I really have nothing to talk about. Things have been pretty ho-hum lately. I don't think this is going to be a very good update, but I feel I have an obligation to try to come up with something entertaining, so let's just see what happens.
I did my usual over the weekend - laid on the couch for hours on end watching football and NASCAR. I moved a second TV into my living room so I could enhance my sports viewing pleasure. Now I can watch 2 games at once. Pretty sweet. Really, I need another TV because usually there are more than 2 games on that I want to watch. On Sunday, there were 2 football games, a race and a Cubs game on all at the same time. Maybe I need a whole wall of TVs. My Dad started using 2 TVs in the living room a couple of years ago so he could keep track of his fantasy football players. I made fun of him for being an obsessive sports geek, but now I too have given in and crossed over to the dark-side. One game at a time is just not enough. Sorry I gave you so much crap, Dad.
Saturday night I went to a football party. I have some friends who are big OSU fans (but otherwise they're pretty cool). They had a few people over to watch OSU lose to UCLA. It was a nice little shin-dig. Good grub, etc - plus it was good for me to get out of the house for a change. Thanks to the Whodinis for letting me come over even after all that stuff I said about Pistol Pete. Y'all are right. Captain Cane is lame and looks like a big yellow carrot, but I still prefer him over a live-stock-humpin' cowboy.
Oh yeah, I left the house Friday night too. I went out to dinner with my friend Dana. Dana found out that he passed the OK bar exam so we had to go celebrate. We went to an Italian place. There was a long wait for a table, so we ate at the bar because there were 2 seats together and we didn't have to wait. Dinner was good, but Dana and I were plagued by idiots who need to mind their own business. First it was the woman sitting next to Dana who accused me of giving her some kind of possesive-get-away-from-my-man look. She bumped into Dana as she was getting up. I just naturally looked in that direction to see what the commotion was all about. Then she says, "Oh that look was classic." I asked what she was talking about and she said I rolled my eyes at her then assured me she wasn't "getting fresh." (Yes, she actually used the term "getting fresh" - I didn't think people said that anymore. Isn't "getting fresh" a '50s and 60s kind of term? What a wierdo.) Anyway, then she proceeded (in my opinion) to start flirting with Dana. Now see, Dana is my friend and if he can get himself a woman at a bar then good for him. I'm all for it and I'll do what I can to help if I think the woman is worthy. My point to this story is that I can't believe this nut accused me of bitchy behavior based on incorrect assumptions when I didn't do anything. If I did roll my eyes at her, (which I do not believe I did), it was because she made a disturbance which interrupted my conversation.
Then a little later during dinner, Dana and I were talking about his cousin's former band. There were 2 waiters standing next to us waiting on drink orders who overheard the discussion. One of them knew of the band that Dana's cousin played in so next thing you know, I've got some high-school-waiter-punk rambling on and on about this band. He listed about 20 different people who have played in the band and basically shared their life history. Well, who asked you? I don't think anyone was addressing you so stay out of my conversation. How annoying. Why must I be forced to put up with so many freaks?
OK, that's all for today. Reliving my encounter with that strange woman at the bar has got me all pissed off again. I need to stop writing so I can settle down. Here's something to look forward to - I'm going to the State Fair this week. You can't swing a dead cat without hitting some odd-ball freak at the fair. I'm bound to get some good update material. Ooh, I better take the camera. Later.