eeeeeYO -- thanks to everyone who participated in Andy Day and/or the concert and/or the Vortex party ... it's always a major shock to wake up in the morning to a silent house after so much fun was had. Viewing the aftermath like it was a fingerprint of the party... you know, walking around, seeing stuff laying around, trying to reconstruct the situation that led to how a particular drink got placed there, etc. Maybe I overthink things, probably what I get for waking up at 10.
Mad props to Andy for taking the game into overtime... I believe the festivities started around 1pm, I heard rumors it continued with flasks later on, and he was right there with us till like 5 or 6am. He looks more sober than everyone else in most pictures as well. Un-freaking-believable.
My vacuum cleaner is LOUD. Abnormally loud. Which is why I put on earplugs. But I think removing the sense of hearing helps keep me focused on cleaning. I like it.
My ears hurt somewhat, not sure if it's from playing in the concert, or the loud music played on the Vortex dance floor. Or me shouting at karaoke. My ears feel like they need a break anyhow.
Apparantly I got tips. A nickel on my bedroom floor. A dime in the upstairs bathroom counter, along with a piece of chewed gum stuck to the countertop.
David left his keys and jacket here, AGAIN. Hung it on my vacuum cleaner of all places. This is two parties in a row I've had to go downtown to deliver his crap to him! I never actually catch him leaving the Vortex, so I don't know how he gets home, but I assume he catches a cab. I swear that guy leaves a trail of stuff wherever he goes..
I remember finishing the evening strong singing karaoke w/ Jet next to me. Apparantly I passed out sitting upright on the futon, with microphone in hand. I remember coming to, and noticing Jet was gone, which made me sad. But I thought only like 5 minutes had passed, but uh, apparantly more had...
Went to dad's today and we made won ton soup. It was therapeutic for my cold. It's times like this that make me sooo glad my folks can make such awesome Chinese home cooking. I think I've helped make enough stuff that I could do it on my own, but the proof is in the doing huh. Called mom, she's doing great. She had really good seafood yesterday, an interesting setup where you go buy seafood at the local market, then bring it to the restaurant where you tell them how you want it cooked, and they just do it! Fascinating.
k, think bacon is good for a cold? My mind is coming up with all sorts of faux reasons...
About a 4 minute spot ... check it out if you get a chance. I'm even in there for like 1 second! :P
Congrats Alan! and everyone in PSSO! and THE GROUPIES!! :P
Anyhow part of the routine is to check out their sporting goods, I'm always on the lookout for a nice, worn-in baseball glove, which by the way does NOT exist as far as I'm concerned, or else they're snapped up like hotcakes as soon as they're put out. I'm also on the lookout for old tennis racquets, mostly for enterainment value... all those behemoth aluminum racquets that were popular before graphite became standard, old beat-up wooden tennis racquets, goofy hybrid racquetball/tennis racquets...
A few weeks ago two racquets caught my eye: One was a Bancroft Bjorn Borg Personal, the other a Wilson Jack Kramer Autograph edition. It's pretty rare to find these in the first place, but what startled me is that these racquets were BRAND NEW, as in they had never even been strung! Completely shiny, with original gloss and everything:
I didn't know what they were worth, but at 3 bucks a pop, I had to snatch them. Six bucks for the two racquets, a no-brainer.
I thought about putting them up on the wall in my bedroom, which woulda been kinda cool, but last week I went through a neat freak phase, and no way, they had to go. So off to Ebay they went, and holy smokes! The Borg sold for $122, and the Jack Kramer for $57! Lots of European bidders for the Borg (he was Swedish), some dude from The Netherlands won it. And the Jack Kramer was won by a guy in California who says that Jack Kramer actually lives across the street from him, he's gonna have him sign the racquet! Good stuff.
Many of these inconsiderate meatheads remain so up till the day they move out, and usually leave behind a bunch of junk like a big turd before skipping town. Most of it's crap, but my dad keeps it around for quite a while before giving up on returning it.
Now this junk is not always bad stuff... over the years I can't tell you how many times my dad asked, "Can you use this?" and I'm like SURE... getting my grubby hands on all sorts of goodies: full computers (!) monitors, satellite TV receivers, modems, network switches, cables...
And most recently, a keyboard. Sure, I could always use another keyboard, who couldn't?
Nice relatively new Microsoft tactile-feel keyboard. But whoa, what's that on the right?
A prop from Office Space! This thing's worth BUCKS. I think I'll make this Kev's keyboard and switch the stickers periodically to some other subliminal messages... any suggestions?