Morlando!
I wanted to post something, but there's nothing to talk about. I guess I could break to you how much I am in need of a vacation! You see, at work, I've been made head of the international front for my division. It's not really a promotion or anything; I had always been sort of the point person for the international stuff, but now it's just official. So no pay raise or anything; just more responsibilities, work, and stress. All of which do not help pass time quickly when counting down to Orlando 2009!
Have I mentioned Orlando 2009? Typically a trip out to Florida would be called simply Walt Disney World (insert year). But this year we're doing more than just Walt Disney World. No ma'am! We're also doing Universal Studios Orlando!!! That means Islands of Adventure baby! That means Men in Black The Ride! That means 10 years of wanting to ride Spiderman--- finally fulfilled FTW!
But this trip isn't just introducing one new aspect to the tired old formula. No siree! We're also adding Typhoon Lagoon (water park) to the itinerary! And to sweeten the already sickeningly saccharine sweet plan, we're also miniature golfing and very possibly motor boat cruising! There are just too many things to do with such precious little time.
This is the mother of all trips. And to have my two bestest friends in the entire world with me... I'm just the happiest luckiest person in the world.
Oh, by the way, the trip is in late April.
Arguing the validity of the word "bestest,"
Ricky
Friday, February 20, 2009
Line Etiquette
The nerve of some people.
Have you ever shopped in a Burlington Coat Factory? It's like shopping at a Ross after a tornado piles more shit on the inventory already scattered on the floor.
Huge **CLEARANCE** signs drew me to the racks. I thumbed through the supposed Small and Medium racks, through misplaced XXL and XXXL sizes, and found (after all was said and done) one shirt.
It was a yellow Bayside Tigers school spirit shirt for $5. Perfectly odd for the Orlando trip coming in exactly two months time.
So I jumped in the checkout line. The one and only check out lane that was open. Six people stood in front of me and the clerk was painfully slow.
While waiting in line, I overhear two fat gangsta Mexicans behind me holding piles of clothes. One discusses his desire to buy a big bottle of Burberry cologne. The bottle is behind glass.
A lady heads with her paid-for items toward the exit, turns around, and says "There's a register with NO WAIT diagonally from here."
I take the bait and walk to the other check-out counter, but the fat Mexicans cut me off and beat me there.
So let me draw a picture for you. Two fat Mexicans carrying oversized baggy sweaters to purchase. Me, holding one shirt, worth five bucks, ready to pay with cash. Maybe I have too much faith in humanity, but I half expected them to let me go first since I was ready with my money and only had one dinky shirt.
But nope!!! Fat man #1 went first and the clerk was just as slow as the first one. Then the second fatty checks his items out, takes forever, and then has the gall to ask for the bottle of cologne too! She says that he has to get someone to open the glass case and bring it to her so she can scan it. He LEAVES THE LINE and the clerk slowly finishes scanning his other items, bags them, and waits.
It wasn't till I LOUDLY sighed in displeasure that she cleared the fatty's transaction and rang me up. Fucking people.
But all in all, the shirt was worth it. Plus I got to reaffirm my hatred of fat gangstas.
Hearing the Bayside Tigers growl,
Ricky
The nerve of some people.
Have you ever shopped in a Burlington Coat Factory? It's like shopping at a Ross after a tornado piles more shit on the inventory already scattered on the floor.
Huge **CLEARANCE** signs drew me to the racks. I thumbed through the supposed Small and Medium racks, through misplaced XXL and XXXL sizes, and found (after all was said and done) one shirt.
It was a yellow Bayside Tigers school spirit shirt for $5. Perfectly odd for the Orlando trip coming in exactly two months time.
So I jumped in the checkout line. The one and only check out lane that was open. Six people stood in front of me and the clerk was painfully slow.
While waiting in line, I overhear two fat gangsta Mexicans behind me holding piles of clothes. One discusses his desire to buy a big bottle of Burberry cologne. The bottle is behind glass.
