Well, for the 11th year in a row, I was not drafted to play in the NBA.
Every year, I declare myself eligable for the NBA draft, and every
year, I’m disappointed. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. I’m fairly
confidant, that had there been another pick, I would have been drafted.
Instead, here I sit, a free agent. You would think I would get a call
from SOME team, like the Hawks or Hornets. Not the Clippers, though. If
they called, I would tell them they have the wrong number.

Today at work we had a food day. We had hot dogs and sloppy joes and
all sorts of stuff. I had an idea, putting sloppy joes on my hot dog,
you know, sorta like it was a chilli dog. We also cookies, cake, donut
holes and bagels. The thing about the bagel, is that its sorta like the
donut’s ugly cousin. Don’t get me wrong, I like bagels. I mean, they
are ok. But, given the choice, I would always choose the donut. Its a
lot better. Face it, you have to put cream cheese on a bagel to make it
taste good, sorta like how the ugly cousin has to put on a lot of
make-up look good. People always settle for the bagel, just like they
settle for the ugly cousin. Yet, if something better comes along, they
always ditch the bagel/ugly cousin for the better offer. Now, I would
feel sorry for the ugly cousin, but I don’t feel sorry for the bagel.
After all, the bagel is moving in on the donut’s territory. After all,
Dunkin Donuts now sells bagels. And like the ugly cousin, the bagel is
looking for acceptance from everybody, where as the donut and the
hottie are very confident in their own abilities. As well they should.
I mean, after all you can’t beat a donut. Ok, so Oreos beat donuts, but
donuts are still great.

I did something only I could do today. I will skip part of the story,
but lets just say, it ends with me smacking my head on a glass dish!
No, it didn’t break, and yeah, I was ok, but I have a slight headache
and a bump on my head.

I was reading an article in the paper about race relations in the south
and it got me to thinking. I don’t mean to touch a nerve here (I think
I can safely assume that pretty much, everybody that reads this will
not be offended) but why do they still have that flag? The confederate
flag. The sterotype (and, its pretty true, I might add) is that the
south is the most patriotic part of the country. Then, why do they hold
so dear a flag of the time when they tried breaking away and starting
their own country? In addtion to the fact that it represents not only
the worst time in American history, but also something that is shameful
and filled with injustice: slavery. If the south is so patriotic, then
why can’t they let it go already? Its like a person that remarries, but
refuses to take off the old wedding band. Clearly, this flag causes
more harm then good. Now, I know people in the south like to say its
about pride. But, honestly, how can you be proud of the fact that you
supported slavery. And, you supported breaking away from the rest of
the country, the country that they claim to hold so dear today?

I don’t expect southerners to understand or emphasize with the people
this flag so greatly offends, such as myself or blacks. After all,
racism is still very real and prevalent in the south. Not that its
right, but more on that later. But, from a mere patriotic standpoint,
how can they claim to be patriotic, yet salute a flag that is
from…………well, from another country, which is what that flag is.
These same people that say America is the best country in the world and
if  you fuck with it, will kick your ass and come down like a ton
of bricks against anybody who doesn’t say America is the best country
in the world are the same people that wanted to leave America and start
their own country. Is it just me, or is that just a tad bit
hypocritical? They damn nearly tore this country apart some 145 years
ago, yet they pretend to be all about the red, white and blue. Well, I
say, if you are so damn patriotic, then tear down that damn flag. It
does not belong in this country.

Now, being in America, they certainly have the right to have it up and
salute it. That is where the citizens come in. In this sort of
situation, it can only come down if enough people protest it and put
enough pressure to force change. We live in a country that does give us
the right to believe what ever we want to believe, which is truely a
great thing. But, this awful flag does far more harm than good. Plus,
if they were truely committed to this country, they would remove that
flag forever. This is America, damnit. One flag and one flag only.

