Speaking of Pork

Speaking of pork...

I just ordered a cuban sandwich from a nice little restaurant a couple of blocks down the street - Chez Henri.  They have excellent bar food (Cuban) and also very good restaurant food (French).  I ordered the Cuban sandwich tonight.  I was real hung over this morning (back to that in a little) and had a salt bagel with cream cheese as I was leaving town this morning (Lyndonville, VT at  11.30am) and only had a small plate of chicken at 4.  So, I was hungry and I called an order in.

Me:  I'd like to order a Cuban Sandwich to pick up.

Bartender:  You didn't do it already, did you?

Me:  Pardon me?

Bartender:  You didn't do it already, did you?

Me:  No

In truth, I had no idea what he meant.  I thought about this hard for the five minutes before I headed out my door to go pick it up.  Anyway, I get there and there is a Cuban waiting that someone had ordered about 35 minutes ago and hadn't picked up yet.  He offered me the "tepid" Cuban (his words), but I choose to wait the 2 additional minutes for my hot one.  The bartender than offered me the option to pay by any way I prefer.  I wish I had a checkbook, because I would have paid that way.  I actually haven't had a checkbook in years (since 2005 when my last check ran out).  I use bill pay and online transfers all the time and rarely find the need for a check (maybe 3-4 times a year).  Let me say this.  I hate checks.  I think they are a huge waste of time and effort.  I think most 32 year old males feel the same way.  As I was waiting for my sandwich to come out, I thought about how interesting it would be to see the reaction had I tried to pay with check.  "Who do I make the check out to?".  It could be an interesting little social experiment to try and pay for everything with checks.  Does anyone want to do this with me?

This weekend the conditions were fantastic up in Vermont.  I got up there at about 10.45pm Friday night with Jen, Adam, & Kris in my car.  The ride up was traffic free.  We stopped in East Concord to refill (gas), and all take pisses.  No bathroom for us though, as the last person to use the fill station restroom locked the keys in the bathroom.  I didn't find out how long they've been locked in there, but you'd think a big Global company like Mobile would have figured out how to pay $50 for a locksmith.  So, we all pissed in the back of the store.  Me, I pissed on the side of a snowy dumpster.

Friday night we had about an hour of jump building/jumping.  Bedtime was at 1.30am for me.  We got off to an early start Saturday and were in the liftline by 8.45am for first chair.  We were the youngest people in line by about 20-30 years at that time - lots of seniors awake in the early AM.  Anyway, we skied hard all day from start to finish and I'm really sore today.

Last night I got pretty drunk.  Following a two hour jump session from 4.30-6.30pm, I came inside, took a shower (my first one in Vermont in 5 weeks!) and immediately poured myself a nice tall glass of bourbon.  Then played a 10 person game of Hold Em' where my best hand all night was a pair of 6's.  I had no chance.  So, after the game, I had some tequila shots and really passed out pretty early.  I was messed with by a few people, but awoke to a face with no marker on it...so that was good.

Drove home solo today as I had a little miscommunication this morning with all my friends.  I had a headache and wasn't very good about letting people know when I was leaving.  So, I had a lot of time to think about random shit on the way home.  

One thing I though about was how our softball team can improve this year.  I think we need to think about repositioning our outfield depending on who is up to bat.  I would say that 95% of hits in rec-league softball are balls that are pulled by the batter and since most lineups have only 0 or 1 lefty, this means that almost all the action occurs in left or left center.  I think that in baseball, with good hitters, you obviously need right OFs, but in a league where only lefty's and the very good hitters hit opposite field, we could probably cheat even more than we did last year and put 3 OFs in left, only 1 on the RF side.  Or, do away with the 2B in certain situations.  Anyway, I thought about these scenario's for awhile.

Another thing I thought about was inventing a word and how cool that would be.  Like "Google", except that I wouldn't actually do anything with my word like they did.  That was only about a 30-60 second thought.  I think it's because I've been playing too much Scrabble on Facebook lately.