A lady heads with her paid-for items toward the exit, turns around, and says "There's a register with NO WAIT diagonally from here."
I take the bait and walk to the other check-out counter, but the fat Mexicans cut me off and beat me there.
So let me draw a picture for you. Two fat Mexicans carrying oversized baggy sweaters to purchase. Me, holding one shirt, worth five bucks, ready to pay with cash. Maybe I have too much faith in humanity, but I half expected them to let me go first since I was ready with my money and only had one dinky shirt.
But nope!!! Fat man #1 went first and the clerk was just as slow as the first one. Then the second fatty checks his items out, takes forever, and then has the gall to ask for the bottle of cologne too! She says that he has to get someone to open the glass case and bring it to her so she can scan it. He LEAVES THE LINE and the clerk slowly finishes scanning his other items, bags them, and waits.
It wasn't till I LOUDLY sighed in displeasure that she cleared the fatty's transaction and rang me up. Fucking people.
But all in all, the shirt was worth it. Plus I got to reaffirm my hatred of fat gangstas.
Hearing the Bayside Tigers growl,
Ricky
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Horseback
I'm going to go ahead and write this blog, but you probably won't see it until later in the year. Reason? Pyong is threatening me at knifepoint not to make this public.
I'm kidding.
I've got to keep this entry private until I tell my parents about... MY TATTOO!
YES! After so many years of threatening and wanting, I finally said to myself, you know, I'm 27. I will get a tattoo if I want one.
But it's always a matter of what to get. Since maybe the 8th grade, I've had this necklace of my last name in Chinese. The literal translation is "horse." I've been wearing this necklace for perhaps close to a decade now? I just really love the way that it is written. And so, I knew that there was nothing more I wanted on my back than my own last name.
But enough about the selection process. What you really want to know is... did it hurt?
The answer is an unequivocal YES!
After asking Angel Wing Jasmine and various co-workers what it feels like, I never prepared myself for how it actually felt! It really did feel like a scalpel slicing your flesh open. And the shortest line feels like an eternity. I'd say that the outline part was the worst of it though. When he colored in the design, it hurt too, but I don't remember it hurting as much. Maybe it's because my flesh started to get numb. Who knows? But I will stress that it still hurt like a bitch.
I kept my eyes shut and kept trying to rap this one verse from In The Heights, but I couldn't get passed two lines because once he drove the needle into my back, I became like a skipping record. I just couldn't think of anything else but the pain and found myself forgetting the lyrics and thus repeating the same line over and over.
During the tattooing, I said to myself: "This is the one and only tattoo I'm ever getting."
But as I sit here simply loving my new tattoo and thinking how awesome it feels on my back, I'm thinking more may be in the cards. I just need to find the absolute right image. Because not only is it with you for the rest of your life, but it hurts like a mother and so it has to be absolutely worth it.
Becoming a biker babe,
Ricky
I'm going to go ahead and write this blog, but you probably won't see it until later in the year. Reason? Pyong is threatening me at knifepoint not to make this public.
I'm kidding.
I've got to keep this entry private until I tell my parents about... MY TATTOO!
YES! After so many years of threatening and wanting, I finally said to myself, you know, I'm 27. I will get a tattoo if I want one.
But it's always a matter of what to get. Since maybe the 8th grade, I've had this necklace of my last name in Chinese. The literal translation is "horse." I've been wearing this necklace for perhaps close to a decade now? I just really love the way that it is written. And so, I knew that there was nothing more I wanted on my back than my own last name.But enough about the selection process. What you really want to know is... did it hurt?
The answer is an unequivocal YES!
After asking Angel Wing Jasmine and various co-workers what it feels like, I never prepared myself for how it actually felt! It really did feel like a scalpel slicing your flesh open. And the shortest line feels like an eternity. I'd say that the outline part was the worst of it though. When he colored in the design, it hurt too, but I don't remember it hurting as much. Maybe it's because my flesh started to get numb. Who knows? But I will stress that it still hurt like a bitch.I kept my eyes shut and kept trying to rap this one verse from In The Heights, but I couldn't get passed two lines because once he drove the needle into my back, I became like a skipping record. I just couldn't think of anything else but the pain and found myself forgetting the lyrics and thus repeating the same line over and over.
