Quick hits today:
Better hearing will have to wait one more day, as the audiologist said my equipment will not reach the arctic north till tomorrow.
Would have been in time for my sis-in-law's birthday dinner at a Mexician restaurant with four screaming kids.
Darn. Patron shots por favor?
From the office of pulling numbers out from behind their ears: "1 in 3 Americans have lost a job or knows someone who has"
Honestly, that number should be 2 in 3 or even 3 in 4. Sadly, its supposed to worse.
Made the points in the Mookie last ni... oh wait there were no points, just lubricated conversation and a foreshadow of just how tired I would be if I attempt to play this BBT4 series. Is it possible to play poker until midnight each night (totally glass overflowing with optimism as its more likely I'd bust within the first two hours) and wake up four hours later to splash on some Axe Body Gel onto my chiseled human form hoping to someday get my picture on Hot Chicks with Douchebags maybe even take chode of the week honors.
High life aspirations, yessir. The dream to some day to reach the same rare douche-knight air as "BRA!" makes my nipples dance with glee.
Gear up for Sunday with the folks across the pond for the first official event, and if you like a little spice with your blogger tournament, check out Miami Don's "Big Game" the same night.