Hey, look at that. Exactly 1 month later. I don't plan these things. And as a matter of fact, I am finding out the more you plan, the more it falls through.
I was going to blog about something the other day.. and now I don't remember what it was...
There are constant thoughts running thru my brain vein... but yet.. Nothing is really spilling out at the moment. You know what would probably help.. A smart phone. That way.. I would have constant, easy access to this here page.. and I could jot down some things the moment I think of them. That might happen in a month or so.
So... hold your horses, Michael.
; ) .....I miss you buddy. You're my #1 fan! HAHA. You should come visit me. I know, I know. It's cold & clowdy here. Wait... did I just spell cloudy wrong?? HAHA.. Yes I did. Cloud has no "w" in it, k.rae.
We can go to George's for breakfast. Good local joint for breakfast... Cripsy-ass bacon. Then drive out to Raccoon State Park.. and take a hike / or walk / since we're chubby bastards. We can pretend it's 1996.. and they drained the lake... and I can take a photo shoot of you .. while you show off your pretzel tattoo while laying on the ground. But you have to shave your head first and.. lose about 40 pounds. HA! Oh.. the good old days... when we were YOUNG & SLENDER. ..... *sigh* If only it was as easy to grab that back than it is to remember it.
I miss the I.O. too. That really was my favorite job. It was SO FUN. I would do anything to go back to that time... re-live a weekend at the I.O. with you and Aub and Linda and Jenn and Mark and Paul and Dan and Sloan and Todd and Art and Nick and Dennis and Joyce and Regina and Sean and TJ and ... oh man... NOT Ralph. That dude was a douche pocket. I wonder what LAMAR is doing now! Do you remember his last name??? I should look him up on FB. We tried to have an I.O. reunion.. well.. we did have one... it was mini... but it was a reunion. It was me, Aub, Todd, Sloan and Heidi. I think Mark and Paul showed up too.. no. No that was a different night.
Haha.. do you remember when it was busy as fuck and I slipped on a chicken finger as I was holding one of those HUGE trays, full of porcelain? Then I started bleeding and I panicked. [I aint got TIME to bleed!] Yeah, that was fun. I was so freaking stressed out. MAN we used to get busy. Frank tried to talk me out of filling out a report. Haha. He was a strange, little man.
Do you remember WAYNE... the manager that came in to shut us down? He had like... 9 kids. like... 9 months apart.
But seriously, brother, I love you and I miss you. A LOT. You really should come up for the weekend... maybe in May... when it's warmer... we'll hang out.. go do some hiking.. maybe try to see a band or two in the city... sip [a.k.a. 'guzzle'] some beers.. maybe catch a laser show.. you know... that's all we need... you, me, and five bucks.
HAHA... remember when you had this on your machine: At the beep, please leave your name, number, and a brief justification for the ontological necessity of modern man's existential dilemma, and we'll get back to you.
Reminiscing is both a blessing and a curse.
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