down, not out

i have too many password god damnit!

okay, so work is a nightmare. my numbers suck and the restaurant is losing money again. ever since the dollar ninety-nine promotion started, i've been sinking like a rock with an anchor. what bugs me the most is that i can't find it. this is my specialty. i make money from nothing. and i can't even get ahold of what's wrong. i can't see it. neither can my boss. i'm going to be the last gm to lose a restaurant for christ's sake!

so, currently, i'm re-stimulating the brain. i'm listening to generic insight radio and about to open my birthday beer, an alaskan smoked porter two thousand-eight. and then i'm going to call 'my star', cristal.

i'm tired and i don't want to sleep. or maybe i'm sleeping and tired of living. either way, i'm exhausted and looking for an out.

damn, this tim barry song is great! i think i have a sample disc around here somewhere.

anyways, on with life, hope everyone is doing well.

wow!

i had an amazing time with cristal today. i can't wait to see her again. we stayed out much longer than we were supposed to. it's a good thing i can be late. now, it's off to chino. weeeee....

"'til we don't have the strength to go"

my title has nothing to with this entry. or does it? it does if i'm writing about my impending thirty-fourth birthday. it's on sunday and i'm taking the weekend off to celebrate. although, i haven't made any plans. hmmm...i don't know what i really want to do. i had originally planned to go to vegas, but that busted as soon as i moved out on my own. on saturday, i have a date and i don't know if it's in the afternoon or at night. we kind of left it open ended. i want to go home on saturday and party all night, then pass out somewhere, and wake up and go have an awesome breakfast at cockadoodles. we have a game on sunday night, so i'm not really doing anything until after that. our game is a tad late, so we'll probably not do much after that, which sucks. we'll either go to angelos(early night) or t.g.i. fridays(later night). hell, we just might end up in a parking lot drinking miller lite. i guess my birthday doesn't mean much to me anymore, although it feels like it should. i guess if i have a good date and get to spend time with friends and family, i'll be alright.

now i'm off to work, have a life drunk day!

oh yeah, mother's day!

the traditional feelings and happenings that go on with mother's day are such an afterthought to me. and it's a shame because i love my mom. she's great and we're great together. but it's not really about her for me, because mother's day is our biggest business day of the year. i'm an exceptionally successful and responsible businessman and restaurant proprietor and on mother's day, that's where my focus has to be. and that's how i got where i am. don't doubt, i still call mom when i get off work and we talk for awhile but i don't think i've ever done anything special for my mom on that day, ever since i became an adult. the great thing is she understands that. i just wonder if she ever gets disappointed by it. maybe i should just call her more throughout the year? i'm terrible at that too. we'll see, everything else in my life has been changeing, maybe that will too.

this is what winning is like?

haha, yeah, the fuzzy bunnies started off our first season in a new league with a win. it was actually a pretty lopsided win. i barely saw any shots. i wonder how good the other teams are in our division.

other than that, i've having a boring week. i'm avoiding the stress that comes with buying a couch. i really need one though, so i should be shopping sooner than later. sheesh....

mother's day is coming up. i'm a terrible son. my mom gets excited when i just call. that's how much i include her in my life. i have to make some time for mom. her birthday is on thursday too. what should i get her? hmmm....

ughhhh...

i have to get up in like four and a half hours and i'm exhausted. however, i haven't had internet for an eon, so i'm catching up. so, i thought i'd stop by and say hi. hi. i'm moved into my loft in long beach and it's great. except i don't have a place to sit yet. i need a couch. and a lot of other things. we'll see when that happens. it's beautiful here at least. and i met someone. how cute. i'm going to bed.

BONG!!!!

4-10-09

i'm stalling and wasting time. i'm such an idiot. oh well, i need to refresh.

lately, i've been reading mr. kelly's blog and i realized that he tells a lot of old stories. and that is the main reason i read his blog. so, i thought i should tell an old, entertaining story about me because everyone could use a good quez story.

so, i get a little crazy in vegas. who doesn't? i have a million crazy vegas stories. they say what happens in vegas, stays in vegas, but how fun is that? but i'm going to tell a stupid vegas story. well, not stupid, moreso how did that happen sort of thing. i drop lots of money in vegas. thousands sometimes. i've gotten into all sorts of problems because of it. i also win big in vegas every so often. i lose more than i win for sure, but those times when you take thousands of extra cash home is an amazing feeling. i'm good at playing twenty-one. good enough to hold my own and take advantage of my opportunities. which is what you have to do because it's almost all luck, but you can take advantage of luck if you know what you're doing. and i know what i'm doing. so, this particular story takes place at the excalibur. the previous night, i had dropped a thousand or so there. but on this night, i was up like four thousand dollars. i was on the hottest streak of my life. me and my friends were having a blast and were pretty damn drunk. but it's all good when you're winning. and then the most amazing thing happened. i mean movie like amazing. the casino did something you only hear about in legends. they brought in a 'cooler'. if you don't know what a 'cooler' is, they are the dealers that the casino brings in to shut down hot players. don't ask me how they do it, but they are very good at what they do. i know, you're thinking, "it wasn't a cooler. you just went cold." nope, this guy wasn't on the floor all night. they brought him in just for me. this cooler's name was jackie. he was a seriously high energy guy and was pretty damn funny. he walks up and is our best friend. jackie goes to work and is chatting it up with us. we start losing right away, but i'm not betting big, so i'm alright hanging out, laughing, and having a good time. then the pit boss walks by and grabs a stack of my chips and puts them out as my bet! he says, "that's not a bet, this is a bet." well, i feel challenged, like oh well i can handle this five hundred dollar bet. i pushed. so, i leave the bet out there. and i lose. well, jackie looks at me, aims his thumbs at his mouth like dicks and shouts "BONG!" and this is how it went the rest of the night as jackie proceeded to take all of my money. now, if i had been sober, i might have gotten up after that first 'bong' but i was drunk. and when you're drunk, you get big balls and think you can do anything. but trust me friends, no one can beat a cooler. and right after me and my friends left the table, jackie went home. just like that. my friends tell this story all the time. and that's how i lost four g's and saw a myth come to life.

next posts will be moving stories about moving.

oh, the new strung out is amazing. well, it's not really new, it's all their b-sides and rarities, but those are some of strung out's best songs.