfriend Stephen. For those who care he seems like a standup guy. Saturday went to eat Indian food with my old friend Jon. I have never eaten Indian food before and I must admit I rather enjoyed it. I havent seen Jon in about a year due to the fact that he lives in Zurich. Him and I are working on a deal for next winter that is too premature to announce at this point, but could be unbelievable if it works out. Sunday helped Amber move into her new place. FYI, before I volunteer to help someone move next time, I am going to preface it by asking what kind of furniture they have. BIG HEAVY ANTIQUE stuff. Made for a long afternoon.

MOVING!!!!

Well, it looks like I will be moving in the coming days. Stay tuned for the exact location as I dont even know yet. However, if it goes like I think it will, it should be a cool place in an even cooler location. You are all invited to the housewarming party.

Rose Bowl 2006

I'm Not Going To Cheapen It By Gushing About It With Heavy-Handed Words. Here are Some Pictures of the Trip.

Our Group Before Departure In Front of Our Trusty Steed

Cruising at 44,000 Feet

Flying Over the Battleground

Flying Over the California Coastline! Beautiful!

Arriving in LA to Find A Parking Lot Full of Jets

Respect For A Worthy Opponent

Before the Game

Coach Mack Leading Them Into the Stadium

Our Defensive Tackles Rolling In Together

The Griffin Brothers, Michael and Marcus

Kasey Studdard and Others Arriving

This is Either A) Superman B) Vince Young C)All of the Above, Arriving at the Game

Ran Into Brad Before the Game

The Goodyear Blimp

Two Things Here 1) VY 2) Notice How Pretty the Stadium's Surrounding Are

The Parachute Guys Coming in for a Landing

Leading'em Onto the Field

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

Again, No Caption Necessary!

The Eyes Sure Sounds Sweet after a Championship

The Trophy Presentation

After the Game

Getting Ready to Go Home Thursday Afternoon

Back in Austin Thursday Night

TILL GABRIEL BLOWS HIS HORN!!!!!!

30 Hours and Counting.

HOOK'EM

Is anyone else sick of hearing about how USC is the greatest team ever? Listening to analysts would convince someone that the only USC player who needs to show up is Reggie Bush. He apparently is already deemed to be the greatest running back who ever lived. F-ing ridiculous!!!

TWO DAYS AND COUNTING!!!!!

Attack of the Killer Stripper

Back at work after being off last week. Went out quite a bit, but no real memorable stories...except for one. I encountered a strange circumstance that resulted in a stripper being sent home last week. I was at Austin's premeir gentleman's establishment with several different guys and girls. During the course of the evening, my friend Robert encounters a crazy stripper. What does he do? Immediately sends the girl over to dance for me. To preface this story, this was a young hispanic lady who could barely speak english. So the girl, out of nowhere, jumps on top of me and starts dancing for me. She was rather unattractive, so I was a little pissed from the outset. Especially since I knew Robert did this on purpose. However, that was just the beginning. About twenty seconds into the song, the girl tries to stick her tongue in my mouth. I pull away and she just keeps rolling. Another minute into the song, she tries to stick her hand down my pants. This time I tell her she needs to chill and just finish the dance. Finally at the conclusion of the dance, she insists that I kiss her. By this point, I have had enough of all this crap. Everyone at the table is watching this unfold, so I kindly tell her no and to be on her way. She wont take no for an answer, so I try the "my girlfriend is sitting right there" bit. Her response "if she loves you, she won't care", all of this in severely broken english. Finally Robert pulls the girl off of me at which point she goes over to my girlfriend (involved in a conversation with Tiffany and another dancer) and starts forcefully grabbing her arm, jerking on her, and telling her "your man fucking loves you and you need to go sit by him". Robert finally forceably pulls the girl off of Angela at which point the other dancer there calls the VIP manager over. The situation is explained and the dancer tries to tell the manager that it was ok because she danced for me earlier. I told the manager she was nuts, at which point she was taken to the dressing room. We later found out she was sent home. Crazy.

New Years 2006

Sorry I only have a couple of pics of New Years. New Years got a little out of hand though, so its probably good the camera wasnt around.

This is why the Cameras should be put up when you start drinking, and dont let people take pictures while you're chewing on a cookie. (Circa 3 AM)

Drew and Cody Chillin' on the Couch around 4 AM.

XMAS 2006

Here's a couple of quick Christmas Pics.

Jon Hijacking his son's present.

Brad on Christmas in front of Jon's Hummer.