I’ve had better weekends. The Vikings lost (is it baseball season yet?), my fantasy football team got shellacked AND took a huge hit with two players getting carted out of the game, and my biggest guy won’t play another down the rest of the season.
The worst part? I’ve taken a downward turn in our cribbage tournament. We play a lot (A LOT) of cribbage, and keep track of wins and losses. I’ve been beating Shauna the better part of the year, and haven’t fallen behind since spring. I’ve even been up by as many as 17 games as little as two weeks ago. Now? I’m only up by 9 games. I’m beating her 172-163.
I think it will come down to New Year’s Eve again this year. Last year Shauna was up by only 3 games on the last day. We nearly changed our plans on going out with friends in order to find a clear-cut winner. After 8 games, I decided I wasn’t making up enough ground and conceded around 6:00 PM.
This year we play until Midnight if it means I win.
Recap: 2003 (108 – 121, Shauna wins); 2004 (180 – 168, Jason wins); 2005 (143 – 145, Shauna wins).
Clearly it’s my turn to win this year.
I saw a sign for a new “gentlemen’s club” that’s opening a mere half-block from where I work and a scant 50 steps from my parking spot.
It’s going to be called “Sinners.” Faaaaantastic.
Because I was really getting bored with the three other strip joints gentlemen’s clubs that occupy the two-block radius around my workplace.
Looks like Déja Vu, Choice, and Sex World have some competition. And I have some new creepy people to avoid on my way home at night.
I learned something on Friday night. Did you know that you can go to a bar to see your favorite band (Dazy Head Mazy,) and still have a great time while you and a buddy are drinking O’Doul’s instead of the good stuff? Yeah, we didn’t know that either.
You also don’t have the urge to dance by the stage with the 21 year old college students, buy $90 worth of merchandise, try to drink the bar dry, or mess with the stage lights in the lighting booth. My buddy also didn’t have the urge to buy a baby doll t-shirt, put it on at the merchandise guy/tour manager’s suggestion, and dance for the band. We also stood upright for the entire show.
There might be something to this.
I decided to make my own masthead because I know just enough Photoshop to be dangerous. Like, really dangerous. Enough to make talented graphic artists roll their eyes in horror. Regardless, this was my first attempt and we both ended up really liking it.
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