Was in Vegas recently for a conference. It’s really a shot to the senses there. Characters everywhere, flashing lights, giant crowds, money being thrown around, alcohol flowing, and degenerates all about. Perfect place to bring a child if you want them to see the worst part of humanity all at once. I do really love it there.
Went to Steeltown (Pittsburgh) a week later for a baseball and golf trip with a few buddies. You’d really like to think that we got up to no good. Well, the one night we did hit three bars and had appetizers at all three of them. Then ended up at a duelling piano bar. We almost decided to go to the local library but thought we had enough for one evening.
The drive is extremely pleasant to Pittsburgh. Once you get used to their obsession with fireworks and focus on the mountains instead you’re instantly put into a good mood. Their ability to combine ridiculous things in one store is impressive. Fireworks and Karate supplies was a good example of this. “Honey, we need to grab nunchucks, a ninja star, and some fireworks. Look online to see if there’s a local store that provides all of this in one location.”
Old Vegas has kind of a cool vibe. Until you actually want to go to bed. There’s live music cranked until around 3 am. When you are sitting in your hotel room it feels like you are inside of Miley’s Cyrus’ head and are attempting to find a safe place to hide but she’s coming to get you with all of the drugs shortly.
Bill Callahan is my new favourite summer vibe. He just speaks to an acoustic guitar with lyrics that flow effortlessly to the next verse without really making any sense. Bill Callahan also seems like the name of a guy that a 63-year-old man would meet for breakfast every other Sunday at a restaurant called Buddy’s Place. They are known for the $3.99 special – with endless coffee. Bill Callahan stays there for a minimum of 2 hours – then Gloria calls to remind him that she has to head out to get her hair down.
Heading to a cottage for the long weekend. I just enjoy being around water. Don’t even need to go in it. Calming nature noises and a body of water is good for the soul. Until the damn mosquitos come out. There’s nothing more enraging than being eaten alive by those fu**ers. What evolutionary purpose do they have? Bugs that constantly search for blood. When they get the blood they make an extremely annoying itchy bump. They should change the name of Mosquitos to fu**ing a**holes.
While writing all of that I scratched myself 4 times and my blood pressure rose by a significant amount. Wonder what Bill Callahan is up to right now – bet you it’s something cool?
Went to the horse races recently. This was a team event for work. It never really occurred to me that we’d be the youngest group there by about 30 years. This was pointed out to me by a colleague asking me to count how many people had grey hair there. After 10 I stopped and said that they had proved their point. Then they wanted me to continue on. This person no longer works with me (just kidding – I’m hilarious I know).
Pretty sure I’d be dead within 3 minutes if I fought in World War II.
Top 3 worst shirts that I’ve worn/owned at any point of my life.
3 – White Zombie 666 Bad Mutha Fu**a. I was asked to take this shirt off in high school. At the time I was somewhat rebellious (mostly not – this was an act). I put up a bit of a stink and was sent to the Principal’s office (I pretended to have an attitude but I was actually very terrified).
2 – Big Johnson – Softball “slow or fast have a blast”. Ladies couldn’t resist a gangly, geeky, 6’0” tall dude with this shirt on. Surprised that I was single for so long.
1 – Beavis and Butthead Tommy Pull My Finger. Don’t even need to crack a joke about this one. I wore it on my 19th birthday to the strip club in Waterloo. A waitress asked me what I wanted to drink and I instantly went to grab for my ID. Really played it cool Daryl.