OK...EVERYBODY SLOW YOUR ROLL

Well, Thanksgiving went off well. Many upcoming trips to the gym to burn off all the calories. Anyway, went to the ranch on Thursday and stayed there until Saturday. I don't want to talk about either football game. The first being the debacle that was the UT game. Colt McCoy's got no heart and we are right back to where we were in the pre-VY days. As of yesterday we lost our defensive coordinator, so Mack has got some work to do. The other game was our chance at redemption when Oklahoma State should've beat Oklahoma had OK. State's QB not tried to do some crazy pirouette into the end zone. That's all I have to say about that.

Saturday, after getting back in town, the decision is made to go downtown and have a few drinks. We meet up with about ten guys and girls at Cuba Libre and have a few mojitos. After leaving we head over to Foundation for a couple of spirits and the close the night at Uncle Flirtys. Good, low key, low profile evening. Sorry for not having some pics.

OK...now for the Saturday night antics. I decide rather than parking and walking down to Cuba (about a block and a half from my apt) that Ill just go ahead and take the car down there since I had to go pick up Ang anyway. I roll up to Cuba to valet the car and the valet goes "I guess u want me to park it on the curb (at that time there is a Ferrari and an Aston Martin already there). I tell him to put it where he has room for it as long as it doesn't get hurt. He says "well it will look good up here parked by these two so I will leave it up here it will be safer that way". That'll be forty dollars sir..."HOW MUCH???". After much discussion with him I am too embarrassed with everyone standing around looking at the car to just get in and leave. I begrudgingly hand over the money. I just paid $40 to keep from walking a block and a half...never again.

We go out and have a good time. Well about 2:15 we get our traditional slice of pizza there on the curb and are going to take the car home and eat our pizza and go to bed. NOT SO. I get in the car there on the curb just in time for this little Mercedes coupe to pull right up in front of me preventing me from getting out. I am content to sit in the car and eat the pizza until he moves. Ang will have none of it. She gets out of the car and knocks on the guys window. This guy is WASTED. He finally opens the door and she asks him to move. His response "just hit the car". Ang's quick witted response "we aren't worried about your piece of shit, we're worried about the car that costs three times as much as yours that's behind you". He takes offense to this and just closes the door and sits there. I realize what is happening at this point so I open my door and start to get out to go up and "encourage" the guy to move his car. I was actually thinking more along the lines of open the door pull the guy out of the car, get in the car and move it myself, after he shut the door in my girlfriend's face. She hits the window and asks the guy to move again. He gets out of the car and is like "who wants it moved". She points at me, i'm halfway out of the car right now so I sit back down with the door open when I see his door open. He starts rolling back to me. He's drunk and he's pissed. This guy wants to fight. This guy is about 5'7" and weighs about 155. You can tell he has never so much as looked at a gym in life. He rolls back there all macho and then sees me. All the sudden the scowl on his face went quickly from an "i'm going to kick his ass look" to a "holy shit, this guy will kill me look" to a "I better make friends with this large man so he doesn't break me in two" look. He proceeds to start showing me half naked pictures of his girlfriend and how she's in New Jersey right now and how he is in the entertainment industry and him and I should hang out, just a bunch of random stuff, I guess to keep me from getting mad at him. I say "just move your car and we'll be fine" and give him the go to hell look that a few of you have seen. He gets in his car, pulls to the middle of the street and the two girls who are with him decide they want pizza. They fling open the doors in the middle of Colorado Street and just leave the doors wide open and walk away from the car. These are the kind of folks that are driving downtown at 2:30 AM.

Must win softball game tomorrow night that will put us in a three way tie for first place in the league. Let you know.

Fiji odds are improving dramatically. This trip could actually happen and happen very soon if it does.

UFC at The Plaza

I swear the craziest things are happening to people around me. As terrible as it is to say, its a nice change from being right in the middle of all the insanity. After the events of yesterday with the homeless guy and the mail order bride (see the post below), I thought today would be normal. Nope, I stop by the building today and notice the concierge has a bruise on his jaw. Turns out while he was helping some residents outside a homeless man sneaks in the building while the door is open and uses the lobby bathroom. Well he sees the guy walk out and then sees the guy a few minutes later lingering out the back door of the lobby. He goes to tell the guy to move on and that for security reasons he cant be coming in the building. The guy starts cursing and yelling that he is the Lieutenant Governor of Texas and how dare this guy talk to him like this. He then takes off his jacket and attacks the concierge. He swings several times, throws a couple of "ninja" kicks, then picks up his jacket and walks off. Well, the concierge follows the guy and calls the police and they end up arresting the guy at 6th and Congress. The whole time they are cuffing him he's yelling at our concierge, "Im coming back". Crazy!