During the tattooing, I said to myself: "This is the one and only tattoo I'm ever getting."
But as I sit here simply loving my new tattoo and thinking how awesome it feels on my back, I'm thinking more may be in the cards. I just need to find the absolute right image. Because not only is it with you for the rest of your life, but it hurts like a mother and so it has to be absolutely worth it.
Becoming a biker babe,
Ricky
Sunday, February 08, 2009
The Proposal Ten Months in the Making
I guess I've made you wait long enough to hear the details of Ellvin Kelvin's perfect proposal. But first, one must understand the lengths he went through to pop this question.
The first we heard about Ellvin Kelvin wanting to propose was months before our Alaskan cruise. He thought it would be incredibly special if he proposed on the ship. Originally we had planned to include Amazing Grace's parents on the cruise, but she had just started a new job and couldn't take the time off.
Ellvin Kelvin was looking for some clever ideas for a memorable proposal. He had asked us about putting the engagement ring inside a golfball because she collects golfballs. So Father Routes and I set out to find a golfball to carve open. Unfortunately, golfballs contain toxic materials inside to help them fly farther. But, on a trip to Big 5 to buy binoculars for the trip, out of nowhere we found a golfball shaped keychain that held lip balm. The ball screwed off to reveal the chapped-lip relief. It was perfect.
Mother Routes scooped out all the lip balm (and saved it in a zip-lock bag of course) and inserted a ring holder and set the ring inside. It was so perfect it was awesome. Then, on the cruise ship, we gave the ball to Ellvin Kelvin.
But alas, it was not-to-be. Ellvin Kelvin did not feel right with all of our family there and none of Amazing Grace's present. After that, time passed with still no proposal.
Then, after I learned that he and Amazing Grace were coming to California for vacation, I proposed two proposal ideas to him, each involving the golfball. The first was to pop the question while riding Soarin' Over California at Disney's California Adventure. During the scene where you fly over Palm Springs, a golfer drives a golfball directly at the riders. I told Ellvin Kelvin to mimic catching the golfball, opening it during the sunset beach scene and asking her for her hand, and then if all went according to plan, she would have said yes during the fireworks sequence. It was corny, but I thought memorable.
The second idea was too stupid to document on this blog. Something about proposing on the ski slopes on a double diamond course. Diamond... get it? Nevermind.
Well, Ellvin Kelvin almost used my idea on Soarin' Over California, but the moment didn't feel right. There were too many people and it was way too loud. So he just looked over at me and shook his head. There would be another time, but would it be soon?
Yes it would. Two days later, Ellvin Kelvin and Amazing Grace went hiking on Mt. Baldy. During the hike, Ellvin Kelvin dropped the golfball in the snow and pointed it out to Amazing Grace. She noticed that it held something inside and immediately began unscrewing it as Ellvin Kelvin dropped to his knee. The rest is history.
So we're in overdrive trying to figure out weeding details. It's on the fasttrack for this Fall, so it's very hectic right now. But everyone is very happy to have Amazing Grace join our family!
Wedding - noun. The process of removing weeds from one's garden.
Ricky
I guess I've made you wait long enough to hear the details of Ellvin Kelvin's perfect proposal. But first, one must understand the lengths he went through to pop this question.
The first we heard about Ellvin Kelvin wanting to propose was months before our Alaskan cruise. He thought it would be incredibly special if he proposed on the ship. Originally we had planned to include Amazing Grace's parents on the cruise, but she had just started a new job and couldn't take the time off.