Another thing I thought about was how much I hate it when people don't turn their headlights on in the driving rain.  That is one of my top 5 driving pet peeves.  Idiots.  If you are one of these people, get off of this page now.

Fisher has his cone on still.  Without it, he'll lick his balls (which are all stitched up).  I'll post this picture next time.

 

Plug for Greg

If you haven't checked out my friend Greg's blog yet, you should do so.  www.mylifeamongtheunemployed.blogspot.com.  Very entertaining.

I like having these short work weeks.  I am heading up to VT tomorrow without Gina.  She is staying home to tend to our cat.  He had his operation on Tuesday and is now wearing a big cone on his head.  He looks real sad, probably similar to how I would look if someone gave me a vacectomy and told me i had to wear a big funny looking hat for the next two weeks.  Gina got home from work today and noticed an unusual stink in our apartment.  Eventually she was able to trace it to Fisher's cone which happened to have some poop smeared on it.  He must have misjudged the size of the cone when he leaned down to sniff his crap.  Silly cat.  I don't think I would make that mistake with my big hat.

Conditions in Vermont were pretty terrible last weekend, but they're getting about 6" today and should continue into tomorrow and maybe even Saturday.  This will be the tenth weekend in a row that I will have gone up, and it looks now that I could spend the rest of the season up there.  I really got my money's worth out of the Burke house.  

Well, Seinfeld is on.  I have nothing exciting to write about anyway.

Lewd & Lacivious

I am pretty sure that if I were in junior high (or high) school right now I would have found someway to get involved in this new craze - sexting.  Unfortunately I didn't get my first mobile phone until 1998, a few months after graduating college.  Gina picked up the iPhone the other day which seems like the perfect device for taking lewd pictures of yourself and others.  I'm thinking of getting one - and with the 18% discount offered to me through my employer (by AT&T), I would be a stupid idiot not to get one.

Anyway, short post here.  Gina is making dinner (spinach gnochhi) before we head up north.  Tomorrow we are having Mexican night at the house.  We are going to get a pinata and fill it with nips of tequila and smash this shit out of it.  Or something like that.  I am bringing up a bottle of fine tequila though and it will lead to some serious fun.  

Okay, this site is going okay, but i'd like more followers - just one so far?  

Paging Mr. Mullen Roberts

After 6 months writing my blog on cully.manvscomputer.com, i've decided to see what it would be like to use this site.  Why?  Well, mostly because I'd like to see who exactly is reading my blog.  I encourage anyone who reads it to post a profile and picture.  I also encourage you to make comments - the filthier, the better.  

I just got back from my first ever company gathering with my new employer.  There were about 100 or so people there.  I had three beers.  We got tickets for free drinks, two tickets, but I had three beers.  I then ate a plate of food and talked to a fellow that sits about 20 feet from me at work.  Older fellow.  He asked me my name.  I told him.  He thought I said "Mullen".  I didn't correct him.  Someone else did eventually.  We all had a good laugh.

Gina is my girlfriend.  She went to the doctors today to have her knee looked at.  She has been on her knees a lot lately.  They are sore and swollen and look like bigger than normal knees.  The doctor said that she is okay though and that she should be walking well into her 40s.

Tomorrow I am going to drive up to Vermont for my ninth straight weekend.  I always do the driving because Gina has a tendency to make sharp sudden turns and does a lot of heavy breaking.  She also freaks out when situations arise that a normal, more relaxed driver, would handle them more calmly.  I would compare her moves to that of a jack rabbit after you gave it 6 cups of coffee.  She is all over the place.

Greg is unemployed now.  I am glad for him.  His former company, my former company, was a horrible horrible place to work.  I would rather be hit in the face with a sock full of pennies than have to step foot into that office again.  Greg, can I hit you in the face with pennies?

Well, that is it.  Maybe I will start using this site for all my blogging.  I need to figure out how to get pictures to line up properly though.