the one with fests

August 18, 2014

Today is Monday. I don’t hate Monday’s but that’s probably because it is essentially a weekend day for me. The thing that sucks for me is the wife is stuck at work so it’s a missed opportunity

For sexy time

The danger in Monday is if it isn’t productive writing wise it sours rather quickly. This weekend sped by helped by the fact that I worked both Saturday and Sunday. I apparently hate having a weekend. It was a weekend packed with booze, friends, working and fest.

Friday (after a 12 hour day!) we finally made it back to Parnell’s. Life got in the way and we missed our friends there. We also missed their perfect pours. We were there to send off a coworker. The Uinta SUM’R Ale is delicious.  If you are in Cleveland Hts or Downtown stop at one of them.

Drink and be merry.

Saturday I worked (covering for a friend) and it was busy. From there we headed over to the Romanian Fest at St. Mary’s. It had been too long since I had seen Rizza. We drank all manner of beers (Romanian, Croatian and Slovakian) I took only one picture:

 

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That is Kevin pointing his inflatable American Flag Gun at me. He essentially paid five dollars for it. There were booths with carnival games set up. To win it he had to play two games (five bucks) and literally just put this giant ball in a giant basket. He had to throw it but you stood right next to it.

What is more Romanian than an inflatable American Flag gun?

We listened to traditional Romanian music. Like whatever that selfie song was. We watched older woman go to town in a dance circle that kept encroaching our talking area. We thought about starting a competing circle but didn’t. There were plenty of full track suits there and in the bathroom some old guy said something to me in a language I don’t know and shook my hand.

I’m probably a made man in the Romanian mafia now.

The beer was tasty but I forgot to try a pastry. Back at Rizza’s there were shenanigans and fireball whisky shots. The next day I had to work but had no coffee.

NONE.

It was terrible.

After work on Sunday the Three Shillelagh’s walked over to Little Italy for the Feast of the Assumption. I was a mess after 6 straight days of work and 36 hours of standing over 4 days. I was in not the greatest of moods but hopefully the other shillelaghs enjoyed the feast.

I hope to do it all again next year.

Well except the working both Saturday and Sunday.

And no coffee thing.


The one with a first day

August 1, 2011

First days can suck.
Especially first days at a new job.
Especially first days at a new job after a year of being unemployed.

Times like these can be stressful and lead to some stress related dreams.

(You know if you can sleep more than an hour at a time.)
(Oh just me?)

The following is maybe the type of dream that would be had. You (being the dreamer) has a fitful night of sleep—or perhaps we will leave you behind and we’ll go all Speed Racer on her and name you Dreamer X.

So Dreamer X doesn’t sleep all too wondrously but is responsible enough to still wake up early. He puts on a pot of coffee and shaves for the first time in about a week.

(Shut up shaving sucks.)

He sleepily stumbles around sleepily and even manages to have some breakfast. There is still an hour before he has to leave. He showers and all that jazz, double checks his stuff and then relaxes. He’s walking to work. It will be a substantial walk but he leaves more than 50 minutes early.

It is hot as balls.
(As Dreamer X’s wife might say.)

Dreamer X is sweating an ocean. People and animals drown as he walks past, but otherwise the walk is fine.

(It won’t last.)
(Foreshadowing bitches!)
(Okay really just blatantly telling.)

As the world builds an ark to save them from his sweat something weird happens. Suddenly the sidewalk ahead of his just simply vanishes. He has just enough time to think “that’s weird” before everything becomes a tangled mess. There is dirt, grass, and goblin hands’ sticking out of the ground. Dreamer X knew nothing could get in the way of making it to work on time. He needed a good first day. He decides it’d be best to cross the street to avoid the mess and of course the goblin hands. Soon as he makes this decision the Indianapolis 500 comes raging down the street.

Determined to best these weird occurrences he sallies on. Just then an evil, monstrous goblin grabs his foot and simply won’t let go. Our hero tumbles forward and bam, Face plant!

(Down goes Frazier!)
(Down goes Frazier!)
(Down goes Frazier!)

The goblin is not satisfied with Dreamer X simply falling. Oh no he is not. As our hero falls the goblin twists him. He makes sure his knee goes one way and his ankle the other. Dreamer X curses loudly and then picks himself up. Once again he curses, this time his foolish ideals. He dusts himself off and surges onward.

(Ow.)
(Ow.)
(Ow.)

Okay he limps forward as his leg is apparently broken. The rest of the way takes forever. The closer he gets the further back the building moves. After battling a pack of goblins he makes it, but alas is 5 minutes late.

To his first day.

He changes into his uniform and waits as gallons of sweat pours from his forehead. He is waiting for his manager but instead is whisked away to Baltimore and a meeting with John Waters. John is angry with him and is sternly lecturing him for what seems like hours. As the lecture continues Dreamer X is confronted with wardrobe malfunction. Over and over his collar pops up or his tie slides down.

John Waters is screaming at him that being late is not tolerable. Mr. Waters is going to have to kill Dreamer X to set the right example. John wants Dreamer X to know that “Punctuation” is important here and you cannot be tardy.