Ellvin Kelvin was looking for some clever ideas for a memorable proposal. He had asked us about putting the engagement ring inside a golfball because she collects golfballs. So Father Routes and I set out to find a golfball to carve open. Unfortunately, golfballs contain toxic materials inside to help them fly farther. But, on a trip to Big 5 to buy binoculars for the trip, out of nowhere we found a golfball shaped keychain that held lip balm. The ball screwed off to reveal the chapped-lip relief. It was perfect.
Mother Routes scooped out all the lip balm (and saved it in a zip-lock bag of course) and inserted a ring holder and set the ring inside. It was so perfect it was awesome. Then, on the cruise ship, we gave the ball to Ellvin Kelvin.
But alas, it was not-to-be. Ellvin Kelvin did not feel right with all of our family there and none of Amazing Grace's present. After that, time passed with still no proposal.
Then, after I learned that he and Amazing Grace were coming to California for vacation, I proposed two proposal ideas to him, each involving the golfball. The first was to pop the question while riding Soarin' Over California at Disney's California Adventure. During the scene where you fly over Palm Springs, a golfer drives a golfball directly at the riders. I told Ellvin Kelvin to mimic catching the golfball, opening it during the sunset beach scene and asking her for her hand, and then if all went according to plan, she would have said yes during the fireworks sequence. It was corny, but I thought memorable.
The second idea was too stupid to document on this blog. Something about proposing on the ski slopes on a double diamond course. Diamond... get it? Nevermind.
Well, Ellvin Kelvin almost used my idea on Soarin' Over California, but the moment didn't feel right. There were too many people and it was way too loud. So he just looked over at me and shook his head. There would be another time, but would it be soon?
Yes it would. Two days later, Ellvin Kelvin and Amazing Grace went hiking on Mt. Baldy. During the hike, Ellvin Kelvin dropped the golfball in the snow and pointed it out to Amazing Grace. She noticed that it held something inside and immediately began unscrewing it as Ellvin Kelvin dropped to his knee. The rest is history.
So we're in overdrive trying to figure out weeding details. It's on the fasttrack for this Fall, so it's very hectic right now. But everyone is very happy to have Amazing Grace join our family!
Wedding - noun. The process of removing weeds from one's garden.
Ricky
Friday, January 30, 2009
Two Weeks Ago
--Cue Lost flashback noise--
So quickly does two weeks fly. Ellvin Kelvin and Amazing Grace came to town and my oh my, lots happened.
When they came back, we threw a party at our house. We had Hawaiian food, tofu, and veggies. And for dessert, fudgecicles! And oh all the Rock Band we played that night. I think they really enjoyed it.
The next few days, the happy couple did their own thing while Timotei and I went to work. But Friday morning brought about our trip to Mammoth for some snowboarding.
As I mentioned last time, this was my first time snowboarding since my embarrassing snowboard incident that everyone knows about. What's that? I've never actually blogged about that incident? Let's make this quick:
It was back in 2002; winter break when I was still in college. Last documented in my "The Mammoth Prophecies" Route, I attempted to snowboard because everyone was doing it. So I was thrown up on the mountain and told to stay on my heels and I'm good. Well, I wasn't good. Ski lifts were a bitch to get off of and I was falling on my knees and face every seven seconds. Having had enough during a blue intermediate run and able to see the end just out of reach, I unbounded my feet and trekked down the mountain. Even though the walk was a lot longer than I had anticipated, it was still less painful than if I had attempted to falling leaf it down.
So I was never able to live that down and I never wanted to hit the slopes again. But one week ago, I was given the opportunity to prove myself. But I was going to do it right this time. Amazing Grace and I took a three hour adult snowboarding class. I wanted to know if it was just me sucking at another sport or something else.
Lo-and-behold I caught on! It was tough at first, and throughout the day I still fell flat on my face, ass, and knees, but at the attempt to carve! I was carving down the mountain (in short bursts, but carving none the less). Snowboarding was great and I want to go every season now.
