Monday December 23, 2002 at 03:13 pm

Well…well…well…Monday is here, and along with this particular Monday comes the added pleasure of being the day before the day before Christmas, which we all have to work, even though we know there will be hardly any calls today, and thus must spend our 9 hrs of non existence to the rest of the world feverishly trying to make it look like we arte doing something important whilst doing nothing at all, or nothing of great work related expense. So with that in mind I shall move on to the weekend post or of what I can clearly remember, with a dash of the vague, obscure, and extremely blurred details as well.

So lets start with Friday….umm…give me a minute it’s coming into view…Dooh!, damn it was so close. I don’t quite remember everything from Friday, after Saturday’s adventure. I do remember driving home, getting a Coke on the way, making a drink, and…Oh yeah now I remember. I didn’t really do anything special just got home made some drinks, to which for the majority of the weekend I vowed to stay away from Capt’N Coke, or Parrot Bay and Coke, come Saturday morning. Since the inception of Vanilla Coke into the market, I’ve been experiments so to speak with various elixirs to find the perfect combination. I have come up with one so far that yields very good comments form the vast public guinea pigs, who I’ve forced to taste the concoction. So Friday night I decided to try it with parrot bay Rum Instead, I don’t remember why I thought they would go well together, but then again, it’s likely I wasn’t thinking at all and simply figured the bottle in the freezer was much more of a convenience than the bottle of Spiced Rum in my room, thus making topping my drink of a trek versus and slight detour. And yes when you’re drinking or drunk everything is a trek to which there seems to be no end at times.

Anyway back to the story, Steve and Mike had been out at Woody’s and Mike was sufficiently trashed, when they called to tell me to clean up the apt for a guest Steve was bringing back. Granted I told them both no in various fashions I resorted to only doing one item and that was simply because there was no place to put the empty cans of coke I was now going through so I took the trash out. Okay 2 birds’ one stone, the apt is not cleaned but at least the trash has been taken out. Originally Steve called, because Mike was possibly to intoxicated to dial my number or say my name so his voice dialer would recognize it, either way Steve’s call came in 1^st, to which he explained that Mike was trying to call and to not answer the phone, granted for whatever reason I was not in a good mood to begin with Mike proceeded to keep calling my phone repeatedly with nothing of value to say, so I kept hanging up on him. Finally after hanging up 3-4 times, he began saying “why are being a dick and hanging up on me”, to which I responded with’ why the fuck do you keep calling my fucking phone when I ask “what?”, your only response if why are you hanging up on me” . Either way I simply stopped answering after the mild amusement of the whole situation wore thin. Needless to say Mike was pissed, and figured he would be since he hates to have people hang up on him, he likes to be the person hanging up on them instead, but regardless I didn’t give a shit has it was impeded on my drinking process, and that was the goal of the evening, for me at least.

Saturday, I woke up with a barrage of headaches, but not a hangover headache, as I rarely get hangovers, but the kind of headache you get if you hang upside down for to long and the blood rushes to your head and sets in, and my stomach was burning, almost as if I acid reflux, or an ulcer. Either way I concluded it had to be acids from the Coke, but later determined it was likely the combination of the coconut from the parrot bay, and the Vanilla of the Coke, granted everyone thought it tasted good, I think I’ll stick with good ole Crown and Coke, E&J and Coke, Jack and Coke, and the oldies but goodie Capt’N Coke. But since I hadn’t come with that conclusion yet, I determined it would be best to stay away from Coke Drinks until my tummy had recovered.

Originally I was supposed to go into work for a few hours to help a co-worker with a project at noon, but didn’t get to work until 1:30 even after receiving several wake-up calls throughout the morning. He showed me what I needed to do, but by then neither of us wanted to do any of it, and ended up leaving an hour and a half later. At 1^st I felt bad about doing so little yet getting paid for it, but then reality came back into focus and proceed to meet up with Mike and Steve to go shopping for the Pajama Jami Jam we were attending that evening.

Mike had already bought his, but wanted a robe to go with it, and Steve had yet to pick something for himself, as did I. So off we went to rummage through millions of late Christmas shoppers. I came up with a theory that physical Christmas shopping should be restricted to the months of Jan through October, and all other shopping must be done via the internet, with the exception of food and decorations, granted I will be doing some very late shopping this evening to buy gifts for my brother. I’ve already gotten my dad gift; a 40X CDRW drive, and my mom will be getting the greatest gift of all cash, I would get her 2 DVD I know she wants but the only place I’ve found them is in Sierra Vista, in which I won’t be there until Christmas day and will be nearly impossible to locate here in Phoenix, with only 1 day left of shopping. The other gift I was going to get her was to really a gift but an upgrade of the computer I built her for Mother’s Day, from 266 Mhz, to my 1.2ghz processor. The only problem is she doesn’t use it to begin with thus it would be pointless. Outside of my immediate family I’ve only gotten bought one other gift, and that’s Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory DVD for Kid.

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Okay so onto the Pajama Jami Jam Pics, I only included a few here, the rest can be found at Mike’s site. I will upload the copies of my own as Mike reduced the quality of them to save space on his server, instead of resaving them to a different size which is what I will do for the one’s I choose to host. The party was definitely off the hook, except towards the end, where Mike got all pissed because I wasn’t able to take the picture of him and 2 girls because:

1)���� I was out of space on the disk

2)���� I was too inebriated to operate the advance functions of my camera in the dark to lower the quality to get one last picture off

3)���� I didn’t really care at that point in the evening

But after a half cup of coffee at Denny’s I was able to figure out that I could squeeze one last low resolution picture out to which Mike was even more pissed that I couldn’t figure it out right when he needed it, oh well life goes on as we can all see.

I also have to start planning out my play list for the News Years Eve party, to which all those in the Phoenix area, or Arizona area are more than welcomed to come by and enjoy. Oh and yes I know “at” as been misspelled, but since I’ve already gotten 400 of these damn things printed after having to deal with the Kinko’s guy at 3 am this morning about how the flyer was put together to begin, there’s not much I can do about it now. I Also need to design a business card, which I think I’ll take the Kinko’s guy’s suggestion of using Adobe Acrobat, PageMaker, MS Word or a combination of all three to do so.

So on with the pics shall we

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Well seeing as this is likely to be my last post before Christmas, I wish all my readers, the few that may wonder by a Merry Christmas.

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If you got to Mike’s page for more pictures, be aware that some are not suggested for the younger viewers, and defiantley not worth losing your job over if your surfing around at work, then again if you don’t care neither do I!

p.s.s Mike designed the flyer, typos and all, except for the Landshark logo