Southerners still haven’t gotten over the war. I don’t mean the Iraq
war or even Vietnam. No, I mean the damn civil war. Some blacks want
reparations for slavery, and yet, white southerners tell them to “just
get over it.” Well, hows about you take down that flag, and maybe
blacks will “get over it.” After all, they were the victims here, not
you. White southerners refuse to even consider “getting over it.” They
won’t vote for a presidental candidate unless somebody on the ticket is
from the south. Yet, they expect us to just let it go when another KKK
member goes on trial for a murder of a black person from 40 years ago.
This is a murder! And, shit, if you can’t let the damn civil war go,
how can we let these criminals escape justice? 150 years later, and the
feelings and emotions still rage on. Why can’t they just accept it?
They lost. The country, and the world, is by far a better place for it,
not only for blacks, but for whites and all of humanity.

Just think if they moved past this and we started working toward unity,
understanding, and acceptance what we as a society could accomplish.
Instead of neighbor fighting neighbor or co-worker taking down
co-worker,  we would be working  together to make the world a
better place for everybody. Instead of all that time and energy being
focused on hatred and divide, we could focus our resources and hard
work toward building something great. And it all starts with removing a
simple (yet, not so simple) flag and letting old wounds heal.

Man, what is it about sitting in the heat for 5 hours that is so
tiring? Excpet, unlike every other gay guy in the Chicagoland area, I
didn’t go to the parade but instead the Cubs/Sox game. Keith and Scooty
and Chris met at my house about 10:45ish. The drive there was pretty,
not much traffic at all. Got parked and busted out the beanbags and the
grill. Scooty had some trouble getting the grill going, but did manage
to get it lit. We started off beanbags me and Keith against Scooty and
Chris. I picked up right where I left off from yesterday. I was on a
fucking roll. We beat them pretty soundly in 2 games. I was at that
point, undefeated on Scooty’s new beanbag set, and he was winless on
it. See, he has a Sox logo painted on the boxes, and I’m a Cub fan, so
it gives me great satisfaction to kick the Sox fans ass on his own
beanbag set. We then switched up teams. It was Scooty and I. We got
smoked. We played 2 more games and we won, but the games were much
closer and exciting then the others we had played.

We finally headed into the park at about 1:30. The game was to start at
2:05, so this was pretty much perfect. Our seats were great. 3rd base
line, 27th row. Great view of the field. Only one problem. The seats
were in the sun. The row behind us was in the shade. It was brutal
being in the sun. I was hoping for a quickly played game, and that is
exactly what we got, it was done in under 2 1/2 hours. When we first
got there, the 1985 Bears were being honored on the field. They had,
oh, about 10 players from the team including Walter Payton’s wife to
represent him. It was cool. Damn, I can’t believe its been 20 years.
Doesn’t seem like it at all.

I was worried about the game today. This was Mark Prior’s first game
back since his nasty injury. He had no rehab starts in the minors, so I
didn’t know what to expect. Turns out, he didn’t need any rehab starts.
It was like he didn’t miss a beat. He was practically unhittable. On
the other hand, so was Sox starter Jon Garland (he is so HOT!!!!).

We happened to be sitting in front of some asshole Sox fans. Of course,
I went to the game with 3 Sox fans, but they weren’t riding me nearly
as bad as these fuckers behind us. I was cheering when Jeromy Burnitz
caught the last out of an inning. One of them (the weird part is that
they were cute………usually, cute guys aren’t this crude) was
yelling at me to “sit down. Go home. Get out of our house. This game
doesn’t mean anything to us. Its just a game. You guys need this game.
This game means nothing to us.” I just stood there, cheering. He would
make comments like this throughout the game. I pretty much ignored him.
The best way to deal with them, is to ignore them. If this game means
nothing to him, why was he getting so fucking pissed off? He would say
things like “we are still the best team in baseball.” Damn, these Sox
fans are so damn insecure. He was like a beauty pagent contestant who
just lost. “I’m beautiful! I’m way prettier than you! Love me damnit!”

Right around the 4th or 5 inning, Chris and I left to run underneath
the shower in left field. For those of you that don’t know, Comiskey
Park actually has a shower in the left field bleachers. The damn thing
was a lifesaver today. It felt SOOOOOO damn good. It was motherfucking
hot out!