On a completely opposite note, you ever see something and it makes you mad and you realize that its not your place to be irritated and upset about it, but you just cant help it? Happened to me earlier. I found out about a happening that is none of my business but the more I think about it, the more it irritates me.
(UPDATE @ 1:30AM: DAMNIT, IT HAPPENED AGAIN. THIS TIME IT'S SOMETHING THAT IS MY BUSINESS THAT SHOULDN'T BOTHER ME BUT BOTHERS THE HECK OUT OF ME BUT IF I MAKE A BIG DEAL ABOUT IT, IT WILL BE VIEWED AS ME OVERREACTING)

On a final note, I know we are suppossed to love our family and enjoy them; but I am dreading spending the next few days with my relatives. Anyway, everyone have a good holiday and I will see you next week.

Turkey Day Approaching

Well, as we come upon another Thanksgiving, I feel the need to reflect on a few things I am thankful for.

I am thankful I was not in the car with Angela yesterday at the 32nd St. and I 35 intersection after lunch when the bum proceeded to grab his penis and cum in his pants right in front of her. I am thankful I was not on the flight to China with my friend Brad who had to endure the 15 hour flight sitting next to the redneck who was going to China to marry a girl he met on the internet.

Headed out to the ranch Thursday morning to spend some quality time with the family. VERY EXCITED about this (vast amount of sarcasm in that statement). Going to head from the ranch to the Spurs game on Friday night and then probably come straight back to Austin from San Antonio.

DECEMBER 8th......CHRISTMAS AT THE PLAYBOY MANSION (at Chris's 5th St. abode). This should be a fun follow up to the Halloween party and a great kickoff to the Xmas party season.

It's Good To Know People

Well last night's Spurs game was a good one. We arrived a little late as traffic was bad getting down there. We went to get a drink and I ran into an old friend of mine, Rugger Gottsacker. Rugger and I used to race cars together back in the day. Rugger's dad Hal started Alamo City Harley Davidson, the San Antonio Harley franchise. Overall he's a really cool guy. Well we start talking about parents retiring as his dad just did and now hes running the company that consists of several dealerships and other enterprises. He makes the comment "yeah hes retired, but he's still taking the money, as a matter of fact I had to write a check to him today for his new Aston-Martin". This turned the conversation to cars as we begin to discuss my Ford GT and the Lamborghini Gallardo he is about to buy. Well I make the comment that I wanted to buy a Ferrari but there is a five year waiting list. He says "man you shoulda called me, the owner of the San Antonio Ferrari dealership and I are good friends, I can get you at the front of the line for one". DAMNIT. I will certainly have to remember this in a year or two. I guess knowing people only pays off if you remember that you know them when they can help you out.

Had a few guys over for the game this afternoon, I think everyone had fun watching the game. Not quite as exciting when you dont have a dog in the fight though. Oh well.

Workin for the Weekend

FRIDAY AFTERNOON. Having a guys get together with a few neighbors and friends tomorrow to watch what became and even bigger game today withe the death of Bo Schembechler, Michigan and Ohio State.

Heading out to the Spurs game here in a little bit. Should be a fun evening, but its going to be an early night because I have a gym meeting in the morning.

Tomorrow night I think I may try to hit up downtown a little bit and stir up some trouble. Not for certain though.

The party December 8th is a go. I am saving the theme for later (just know its a great theme). Its a Christmas theme with a twist.

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone. I am headed to the ranch for turkey day and then headed WAY out to west Texas for a few days of mule deer hunting afterward.

Mundane Details

Quick updates before I launch into my tyrade. Won our softball game last night 15-6. I played well as I got up to bat three times and hit three homeruns. Coming down the stretch we need to win all our games to win the league. Couple of tough games too.
Lake Tahoe is going to happen the week after Christmas. Looking forward to hitting the slopes on a snowboard for a change this year.
Trying to get a ranch weekend together in the first part of december to go with some old buddies down to the ranch. It will be good to see some old friends that I dont get to see as often as I would like to.
I just saw a girl I used to know. Funny thing was, I didnt realize who she was until like ten minutes after I left the place where she was at. She saw me, smiled, and winked and I just continued my conversation thinking she was just some random girl. Then later I realized that I really liked her and she was really sweet. I felt really bad about it. It proves that sometimes you dont recognize people outside of the context in which you know them. I knew her as one of my favorite bartenders when I was a fixture at Vicci.
Decision is going to be made on Fiji this week. It is looking like its probably not happening, however if I continue to find things that irritate the shit out of me on a daily basis, I may just say "to hell with it" and book it and just tell everyone I am leaving the country and I will talk to you all when I am able to find a phone down there. If I am not, I will see you in a week.

