Mr. Bubble and Leather Chaps

Ok, if you are reading this then the title must have gotten your attention. This was pretty much an uneventful weekend with the exception of a few items:

• Went to see “Red Eye” with Stephen.
• Went to Scott’s birthday party
• Worked on some web programming stuff
• Caught up on missed sleep (from Saturday night)
• Tried to get wireless working on a loaner laptop so I am stuck at home doing work
• Caught up on some friends journals and blogs.

If you think it sounds kind of boring…well…it was. I think I am trying to do too much during the week and when the weekend is here, I am drained. If you haven’t seen “Red Eye” and you like Wes Craven movies, then I suggest you go see it. The movie was definitely suspenseful. The only downside to it was that I had bad dreams that night related to the movie. The highlight of the weekend would have been Scott’s party. I don’t know Scott very well (oh, but I’d like to). However, there were many people there from our camping trip and other events. I had some good conversations with several people and might have developed a minor crush on someone.

This week should be pretty calm. Have lots to do at work and several goals for stuff at home. The big goal is to put my bike together. All I have to do is secure the seat, pedals, and handlebars. I’ve been putting it off for some reason. Hmmm….maybe it is because if I put it together then I might actually have to ride it. I’ll keep you posted.

AAA Woof!

Today is my “work from home day” and after I moved my car at 8:45 AM, I decided to go back to sleep for about an hour and half. However, as we all know, things do not always go as planned. I had just made myself super comfortable back under the covers. You know the feeling when the covers are just right and you feel like you have a bonus hour to sleep? Yeah, that’s the one. The phone rings and it is one of my friends at the entry door downstairs. Apparently, my friend was a little impatient this morning and was trying to go around some cars and ran into a curb. Now, my friends will remember that I had a similar problem in the snow this year and fortunately that’s all I did was run into a curb. Basically, he has a flat tire and needs my assistance. Of course I did what any butch man would do, and gave him my “AAA” card and offer to drive him back to his car.

The car was in front of my old building on 16th street and it just happened to be positioned in a good viewing spot to watch all the people go to work and go about their day. The tow truck driver arrives to change the tire and he was “HOT, HOT, HOT”. He was some type of mix between Italian, Greek, and Middle Eastern. When did tow truck drivers start wearing designer jeans? He had his buddy move the car away from the curb a little which gave us a perfect view of his butt from where we were standing. A calculated move, if you ask me. I thought we would get to see more, but he had on boxers. All, I can say is that it was well worth it just for the view of the tow truck driver. It was definitely the introduction to a good porn.

My alarm clock was buzzing when I got back home, so I guess I didn’t miss anything but a little bit of extra sleep that I probably didn’t need.

I am going to make an effort to keep updating my blog entries. It is sometimes tough to make a decision to write a blog entry or surf the net for porn.

Oh yeah, check out my new haircut:

OJ, Trunk, Birthday, and Dry Cleaning?

Ok, I’ll skip the begging of forgiveness for not writing in several weeks. I never realised the summer could be so busy without going to the beach every weekend. I will start wrigint more often because I just found out I have 3 readers that I know of. I am too chicken to give my link to any of my in-town friends. Keep that in mind Will when you return to DC, I am cutting you off from the blog. Notice I said, WHEN not IF. Although, I am ready to move some place cheaper and Charlottesville was rated the #1 place to live by Money magazine.

What do OJ, Trunk, Birthday, and Dry Cleaning have in common? Any guesses?

Background:

For some reason, I had to buy the alcohol for the birthday party that Troy and I were having. Earlier that afternoon, we transferred the alcohol and some soda to another car so that I didn’t have to take it to the party.

Fast Forward 1 week:

I open the trunk to get something out and found a plastic (full) bottle of Orange Juice in a grocery store bag. Ah, I forgot to transfer the Orange Juice for the party to the other car. Of course, it occurs to me that I should probably take it in and throw it away. But it was hot out, I was tired, and my car was nowhere near a trash can or my apartment.

Fast Forward 2 days later:

Monday morning (of course). I am in the car driving to work and beging to smell this odd odor. I said that’s it I am getting rid of that fast food bag in the back. Funny, the smell didn’t go away. I arrive at work and open the trunk and there is no more Orange Juice in the plastic bottle.

My first question is how did the Orange Juice escape from the bottle?

I probably could have done more research, but immediately pulled the bottle and trunk carpet out and deposited them in the dumpster. I probably (definitely) could have cleaned the carpet, but at that moement in time I had to get rid of it. It turns out 2 of my favorite shirts (to be dropped off for dry cleaning), a roll of paper towels, a bath towel, and the trunk carpet soaked up most if not all of the orange juice.

This was actually a good thing because I think it kept the OJ from going other places. I was able to salvage the carpet liner and the 2 shirts as if they never had been affected by this trunk disaster. I did buy several cases of Febreze and resolve to fight the OJ smell. If you have never smelled rancid OJ, boy are you missing out.

The worst part was that I was warned a week before and didn’t do anything about it. So I couldn’t even be upset with the Karma Center for messing with me on a Monday. It was all my fault.

I think there is a moral to this story, but not exactly sure what it is.