The Cubs went on to win the game 2-0. It was a close game, however. The
Cubs had me worried right up until Carl Everett (who, by the way, not
only is against gays, but believes dinosaurs didn’t exist because they
weren’t in the bible……..what a loser!) grounded into the game
ending double play. The Sox fans, being Sox fans, still wouldn’t shut
up saying things like “Lets go Cardinals!” or “50 wins! Still the best
team in baseball.” I pretty much didn’t say anything. And why would I?
The Sox are a WAAAAAY better team than the Cubs, despite the Cubs
taking 2 of 3 this weekend.

I wore my El Train Addison shirt today. After the game, I saw a girl
wearing an El Train 35th Sox Stop shirt! It was great to see another
person that had the same idea as me………..well, sorta the same
idea, except on the south side.

Yesterday, I went back to visit people at AAA. It was so weird being
back in that building. The area I used to work in, the call center, is
still set up, but now they have shit stored in there. There have been
some changes, for example, they have new microwaves. I guess thats what
they spent the money they saved by laying 100 people
off………..microwaves! They had better be damn good microwaves. Like
so good that all you have to do is open the door and the food is done.
Or, how about them pre-chewing the food for you? Shit, Lord knows they
saved a ton of money by dumping 100 people.

It was great to be back. Danel and I goofed around and talked dirty
just like old times. It was nice to see some of the people, others I
could care less to see. I knew I would spend a long time there, and I
did, as I was there for 2 fucking hours. 2  HOURS! Damn, I’m
pathetic. How many people spend 2 hours at the place they used to work?
I was also wearing my “Free the Tadpoles” shirt, which got comments
from people. Its amazing how many people asked what it meant. I thought
it was pretty damn self-explanatory. Several people asked if it was a
band. Now, officially, I don’t know if its a band, so if somebody knows
something I don’t, please fill me in.

Every now and then, we have a drunk weirdo walk up to us while we are
at the bar. It had been a while since it last happened, so we were due.
Last night, some drunk dope came up to us and started talking. I think
he was racist. He kept saying that “the big Mexicans at the end of the
bar sent me here to see if they can play pool.” He also said he was
from Mississippi and made some comment about how his relatives kept a
“pointy white hood” in the trunk. Both of these comments offended me,
but I wasn’t going to make a scene with some drunken loser that was
bigger than me. Then again, everybody is bigger than me .He kept asking
me about my shirt and what it meant, and I kept saying to use his
imagination. For some reason, he then asked me what my GPA was when I
was in school. Now, I love lying to dopes like him, so I gave him some
BS number which he didn’t believe. He said that nobody with a GPA that
high would wear a shirt like that. I was just trying to avoid talking
to him, but he kept talking to Scooty. I swear, Scooty is sometimes too
social for his own good. Eventually though, the guy did leave and all
was right with the word. Oh, and just for the record, even after we
were done playing pool, the guys at the bar never did come over there
to play.

Well, yesterday was the Cubs game in Milwaukee-talkie. I had to pick up
Kelli at 11:30 in the AM and meet at Don’s house at noon. We were a few
minutes late due to shit ass fucking traffic on Weber road. I hate
traffic. And a lot of times it doesn’t make sense. This time, however,
it was because of construction. Anywho, upon getting to Don’s house, he
and the kids had Cubs temporary tattoos on their faces. I was so
envious, I just had to have one. So, Don put one square on my forehead.
Sweeeeeet. We left and headed to grab lunch at Chedder’s about 1ish. I
had a turkey club and French Onion Soup. Man, I love the French Onion
Soup. Then again, onions rule, so that does help. We kept getting looks
at the resturant. Actually, we kept getting looks everywhere we went. I
forgot that I had a temp tattoo on my forehead, which would explain the
looks. Anywho, we got through with lunch at………..whatever time it
was and headed to Milwaukee. Traffic was not bad at all. On the drive
up, we saw a big butch looking chick riding a Harley. Not only wasn’t
she wearing a helmet, but she had her hair in two braids and they were
blowing and flopping every which way. Yes, she was a female, the
confirmation of her femininity was right there on her chest. Still, she
was scary. She could definitely kick my ass. In fact, it wouldn’t even
be close.

