introspection time...
it was a long week and i ended up drinking every week night instead of saving it for the weekend. this made for particularly long work days.
dinner monday turned into staying for hipster monday night at the local brew pub. always good for the sight seeing. i mean, OBVIOUSLY i have no problem with ink and piercings. and while my own experience may be a little conservative, i wonder what a 20 year old is thinking with a face tattoo. in thirty years are we going to be looking at CEO's in boardrooms with face tattoos?
but i digress.
tuesday is our usual trivia night. i love the lesbian chick that runs it and we always win. this means free beet, fun times, and the two of us usually looking up naked chicks on our phones to compare.
wednesday was our first meeting for my domestic violence awareness charity for this year's campaign. but beforehand i met a girl for a glass or two of wine. now, this chick and i were sort of dating but not really a few years back. she resurfaces every 4-6 months and starts down this path of "you don't know how much i care about you and miss you." this is exacerbated by her love of the bottle. she eventually gets to "i cannot believe we never had sex," which i kindly remind her was not MY decision.
this always culminates in an ending of the evening in a weird way. last time, she ended up inviting the guy she had just got done seeing to join us via a text, which proved to be more than awkward and i bailed. this time, she was supposed to stop and see her brother and then join me after my meeting. she bailed and said we could get together thursday night. of course, i didn't and haven't heard from her since.
this reminds me of what a friend of mine recently told me. "i have met a lot of women and think i understand wear the ground floor of crazy is. then i meet the women you date and realize there is a crazy basement."
no shit.
thursday night, i just wanted to stay home and relax. she was a no show, so my roommate was at the ready with an alternative plan. valient thorr at the chop shop. exhausted? why not go to a metal show with three openers for the most insane combination of seriously done tongue in cheek jazzercizing leader singer metal? goo... great fucking show. too many PBRs. and my ears were ringing well into friday afternoon.
it was cool though, because rodney raines invited me to participate in the skate deck art show at his wine shop that he has coming up. solid fucking dude that is seriously a pillar of the local community. i think i am going to do an elvis board. could be fun.
i also have to get a skeleton our lady of guadaloupe done for a a buddy in the not too distant future. at least i finally got the michael hutchence commissioned piece done after avoiding it like the plague for the last four months.
http://flic.kr/p/cx1GLU
today, i think i might try to trade the cooper in for a newer model. 2005 was a lemon year for MINIs and while i will miss the speed and quickness of my badass little S, i would love to have the dependablity and versatility of a regular clubman.
it was a long week and i ended up drinking every week night instead of saving it for the weekend. this made for particularly long work days.
dinner monday turned into staying for hipster monday night at the local brew pub. always good for the sight seeing. i mean, OBVIOUSLY i have no problem with ink and piercings. and while my own experience may be a little conservative, i wonder what a 20 year old is thinking with a face tattoo. in thirty years are we going to be looking at CEO's in boardrooms with face tattoos?
but i digress.
tuesday is our usual trivia night. i love the lesbian chick that runs it and we always win. this means free beet, fun times, and the two of us usually looking up naked chicks on our phones to compare.
wednesday was our first meeting for my domestic violence awareness charity for this year's campaign. but beforehand i met a girl for a glass or two of wine. now, this chick and i were sort of dating but not really a few years back. she resurfaces every 4-6 months and starts down this path of "you don't know how much i care about you and miss you." this is exacerbated by her love of the bottle. she eventually gets to "i cannot believe we never had sex," which i kindly remind her was not MY decision.
this always culminates in an ending of the evening in a weird way. last time, she ended up inviting the guy she had just got done seeing to join us via a text, which proved to be more than awkward and i bailed. this time, she was supposed to stop and see her brother and then join me after my meeting. she bailed and said we could get together thursday night. of course, i didn't and haven't heard from her since.
this reminds me of what a friend of mine recently told me. "i have met a lot of women and think i understand wear the ground floor of crazy is. then i meet the women you date and realize there is a crazy basement."
no shit.
thursday night, i just wanted to stay home and relax. she was a no show, so my roommate was at the ready with an alternative plan. valient thorr at the chop shop. exhausted? why not go to a metal show with three openers for the most insane combination of seriously done tongue in cheek jazzercizing leader singer metal? goo... great fucking show. too many PBRs. and my ears were ringing well into friday afternoon.
it was cool though, because rodney raines invited me to participate in the skate deck art show at his wine shop that he has coming up. solid fucking dude that is seriously a pillar of the local community. i think i am going to do an elvis board. could be fun.
i also have to get a skeleton our lady of guadaloupe done for a a buddy in the not too distant future. at least i finally got the michael hutchence commissioned piece done after avoiding it like the plague for the last four months.
http://flic.kr/p/cx1GLU
today, i think i might try to trade the cooper in for a newer model. 2005 was a lemon year for MINIs and while i will miss the speed and quickness of my badass little S, i would love to have the dependablity and versatility of a regular clubman.