I busted out ‘Flagpole Sitta’
November 23, 2008
Karaoke. Alone. Sober. In public.
Karaoke. Alone. Sober. In public.
Karaoke. Alone. Sober. In public.
Even if the cult did turn out to be nothing but a big game, I still walked away with a great story. And we didn’t let it ruin our day, closing out things with a drink on the 52nd floor and some family style chinese dining.
I like to preach the difference between walking & talking. Today I practiced. It all went horribly wrong, but A for Awesome story.
Bad decisions and missed connections.
A guy I hung out with at SXSW made it on CNN by unstealing his XBOX and my mom exposes me to a new season of American Idol.
Between quitting my job and sifting through all the junk I had accumulated in my few years out of school, I made time to watch sports and throw down with the McDonald’s drive-up window boy.
A visit to the latest mini-saucer and my afternoon Mini test drive, which forever sealed our fate as soul mates. Plus, a little TGIF surprise.
Two Tyler shows in a row ended in half our company closing down a bar and continuing the party at Dora’s.
Adventures with Tyler, Katie, Andy, & Jordan continue to bring the fun. I keep up my side of being a Colts fan and Tyler delivers what is perhaps the best dog story ever.
A chill evening of music at Spin turns in to a crazy night at Red Room, yielding some memorable phone calls and hilarious moments.
Last night was a game night that will never be matched in levels of fun and hilarity.
There are perks to a huge time difference. I get hilarious stores of late night adventures fresh off the press before it’s even time for dinner.
Johnny earned a SOTD from FWA and turned out a smart & funny interview for the site.
I had a great late night adventure taking my router in to the ER. I ran up to Lafayette to buy my new bowling ball, and I dropped off some CMB photos to the cute boy at Java Roaster.
Breaking news and the resulting lack of anything entertaining on the TV motivated me to try to go rock climbing. I remembered too late that I wasn’t completely sure where it was, so I was too late to climb, but just in time for a night of unexpected entertainment.
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