Don and Dayna have a portable tv/dvd player they put in the van for the
kids. The cord was not working, so Dayna had taken it apart and was
working on it in the van. She said she needed something small and round
to stick inside there and asked me if I had anything. With a straight
face, I looked at her, looked at my crotch and said “you need something
small?”. I thought that was sorta funny, but she just started laughing
really hard and couldn’t stop. Really, nothing to that story. In fact,
you could even say it was pointless.

We got into Milwaukee early, in fact, about 3:20. We didn’t know what
to do, so we headed to the Miller Brewery. I have been on their tour
once before back in Sept ’98 when Jt and I went to a Cardinals/Brewers
game. The tour was pretty much the same, boring but with free beer at
the end. There were quite a few Cub fans that had the same idea as us,
go for the tour before going to the game. The brewery is close to the
park, so its a pretty convenient way to kill time. Needless to say, I’m
a lightweight and after 3 free beers, I was feeling pretty damn good.
 
We left the brewery about 5PM, and did manage to get slightly lost
heading over to Miller Park. No big deal,  plenty of time, we did
have 2 hours until the game started, after all. After about 5 minutes,
we got un-lost and made it to the park. Even though it was a road game
for the Cubs, the place had to be half filled with Cubs fans. I did not
feel like we were in the minority at all. In fact, just walking around
the stadium, it seemed like there were actually more Cubs fans. We got
some comments from some of the employees. For example, I bought some
dippin dots and asked for chocolate. They said they didn’t have
chocolate for Cubs fans. It was cool, all in good fun, the same type of
comments we get from Sox employees when we go to the Cubs/Sox games.
The thing is, a lot of fans of other teams (like the Brewers, Braves
and so-forth) bitch about Cubs fans showing at their favorite teams
stadiums. Hey, don’t blame us for being supportive. Its not our fault
that you need our help to sell out your park. We wouldn’t be able to go
if you guys actually went to your own games.

We walked to our seats on the 4th deck of the park. We were actually in
the very first row of the upper deck, which made Dayna very nervous.
She was worried that once of us would fall over. I was not very
comfortable with it either, because I don’t like heights, but she got a
little worried everytime her son stood up.

As for the game, things went quickly in the first inning. Cubs starting
pitcher Carlos Zambrano looked good. Then, came the 2nd inning. 8
Brewer runs later, Zambrano was gone and the Cubs were getting their
asses kicked. When Zambrano was taken out of the game, half the stadium
booed, the other half mockingly cheered. From my view, I saw him raise
a hand in the fans direction. I swear, he gave them the finger, but it
was hard to tell. I read in the paper this morning that he just pointed
to the sky like he always does when he comes off the field.

 Its awful to be at a game that goes like that early on. You just
have to keep hoping that your team chips away at the lead, after all,
they have plenty of time to come back. The Cubs, however, couldn’t do
shit with Doug Davis (Brewers starting pitcher) until they finally
scored 3 in the 6th. They never got any closer and lost 9-4. With a
blowout like that, although I still pay close attention to the game, I
also have a chance to look around and check out all the hot guys.
Although I LOVE sports, and added bonus is that there are always a lot
of hot guys at games. And in the summer, most of them have on shorts
showoing off their hot legs and even some of them go shirtless. HOT!

After the game, we sat in the park letting things clear out for a
while. We could see a mass of humanity in the parking lot, so I knew we
wouldn’t be able to go anywhere soon. By the time we got out, it had
cleared out a lot and it actually didn’t take long to get out of the
lot. We managed to get lost a little bit on the way to the expressway,
but did find our way about 10:30 in the PM. Traffic was CRAZY getting
onto the expressway. After all, a lot of fans were going back to
Chicago. After we got on the expressway, things went pretty quick, we
made it home in about an hour and a half. Anywho, I will write more
later.

If you really want to have some fun, let me tell you what to do. You go
to the store. Get yourself a six pack. Go home and call a place of
business that is really busy. Get put on hold and listen to the hold
music and get loaded. Alcohol and hold music. Now thats a winning
combo. Talk about a guaranteed good time.