Corporate Bonding

Well a bunch of guys from the office went down to the ranch this past weekend. The beer, the bullshit, and the money were all flowing. From taking bets on shooting skeet to hundred dollar bills if we could put a kill shot in the 3-D deer target from 100 yards with a bow (we couldnt). We could at 90, but not at 100. For anyone who shoots a bow, you'll know thats damn impressive. Dad attempted to shoot skeet with his machine gun (which we learned will go fully automatic if you hold the trigger just right). I had a damn clay bird crash land on my bow (it hurt the grip a little, but it's ok). Saturday, we watched every single Big XII Texas team lose which made for a pretty miserable Saturday evening. But all things considered, everyone enjoyed themselves.

Experienced Bow Hunters

Rookie Bow Hunter

Chase, Our Capital Excavation Tree Hugger, Hugging A Tree

Part 2 of Vegas

Ok. The computer is running pretty quickly today so I decided to update the blog. Vegas stories: Criss Angel walked right past me going into the concert. He is pretty much Josh's idol so I thought Josh would get a kick out of it. I turned to grab Josh to show him and by the time I found Josh and turned around, Criss was gone. I guess he pulled one of his disappearing tricks.

Some guy thought it would be cool to get onstage during Aerosmith's set. When security ran after him, he just jumped back in the crowd and figured that was it. When they came to him and told him he had to leave, he decided he didnt need to leave and got a little rowdy with a security guard. He got his ass beat down. Last time i saw him they were taking him out in handcuffs and his shirt was basically ripped clean off of him.

Some crazy girl in head to toe black latex wigged out right in front of us. She either overheated in the catwoman suit or had a little too much of her favorite drug. Either way she busted her ass, picked herself up, and busted her ass again.

There was the Napoleonic man who stood about five foot five inches tall who was berating his five foot ten girlfriend about some guy who hit on her. I heard him say "im going to go beat his ass". Careful what you wish for dude. I would bet your girlfriend could roll you up.

Motley Crue was pretty good. I found it particularly funny when Vince Neil busted his ass while doing "Girls, Girls, Girls". Fell right on his face. He was pissed. Overall, their set was more show and less go than what I had hoped for. They seem kind of fake, like a bunch of forty year old men acting like their former rock star selves....oh wait, they are. Nevermind then, that explains it all.

Aerosmith ripped the roof off the place. I was blown away by Stephen Tyler's energy. He's a grandfather and he blew that place up. Of course it doesnt hurt when you have smash hit after smash hit in your repertoire to sing. If you ever get the oppurtunity to go see them, take it, you will not be disappointed. Also, Joe Perry might possibly be the coolest man alive. He is so quintessential rock star that he just oozes cool. The way he walks, talks, and acts just screams "i am on Earth for no other reason than to play this guitar LOUD".

After the show we headed over to Studio 54 to have a few drinks. Overall, a neat place, although I had hoped for a little more substance. We were drinking free and didnt have to wait in the horrendously long line out front due to Michael, our casino host, hooking us up with the V.I.P. treatment. Brad decided we needed to go meet up with his housemate over at Jet in The Mirage. Well, we head over there about 2 A.M. and meet up with the rest of the group. At this point I decide I was going to text a few people. Well nothing like drunk mass texting to all those folks who I texted at 5 A.M. Texas time. Thanks to Chuck for still being up and just drunk texting me right back.

After leaving the bar about 4 A.M. I decide it's time to gamble. Nothing like a little alcohol to encourage me to raise the stakes a little. I sit down at the hundred dollar table and buy in for a G. Within three minutes, Im up a thousand, so I come to my senses, jump up, put Brad in a cab back to his hotel (he was much drunker than me), and go to bed. Overall, a quick but fun Vegas trip.

The Crue Doing "Home Sweet Home"

Mick Mars working it out in front of the pyrotechnics.

I Heard This Guy Did Some Video with Pamela Anderson

Aerosmith opening up with "Eat The Rich"

Doing "Crazy". Great Song.

Joe Perry GOING OFF!!!

S. Tyler and J. Perry

Part 1 of Vegas

Ok...Well I wanted to put the pics of Vegas up. My dang computer is going so slow I dont have time right now to put pictures from the concert up and tell all the stories. So, here are some pictures from Studio 54 in MGM Grand and Jet in The Mirage. I promise I will follow this up with better pics from the concert and all the funny stories next week since I am leaving town for the big corporate weekend at the ranch tomorrow.

Brad, Ang and I Right After Arriving At Studio 54

Everyone Thinks Only Females Make Good Go-Go Dancers

So I Took My Shirt To Show Them Guys Can Dance Too

The View From Above at Studio 54

Brad and his Housemate

Sorry Brad. I had to do it. Brad was WASTED!!!

Vegas Baby

Pics of Vegas coming and stories involving people getting beat, latex clad women, Napoleonic men, Aerosmith, Criss Angel, Vince Neil busting his ass on stage, high stakes gambling while wasted, and drunken mass texting like a sorority girl.