The second big event was Disneyland the very next day after we got back from Mammoth. K-mart and Erico Suave got us into the parks. The thing that sucks about going in the off-season is the illusion that the parks are bare ass empty. While the parks do have less crowds, the parks also hire less workers for the rides. So ride capacity was down which created lines for some rides that never have lines (not even in the summer). I'm looking at you Star Tours and Tower of Terror!
We ended the night with Fantasmic! with kick-ass seats thanks to Lethal Lisa and Mother Routes saving space for us. It was exhausting going through both Disneyland and Disney's California Adventure in 10 hours, but we did just about everything we wanted to do. It was just hectic as hell.
Oh and by the way, Ellvin Kelvin proposed to Amazing Grace. But you will have to wait till next time to hear about that!
Did she or didn't she???
Ricky
--Cue Lost flashback noise--
So quickly does two weeks fly. Ellvin Kelvin and Amazing Grace came to town and my oh my, lots happened.
When they came back, we threw a party at our house. We had Hawaiian food, tofu, and veggies. And for dessert, fudgecicles! And oh all the Rock Band we played that night. I think they really enjoyed it.
The next few days, the happy couple did their own thing while Timotei and I went to work. But Friday morning brought about our trip to Mammoth for some snowboarding.
As I mentioned last time, this was my first time snowboarding since my embarrassing snowboard incident that everyone knows about. What's that? I've never actually blogged about that incident? Let's make this quick:
It was back in 2002; winter break when I was still in college. Last documented in my "The Mammoth Prophecies" Route, I attempted to snowboard because everyone was doing it. So I was thrown up on the mountain and told to stay on my heels and I'm good. Well, I wasn't good. Ski lifts were a bitch to get off of and I was falling on my knees and face every seven seconds. Having had enough during a blue intermediate run and able to see the end just out of reach, I unbounded my feet and trekked down the mountain. Even though the walk was a lot longer than I had anticipated, it was still less painful than if I had attempted to falling leaf it down.
So I was never able to live that down and I never wanted to hit the slopes again. But one week ago, I was given the opportunity to prove myself. But I was going to do it right this time. Amazing Grace and I took a three hour adult snowboarding class. I wanted to know if it was just me sucking at another sport or something else.
Lo-and-behold I caught on! It was tough at first, and throughout the day I still fell flat on my face, ass, and knees, but at the attempt to carve! I was carving down the mountain (in short bursts, but carving none the less). Snowboarding was great and I want to go every season now.
The second big event was Disneyland the very next day after we got back from Mammoth. K-mart and Erico Suave got us into the parks. The thing that sucks about going in the off-season is the illusion that the parks are bare ass empty. While the parks do have less crowds, the parks also hire less workers for the rides. So ride capacity was down which created lines for some rides that never have lines (not even in the summer). I'm looking at you Star Tours and Tower of Terror!
We ended the night with Fantasmic! with kick-ass seats thanks to Lethal Lisa and Mother Routes saving space for us. It was exhausting going through both Disneyland and Disney's California Adventure in 10 hours, but we did just about everything we wanted to do. It was just hectic as hell.
Oh and by the way, Ellvin Kelvin proposed to Amazing Grace. But you will have to wait till next time to hear about that!
Did she or didn't she???
Ricky
Monday, January 19, 2009
Wow! I Got Shammed!
Well, I haven't exactly tried the ShamWow yet (very seldom does soda land on the carpet), but one thing is clear, this product is not the real ShamWow! Farghhh!
I unrolled one of the sets in my possession and noticed that the only thing printed on them is "Made in Germany; 100% Rayon." I know for a fact, because a co-worker showed me his set, that the true ShamWows have the ShamWow logos on them.
Even though they're an imitation, they still feel like the real thing. My only concern right now is if they used a real ShamWow for the demonstration and sold their fake one. If these shammies don't work as described, I might have to shut that cart down. Unethical business practice man, selling an imitation as the real thing.
Asswipes.
