Sometimes, I do stuff
So, after a few people, specifically women of notable physical attraction, made comments recently about me posting more, I figured I'd give it a whirl.
Friday night:
I was going to briefly attend my company's annual picnic, as this year they were having it at a Tiger's game. I was only going to stay for the food and the prize drawing, which included portable DVD players and an iPod. But I decided the timing was too close, and instead headed to Mac's bar in Lansing for their BBQ show.
Seven bands (I believe), including my brother's new band making their first public showing, and Hundred, which is a fun bunch of guys, including THE Dale Dixon. I think the bands outnumbered the audience at the show, and it was ridiculously long. Including the BBQ, I was there a little over 9 hours.
Towards the end, things degenerated into a round-buying contest. Shortly thereafter was the absolute highlight: an academic debate about Slayer. Everyone quickly agreed Reign in Blood was the best album, but the second best was hotly contested. Apparently, drummers like God Hates Us All, and Flasters prefer South of Heaven and, yes, Seasons in the Abyss. I mostly just stood there and exclaimed how happy I was to witness such an event.
I got out of there a little after 3, and after a quick nap in my car, got home in time for Ursa to have me up to serve breakfast at 7:30. Apparently, there was enough drinking that, after everyone crashed at the hotel room my brother got, the drummer squatted on a table and tried to crap into the bassist's shoe. Brilliant.
Saturday:
After some work around the house, headed off to South Lyon for a wedding reception. The wedding was a month or two ago in Cancun, and they were having a casual reception. Normally, the caterers keep a crapload of food in the kitchen, and bring it out to you Piece By Piece. But Kim's mom was doing it all herself, so everything was out all at once. Standard BBQ food (chicken, corn, potato salad), plus Korean BBQ, plus some of their homemade Kim Chi, which was mostly stems by the time I got to it. I think I had more beef this weekend than in the entire past year, let's hear it for Hardening of the Arteries.
I was disappointed to see Vivek there, a guy from Yazaki I never cared for; imagine a man so pompous people keep him around as a clown. I just wonder if he knows. I got 2 seconds into a conversation with him and realized I had had enough to last a few more years.
Next was Dearborn, and Craig's going away party. He's transferring to Chicago, but staying with Ford. Ford has a program to encourage people to be willing to move to different areas, and they take advantage of this opportunity to waste some serious money, according to some drunk girl who does accounting for Ford. I know that they are giving Craig a huge cost-of-living pay raise, and are taking care of his house for him. That is, they will sell it for him, and if it doesn't sell, they'll buy it.
Pretty boring party, with boring people. Got to see Chapekis, or quite possibly a pod person, as I don't remember Chapekis coming to parties to be a social butterfly. After a few hours, I realized I was wasting time being at a party I didn't like when there was a much better party expecting me. So, with a quick goodbye, I headed off to Detroit.
Theater Noir was pretty good. I got there at 2, and immediately went with Gypsy on a cup mission for an hour. So I got inside at 3; I was getting worn down a bit, and my knee was killing me, but it was nice to see people I don't see enough, and see some fun acts. I did throw together a Clark Kent costume, which is a Superman costume with slacks and a white collared shirt over it. It didn't show through as much as I hoped, and my spit curl didn't stick, but it was pretty good.
I was having enough fun that 5 am snuck up on me; I interrupted a guy talking to let Chassy know that, if we left right then, he could sleep for an hour at my house. Even though it would have been ridiculous, I kinda wish we had talked on our cell phones while we caravaned to my house, we had had a good conversation going. By the time we got to my house, I was too tired to even exchange a basic goodbye.
So, after 7 months of being a Fuddy Duddy, I got to see the sun rise two nights/days in a row. It's nice to know I can still pull that crap off.
Friday night:
I was going to briefly attend my company's annual picnic, as this year they were having it at a Tiger's game. I was only going to stay for the food and the prize drawing, which included portable DVD players and an iPod. But I decided the timing was too close, and instead headed to Mac's bar in Lansing for their BBQ show.
Seven bands (I believe), including my brother's new band making their first public showing, and Hundred, which is a fun bunch of guys, including THE Dale Dixon. I think the bands outnumbered the audience at the show, and it was ridiculously long. Including the BBQ, I was there a little over 9 hours.
Towards the end, things degenerated into a round-buying contest. Shortly thereafter was the absolute highlight: an academic debate about Slayer. Everyone quickly agreed Reign in Blood was the best album, but the second best was hotly contested. Apparently, drummers like God Hates Us All, and Flasters prefer South of Heaven and, yes, Seasons in the Abyss. I mostly just stood there and exclaimed how happy I was to witness such an event.
I got out of there a little after 3, and after a quick nap in my car, got home in time for Ursa to have me up to serve breakfast at 7:30. Apparently, there was enough drinking that, after everyone crashed at the hotel room my brother got, the drummer squatted on a table and tried to crap into the bassist's shoe. Brilliant.
Saturday:
After some work around the house, headed off to South Lyon for a wedding reception. The wedding was a month or two ago in Cancun, and they were having a casual reception. Normally, the caterers keep a crapload of food in the kitchen, and bring it out to you Piece By Piece. But Kim's mom was doing it all herself, so everything was out all at once. Standard BBQ food (chicken, corn, potato salad), plus Korean BBQ, plus some of their homemade Kim Chi, which was mostly stems by the time I got to it. I think I had more beef this weekend than in the entire past year, let's hear it for Hardening of the Arteries.
I was disappointed to see Vivek there, a guy from Yazaki I never cared for; imagine a man so pompous people keep him around as a clown. I just wonder if he knows. I got 2 seconds into a conversation with him and realized I had had enough to last a few more years.
Next was Dearborn, and Craig's going away party. He's transferring to Chicago, but staying with Ford. Ford has a program to encourage people to be willing to move to different areas, and they take advantage of this opportunity to waste some serious money, according to some drunk girl who does accounting for Ford. I know that they are giving Craig a huge cost-of-living pay raise, and are taking care of his house for him. That is, they will sell it for him, and if it doesn't sell, they'll buy it.
Pretty boring party, with boring people. Got to see Chapekis, or quite possibly a pod person, as I don't remember Chapekis coming to parties to be a social butterfly. After a few hours, I realized I was wasting time being at a party I didn't like when there was a much better party expecting me. So, with a quick goodbye, I headed off to Detroit.
Theater Noir was pretty good. I got there at 2, and immediately went with Gypsy on a cup mission for an hour. So I got inside at 3; I was getting worn down a bit, and my knee was killing me, but it was nice to see people I don't see enough, and see some fun acts. I did throw together a Clark Kent costume, which is a Superman costume with slacks and a white collared shirt over it. It didn't show through as much as I hoped, and my spit curl didn't stick, but it was pretty good.
I was having enough fun that 5 am snuck up on me; I interrupted a guy talking to let Chassy know that, if we left right then, he could sleep for an hour at my house. Even though it would have been ridiculous, I kinda wish we had talked on our cell phones while we caravaned to my house, we had had a good conversation going. By the time we got to my house, I was too tired to even exchange a basic goodbye.
So, after 7 months of being a Fuddy Duddy, I got to see the sun rise two nights/days in a row. It's nice to know I can still pull that crap off.