Work has been sooooo frickin’ hot recently that it drives me nuts. I
hate being hot. Today at work I had to visit our HR department. It was
amazingly cool. I wish I could spend more time in HR. Shit, I have
always wanted to work in an HR department. I know its a chick job (I
have only known one male to ever work in an HR department, and he was a
gay temp) but what a job it must be. Everything is perfect there. At
this job, I walked in and they had donuts and bagels and shit. And the
room was comfortable and a pleasnt environment. At AAA, I swear, the
HR department didn’t do shit except get free lunches everyday. Oh, and
it seemed like they only were there for about 6 hours a day. And
imagine, being in HR, when you finally do have to work, its judging
people to see if they are qualified to work at your company. You get to
know the results of applicants drug tests. You know all the personal
info of every single person in the company. Think of all the gossip you
would get.”Whats that, Mary needs time off because of her herpes
outbreak? Looks like I should cancel my date with her.” “So, Ricky is
on family medical leave because his wife beat the shit out of him
because she caught him with that Madonna impersonator?”  And don’t
forget the power. “Sorry Peggy, no raise for you this year, you cut me
off in the parking lot.” See, if I had the position, I would allow
people to give me bribes. Free food. Money. Sexual favors. And then,
because I’m incorruptible, I would not allow the bribes to change
anything. Basically, HR runs the company, which is funny, because they
are pretty much the equivalent of Congress: controls everything but
doesn’t do shit.

I met Bobby tonight. We went to Heroes and Legends, as we both wanted
to watch the NBA Finals and I wanted to watch the Cubs game and he the
Sox game. We agreed to meet in the parking lot, since the place is
usually pretty busy. I pulled up and saw what I thought was his car. He
was sitting there listening to the Sox game. As I pulled up, I was
listening to the Cubs game. He was taller than I expected, but sorta
cute. We got out and headed into the bar. We got a seat pretty quickly
and the best part about this was that we were surrounded by tvs. Games
everywhere. We actually spent a majority of the night talking about
sports. I think he is the biggest sports fan I know.  I mean, he
even likes arena fucking football for Jeff’s sake. If I didn’t know he
was gay, I wouldn’t suspect a thing. He is also into cars. Like me, the
only gay stereotype he falls into is that he likes guys. He has no gay
qualities at all. And I spent more time talking about sports with him
than just about anybody. The only problem was that he really woudln’t
look at me much when the game was on. I need eye contact, damnit! I
know the game is important, shit, I love sports as much as he does, but
I still make eye contact when somebody is talking to me.

Neither one of us are big drinkers, so we just ordered Cokes. I also
had some ice cream and he had some cheese sticks. With the exception of
the Sox game, the games were pretty close and exciting. The Cubs won
(YAY!!! Lets hope they win tomorrow when I’m at the game) and the Spurs
lost (man, I really HATE the Pistons. Plus, I’ve got lunch riding on
this series) but it was still exciting to watch. One other thing that
sorta pissed me off and maybe its just because I’m not a cell phone
guy. Towards the end of the night, he got a call on his cell phone.
Instead of saying he was busy, he talked for about 5-10 minutes right
in front of me. I don’t know, maybe its just me, but I felt that was
kinda rude. Oh well. He seemed pretty cool. We hit it off. He also goes
camping not too far from where we used to camp in Wisconsin. I think I
might have something here. Now, I’m not saying we are going to have
some sort of relationship, (although I haven’t ruled that out) but I
feel at the very least, we can become pretty good friends.

Oh, I almost forgot. This chick at work tried setting me up with one of
her friends. She said the lady was 33 and asked me if I would be
interested. Being gay, I turned her down, saying “sorry, I don’t do
hook-ups.” Jeez, do I really come off as being straight? Then again, it
wasn’t the first time people have tried to set me up with chicks or
wanted to hook up with me. I think I need to take a class to teach me
how to be more gay.

Is it just me, or has Family Guy been awful since it came back?