Initiating tests,
Ripped Off
Well, I haven't exactly tried the ShamWow yet (very seldom does soda land on the carpet), but one thing is clear, this product is not the real ShamWow! Farghhh!
I unrolled one of the sets in my possession and noticed that the only thing printed on them is "Made in Germany; 100% Rayon." I know for a fact, because a co-worker showed me his set, that the true ShamWows have the ShamWow logos on them.
Even though they're an imitation, they still feel like the real thing. My only concern right now is if they used a real ShamWow for the demonstration and sold their fake one. If these shammies don't work as described, I might have to shut that cart down. Unethical business practice man, selling an imitation as the real thing.
Asswipes.
Initiating tests,
Ripped Off
Saturday, January 17, 2009
A ShamSucker Born Every Minute
After 36,208 viewings of the infomercial, I finally caved in and bought a ShamWow set. That's four towels total; one for the house, the car, the boat, the RV.
In a few days I will blog about my experience with the ShamWow, but so far it has done an admirable job soaking up my $20.
But ya'll need to watch the infomercial done in front of your eyes. I saw a live demonstration at The Block in Orange and, dagnabbit, I challenge anyone to resist its charm.
But we shall soon see.
Shopping QVC,
Ricky
After 36,208 viewings of the infomercial, I finally caved in and bought a ShamWow set. That's four towels total; one for the house, the car, the boat, the RV.
In a few days I will blog about my experience with the ShamWow, but so far it has done an admirable job soaking up my $20.
But ya'll need to watch the infomercial done in front of your eyes. I saw a live demonstration at The Block in Orange and, dagnabbit, I challenge anyone to resist its charm.
But we shall soon see.
Shopping QVC,
Ricky
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Good Times; Good Eats; Getting Fat
It's a good time right now. Scrubs is back for a supposed final season (and it is really good) and Lost is almost back!!! Erico Suave, MacArthur, The Coxsmiths, and I just booked our flights to Orlando for our Spring Attractioning in Walt Disney World! Also Ellvin Kelvin is coming back in a few days with Amazing Grace. We are going to go snowboarding (first time since my infamous walk-down-the-mountain of shame) and visit Disneyland.
But there's always a catch. Usually by this time each year, I shed my extra holiday poundage. Not so much this year. I'm still a bloated cow. I went from being extra skinny with the help of P90X, but Thanksgiving, Las Vegas, and Christmas interrupted my 90 days and now I'm as big as ever.
Well I'm trying to put a stop to it. As I may have mentioned, we are going to visit a water park in Florida this year. That means I've got to get my six pack back in T-minus three months. Shit. You'd think I'd stop eating so much, but no.
Maybe I'll just wear a stylish shawl around my waist at all times.
Maybe,
Ricky
It's a good time right now. Scrubs is back for a supposed final season (and it is really good) and Lost is almost back!!! Erico Suave, MacArthur, The Coxsmiths, and I just booked our flights to Orlando for our Spring Attractioning in Walt Disney World! Also Ellvin Kelvin is coming back in a few days with Amazing Grace. We are going to go snowboarding (first time since my infamous walk-down-the-mountain of shame) and visit Disneyland.
But there's always a catch. Usually by this time each year, I shed my extra holiday poundage. Not so much this year. I'm still a bloated cow. I went from being extra skinny with the help of P90X, but Thanksgiving, Las Vegas, and Christmas interrupted my 90 days and now I'm as big as ever.
Well I'm trying to put a stop to it. As I may have mentioned, we are going to visit a water park in Florida this year. That means I've got to get my six pack back in T-minus three months. Shit. You'd think I'd stop eating so much, but no.
Maybe I'll just wear a stylish shawl around my waist at all times.
Maybe,
Ricky
Monday, January 05, 2009
Sans Soul
It's 2009 and that usually means "New Year - New You."
But I'm facing something terribly disturbing at the moment. I am finding that I think my soul is dissolving. What brought this thought on actually happened months ago, but only now did I put together the pieces.
What happened?
