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"I Have So Many Ass-Blood Stories!"
June 30, 2007 1:52 AM
or the first time in almost two months, we gathered at a table and played poker. It was awesome. The awesomeness culminated, I think, in Mr. Utah delivering the above line. I could give some context for the remark, I suppose, but I'm not going to.
Another of my favorite moments was when L-dawg lost a significant amount of money to Eugene, who's known for playing in a completely ridiculous fashion. On this particular occassion, Eugene beat L-dawg with a Jack-five off-suit. And that's after there was a significant preflop raise. I love watching L-dawg lose.
Bar/Bri sucks pretty hard. Bluebunny and I actually left early today so that we could go to the gym. Although I was fairly good about working out last summer (and by "pretty good" I mean "I went about once a week"), I've been completely worthless about it this summer, so it was awesome to go back. I'm pretty sure that my entire body is going to be sore tomorrow, but that's ok. I'm going to see if I can keep up the motivation to go at least three times a week.
For the past week or so, the weather here in Madison has been pretty much intolerable. I don't remember either of my past summers here being so fucking humid. But the humidity has taken a jump off the deep end this summer--it's been muggy and terrible. It's been so bad that, by the time I walk out my door at 8:30am, it's already about 85 with what seems like 110 percent humidity--it actually feels like there's more humidity in the air than there is air. It's terrible. What makes it worse is that I'm from Arizona where--and this is completely true--it's a dry heat. I can deal with temperatures over 100 degrees, but I cannot deal with lots of humidity. It makes me want to die.
In any event, today and yesterday were beautiful days. I walked out of my apartment yesterday and--rather than being confronted with stale, still, muggy air, was greeted with a cool and refreshing breeze. That happened again this morning. And the afternoon was beautiful, too. So we barbecued, which is something we haven't been doing nearly enough of this summer. It was awesome.
Tomorrow is Rhythm and Booms, one of Madison's most popular events. I've never been, but I've heard it's awesome, so I'm really excited. I might also be getting really drunk. We'll see.
On a different note, have you seen that new iPod commercial with Paul McCartney? If you haven't, here it is:
I don't know why Paul McCartney's selling iPods now. And I also wasn't aware that he was still making music. But, in any event, that song (it's called "Dance Tonight") got stuck in my head, so I downloaded it--from iTunes, no less. It's ok. Lyrically, it's about the laziest piece of music ever. But the music's ok, and it's relatively cheerful. And extremely catchy.
I wonder what my leftover Chinese food's going to taste like after spending the night in the refrigerator in a plastic bag with my socks . . . .


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Hmm, Chinese food with socks. Well, since it is Chinese food from Madison, I'm guessing it won't be any worse for the wear (so to speak). It's funny that there are a lot of really good Asian food restaurants in Madison (ranging from Indonesian to Thai/Lao), but there is a distinct lack of quality Chinese food. I've been told that the Vietnamese food isn't too good either, but there are at least two places I'd like to check out (although one looks like it might have once been a gas station). I'm not going to judge the place too harshly though, since the best barbeque I've ever had was in a gas station--mmm, Oklahoma Joe's.
OMG, I just got back from Minnesota and it was hotter and more humid than Oklahoma. I guess Madison is getting the same bitch slap. I can't believe my hometown in Alabama actually is less humid than MN this summer. And we get to move in the lovely month of July. At least it's not August.
Socky Chinese food. Not sure I would risk it. Of course, I am assuming the socks are dirty.