Feelin' great in 08!
(NOTE: I am nominating this post for cheesiest title)
Welp, another one down. 07 is in the books. All in all, 07 turned out to be one of my better years really. I'm still really happy with the company I work for, I'm in pretty good shape (well not today nor this weekend) and I have a lot of really good people around me.
The highs? Death Valley century was definitely one. The swim season in general was really good for/to me. I look forward to jumping back into that next week. At the risk of sounding cheesy, when I take stock of my friends, co-workers, family etc, the quality of people in my life is at an all-time high right now. So big ups to my peeps!
The lows? Well my grandpa dying is the big one. As much as you anticipate that kind of thing, it always takes the wind out of your sails.
Fucktard of the Year? I know I didn't mention him here much but that honor goes to O.J. Simpson. In the past 13 years, this guy hasn't been able to be brought up without doing something that makes me want to beat him with a shovel. This year, he rose to the occassion by getting himself into trouble and preempting the entire discourse of the media for like two months.
We went to Hogs and Honeys last night (cos we're classy you see). Good times, the VIP booth was basically the area to the left of the mechanical bull (yes mechanical bull). The "bar" was indeed a bar, but apparently they didn't mean to imply that it was stocked. So we had to go down to the regular bar (which was actually very well staffed) and get drinks. Ian had some friends in from Iowa, Wisconsin and Naperville. Most of which were really cool, but one served as proof that some people need to just stay in Iowa away from large metropolitan areas because they only bother people. I swear to christ I can't for the life of me understand how it is that there are places in that state where people in their mid to late 20's still think the wegro white-guy-dressed-like-a-black-rapper is hip (was it ever?). Add to that equation a few pints of whiskey and the picture in your head was in the flesh the last couple days. Luckily that guy didn't stick around long last night (and when he did talk to me, it was usually introducing himself over and over because he didn't remember that he'd been hanging around me and my date for the last two days).
Today Jo and I went to McDonalds...it was the first time I'd been to a McDonalds in years. I'm going to hazard a guess that the last time I was at a McDonalds was at an airport. But since the loop is pretty much a ghost town right now it was the only place open and I was in desparate need of grease. We were accosted by a homeless guy who clearly was mentally handicapped (to put it mildly). He proved it by showing me some wristband that I think was an ID they give people at mental hospitals. I had a Jack Daniels shirt on (cos why wouldn't I?) and he proceeded to deliver a monologue on how much he likes Jack Daniels and how he got drunk with Jack Daniels and his 'whore of a wife' (where he came up with that angle i'll never know). Then I think he threatened to shoot me (but he may have been reenacting something that happened to him) and then started talking about an address up on 7000 N Clark (for those keeping score, this would be somewhere up in Rogers Park). It was amusing, but I felt bad since it was new years day and we were sitting in a fucking MCD's so I gave him a few bucks to get a sandwich. Thus marks the one time I will give homeless people money this year...good thing I got that out of the way up front