Last night I watched I Heart Huckabees. It was way out
there………..very odd. However, I actually liked it. It was funny.
Lilly Tomlin and Dustin Hoffman were prettty funny. If you are the type
that gets high, I would suggest rollin’ some fatties and doobin’ it up
throughout the movie, it might make more sense.

Today we had a picnic with the extended family for Father’s Day. It was
at Veterens Woods on Joliet rd. My aunt and uncle actually arrived
there at 8 in the fucking morning! We didn’t get there til’ about
11:30. Of course, we had beanbags. Before bags, though, we played
catch, as most of us brought our gloves. Every family has their sport
that they love. The Kennedys always play touch football at gatherings.
We play baseball/softball or some variation. The whole time, we had the
Cubs game playing on the radio, who got swept in New York. It wasn’t
too frustrating of a loss, though. Teams go through highs and lows
during a season. Right now, its a low time. On the other
hand………they better start playing better and soon!

After a while, we started playing beanbags. It was Mark and I against
my cousin Matt and his sister, Ann. I was throwing against her and was
awful. At one point, Mark said “You are losing to a girl!” and my rude
ass cousin Tony (one of Ann’s other brothers) said “yeah, look who you
are talking to though.” This pisses me off. I shot back in a pissed off
tone “Thats funny. You are a funny guy.” I’m good-natured and usually
can take people ripping on me. In fact, I find it funny when others rip
on me about being gay.  I am not out to him, but he suspects as
much. The thing is, he is always making some sort of rude comment to
me, whether its about gays or other things. He is a bit of a racist and
that of course pisses me off. Sometimes its not the comments that are
upsetting, but who they come from. And because he has a history of
being a dick, I did not like that. It is my fault, though, that I allow
him to say some of the shit he says to me. That is changing, though and
it starts with today. Next time he askes me an embarrassing question or
says something rude, I’m going to flat out say “why do you say things
like that to me? I don’t ever say those sort of things to you.” The
thing is, he is best friends with my brother in addition to being my
cousin. I want to keep things on good terms with him, but I also won’t
allow him to continue saying shit. Family or not, its not right for him
to say such things.

We also had waterballoons which the kids kept breaking on me. It was
cool though. I love waterballoons. I did hit them back, too, so it was
all fun. And it was warm today, so it actually felt pretty good.

After I played so awful in the first beanbag game, Mark booted me off
his team. He teamed with my cousin Matt for a few games. The next game
I played, I got paired with Mark again. I had a lot to prove, and I was
on fire. We won, of course, and we wound up playing Tony. I did not
forget his comments, so I was really focuses on beating him, which we
did……….3 times.
The food was pretty damn good, though, but I guess that goes without
saying. Come to think of it, none of you want to hear about good food
that I ate and that you can not have. Lets just forget I even mentioned
it since you are going to get all pissed about it.

We also played some frisbee. Damn, it was so much fun. Haven’t thrown around a frisbee in quite some time.

My aunt and uncle are taking the mother of all road trips for their
40th wedding anniversary. First, they are driving to Sacramento to see
some friends. Then, Reno. Then, Deadwood, South Dakota. They are always
taking this long and fun road trips. Its awesome. They love road trips.
Once they retire, they will probably totally be the elderly couple that
buys an RV and travels the country. Damn, I want to travel so much. I
need a road trip. I want to find somebody and a big part of that is so
that we can take road trips. Shit, I hope I have somebody that I can
travel the country with at 60 years old. That would be the ultimate.