I was in the shower running down my third bar of Lever 2000 when it occurred to me to combine the three worn down mini-bars into one normal sized one. I took the three pieces into my hand and compressed them tightly, like Superman turning coal into diamonds. However, no matter how tightly I crushed them in my hand, they would not meld into one. When I was younger, merging two soap pieces was such an easy occurrence, but now it seems like such an impossible phenomenon.
Which brings me to my only logical conclusion: I no longer have a soul. It's the only explanation for not having the warmth in my palms to form new life (by which I do mean the soap).
You may think I'm full of crap, but there is just no other reasoning for it. Please pray for me.
Taking me not so seriously,
Ricky
It's 2009 and that usually means "New Year - New You."
But I'm facing something terribly disturbing at the moment. I am finding that I think my soul is dissolving. What brought this thought on actually happened months ago, but only now did I put together the pieces.
What happened?
I was in the shower running down my third bar of Lever 2000 when it occurred to me to combine the three worn down mini-bars into one normal sized one. I took the three pieces into my hand and compressed them tightly, like Superman turning coal into diamonds. However, no matter how tightly I crushed them in my hand, they would not meld into one. When I was younger, merging two soap pieces was such an easy occurrence, but now it seems like such an impossible phenomenon.
Which brings me to my only logical conclusion: I no longer have a soul. It's the only explanation for not having the warmth in my palms to form new life (by which I do mean the soap).
You may think I'm full of crap, but there is just no other reasoning for it. Please pray for me.
Taking me not so seriously,
Ricky
Thursday, January 01, 2009
20096,000
You can try all you want to find the hidden meaning behind this entry's title, but you ain't gonna find nothin' significante.
To be honest, I'm just a big "In The Heights" freak.
I'm sitting here at this moment watching the Rose Parade. It's the first time in a long while since I've watched it live or even cared to watch it in general. I'm so glad that this parade is still a great big deal for people. It's such a nice parade with a great gimmick; floats covered in organic material.
I watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade earlier this year and while I enjoyed it, giant balloons isn't as exciting as animated floats covered in flowers. That might have sounded sarcastic, but I'm dead serious. I'm really enjoying this parade. It must be due to my older age because it's actually bringing me delight.
Well, we rang in the new year playing Rock Band 2 and drinking J Cuvee Brut 20. But this time, the champagne tasted.......................................... different. I'm just not so sure about it anymore. Maybe it wasn't chilled long enough, but it had a plasticky taste this time around. And it wasn't as appley as I remembered. So, I think I'm back to Martinelli's Sparkling Cider and hard liquor shots.
Everyone have a safe new year. Hopefully this year will prove better than last year with Obama at the helm. DON'T TEXT AND DRIVE!
Stopping to smell the roses,
Ricky
You can try all you want to find the hidden meaning behind this entry's title, but you ain't gonna find nothin' significante.
To be honest, I'm just a big "In The Heights" freak.
I'm sitting here at this moment watching the Rose Parade. It's the first time in a long while since I've watched it live or even cared to watch it in general. I'm so glad that this parade is still a great big deal for people. It's such a nice parade with a great gimmick; floats covered in organic material.
I watched the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade earlier this year and while I enjoyed it, giant balloons isn't as exciting as animated floats covered in flowers. That might have sounded sarcastic, but I'm dead serious. I'm really enjoying this parade. It must be due to my older age because it's actually bringing me delight.
Well, we rang in the new year playing Rock Band 2 and drinking J Cuvee Brut 20. But this time, the champagne tasted.......................................... different. I'm just not so sure about it anymore. Maybe it wasn't chilled long enough, but it had a plasticky taste this time around. And it wasn't as appley as I remembered. So, I think I'm back to Martinelli's Sparkling Cider and hard liquor shots.
Everyone have a safe new year. Hopefully this year will prove better than last year with Obama at the helm. DON'T TEXT AND DRIVE!
Stopping to smell the roses,
Ricky
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