All right, I’m going to get controversial. You’ve been warned. I was in
a conversation at work yesterday about, what else, religion, gays and
minorities. Now, here is my theory. As most of you probably already
know, most minorities are very religious, and because of this, for the
most part, they are anti-gay. It all made me think (actually, I thought
of this before, but yesterday I was dumb enough to share it with a
co-worker) about minorities and religion. Why is it that only whites
are agnostic or atheist? I mean, obviously, a majority of the world has
some belief and practice some sort of religion. But, when it comes to
agnostics or atheists, whites pretty much have the market on that one.
You would be hard pressed to find agnostic or atheist minorities. Why
is that? My theory, is that, for some minorities, life is so bad that
they need something to hang on to. They need to believe that there is a
life after this one in which things will be better. And, there is
nothing wrong with believing this. Its just not for everybody. I’m
bothered by religious people that believe that everybody needs religion
in their life…………..not just any religion, but their own
religion. As I write this, John Lennon’s “Imagine” just came on. What a
beautiful song and wonderful thought. What a world that would be?
Anywho, I digress. Just because they need religion in their own lives,
doesn’t mean, that its for me or that I too need religion. Still, its
good that they have found something that can give them purpose and take
them away from the daily hell in which some of them live. Of course,
not all of them live in hell or bad lives. Some have great lives and
live comfortably. What amazes me, is that usually the people that are
living poorly and most destitute have the most faith. They pray for
God’s help, and yet, the more they pray, the worse things get. Yet, you
have to admire the fact that they don’t lose faith, it only strengthens
their faith. Of course, the cynic in me says “what a bunch of idiots,
how can you still pray and believe in a God that just, say, burned down
your house or killed your kid.” But still, you have to appreciate the
fact that the whole time, their faith in a higher power never waivers,
when they can very easily blame God. After all, it would make sense to
blame God, since God gets all the credit when things go good in their
life.

Now, I can’t stand when people hide behind God for things they have
done. People that say “they did it for God” or “God made them do it.”
Even as an agnostic, this disgusts me. For starters, take
responsibility for your actions. You are an adult. You might regret
what you did and might even apologize, but don’t sit there and blame
others for your actions. You have nobody to blame but yourself. Plus,
God (assuming he/she exists) is not on this earth telling you to do
shit, even though you might believe this to be true. Wow, I’m on quite
the soapbox right now. I should just stop now.

Last night I decided to have a small gathering to help polish off the
beer left over from my card game. The only people we had over were my
cousin’s boyfriend Desi (my cousin Ann arrived a while later), Mark,
Scooty and his chick. We decided to play some games while watching the
Cubs game (ahhhhh, fuck those Yankees!) and later Kill Bill. We started
off by playing Tri-Bond. I like that game. And I’m good at it.
Sometimes, it sucks being good at trivia and board games. Nobody wants
to play with me. People get frustrated and discouraged. What can I do,
though? Its not like I’m going to sit there and purposely miss
questions and not try to win games. Its not in my nature to do such
things. After that, we played Simpsons Clue. My cousin had arrived in
the middle of the game and was therefore, not playing. The game was
taking longer then normal. Finally, Mark said that he had all the
weapons checked off and said that something was messed up. My cousin,
being impartial, looked inside the little accusation thingy. Turns out,
I fucked up. One room, 2 people, no weapon. Unless you count Krusty the
Clown as a weapon, which would have been weird since Lisa was the other
person in there. How unsatisfying. We played that long, and had no
winner. Plus, it was my drunk ass fault that the game was messed up.
Well, not entirely my fault. I had some help from the good people at
the Miller Brewing Company. After clue, we played Rummy. My cousin and
her boyfriend left at that point. I love playing Rummy, even though I
suck at it. When we were kids, Mark and I used to play with our mom and
the old lady that lived with us (ok, my mom was old, but there was
another old lady that lived with us). To be honest, it was pretty much
the only thing we did with my mom. We used to play for a quarter a
game. That was probably the start of my gambling………….career. Is
career the right word? Nevertheless, many of my good memories of my mom
come from those card games. I remember this one time, she lost to me
and she beat the shit out of me with a wire hanger afterwards. I kept
crying and screaming “No wire hangers! No wire hanger!” Wait a minute,
that didn’t happen to me. That was from “Mommie Dearest”. What the hell
was I thinking.

Anywho, we were successful in getting rid of most of the beer. The only
thing I have left now is Dave’s skunky Heineken that he left at my
house. Man, that shit was AWFUL. Skunky beer is disgusting. Shit, beer
itself isn’t all that good. You make it skunky and its awful. I could
barely tolerate it. In fact, I poured most of it down the damn drain.
NASTY!