Punctuation this
And
Punctuation that.

Here a punctuation
And
there a punctuation.
Everywhere a punctuation.

Finally Dreamer X woke up…..or did he? Was this all a dream or did some of it happen? Who knows.

(Well I do.)
(And the wifebot does too so bug her here or here if you want to know.)


The Duckman cometh

March 8, 2010

5 more days of employment remain. 5 seven hour shifts at a store that isn’t ordering anything and the product is dwindling. As any of you know who follow me on twitter or are lucky (read strange) enough to be friends with me on Facebook you know it’s been a draining last 2 weeks. There’s been a constant cloud of rumor, fear, anger and that is never fun. As I discussed in an earlier post I’ve handled it about as well as I could. I is the key word there. I’ve done what you gotta do keep on keeping on. I’ve not begrudged anyone lucky enough to be kept on or called by Dave’s. I’m in neither of those categories and I’m okay with that. I understand everyone’s need to talk about it and even stew on it but me I’m more comfortable with the lets just get through this week. Together and enjoying it as much as we can. There is no need to force suffering on us while there, is there? I mean don’t get me wrong I talk about it. I’ve had many talks about it with my lovely and wonderfully supportive wife, and well my bestie the rizza has had her cell blowing up with texts about it from me. Blowing up may be too extreme but the point is I’ve not just ignored the elephant eating my job in the room. I’ve considered, I’ve talked, I’ve applied and now all I can do is wait. I’ve worried and I’ve worried that worrying about it would make me no fun to be and talk with. So I needed to make sure this weekend was good so the crap last week won’t be so bad.

So this weekend’s keys to forgetting the fact that next week I won’t have a job and that this last week is going to royally blow?

Was it slamming pallet jacks into the wall?

Nope violence is really not my style. Plus I don’t need anger management classes. Some people really do though.

Was it writing poetry?

Yeah right I wish. I started several poems but haven’t managed to trudge further than 4 lines.

My keys were:

The first thing I did was take a 2 day break from scouring/applying job applications. It was much needed. I just decided my mind needed a reprieve. Don’t worry I’m back at it today (as soon as I finish this post and do an hour of writing.)

Watching Pretty in Pink at the @Cedar Lee Theatre was the good time I needed. Is it John Hughes’ best? Nope. It’s a fun little flick though. The Late Shift (I still don’t like the new name) is a lot of fun and if you’re in the Cleve you need to check it out. Next up The Princess Bride!

Another key was hanging and chatting with cool peoples. So a big thank you to the wifey, Lindsay, @sweetsweetjulie and @lilskul. Talking inside the Cedar Lee Theatre until they tell us to get to stepping and then talking in the chilly Cleveland night was good times.

The Simon Says Burger from B Spot. It is a burger with bologna, coleslaw, whip sauce, and American cheese. Now I have no idea what whip sauce is but as a whole this thing was damn tasty. I can’t even complain that the Judases lovely ladies went there for the first time without me because they brought me this delightful dish home. I scarfed it down and then moved onto one of the last Red Velvet cupcakes from LaBella Cupcakes. That really helped.

As did the shot of whiskey.

And of course what always always helps? Dress up! As noted earlier we went to see Pretty in Pink but what I didn’t say was it was 80’s prom themed. Yeah that’s right and this ensued:
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And then there was me your Prom King Bitches!*
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*I owe it mostly to the fact that when I was up there I had 4 people in my cheering section and one of those was the scream queen. I mean her decibel levels alone could’ve sealed it for me.


My wife picks them

September 20, 2009

So I thought it’d be entertaining if I had my wife pick the winners of the NFL Season. When we were first dating I’d quiz her randomly having her pick the winners and amazingly she’d pick rather expertly. One season she was actually about the 72% right range. Of course I immediately wanted to use this to win in Vegas but I’m sure the luck (or whatever it is) would end if I tried. These picking sessions usually involve me saying: Baltimore at San Diego and then waiting. At this point she’ll look up and say “say it again” or “one more time.” Clearly she doesn’t take it seriously but it will be fun to see. This season I’ll post her picks here and hopefully come up with some fun ways to do so. Perhaps pictures, videos and reenactments. Who knows? Last week which I was too lazy to post had to work and forgot to post she was 8-8.

So I thought it’d be entertaining if I had my wife pick the winners of the NFL Season. When we were first dating I’d quiz her randomly having her pick the winners and amazingly she’d pick rather expertly. One season she was actually about the 72% right range. Of course I immediately wanted to use this to win in Vegas but I’m sure the luck (or whatever it is) would end if I tried. These picking sessions usually involve me saying: Baltimore at San Diego and then waiting. At this point she’ll look up and say “say it again” or “one more time.” Clearly she doesn’t take it seriously but it will be fun to see. This season I’ll post her picks here and hopefully come up with some fun ways to do so. Perhaps pictures, videos and reenactments. Who knows? Last week which I was too lazy to post had to work and forgot to post she was 8-8.

Week 2
HOU @ TEN: Ten
NO @ PHI: PHI
ARI @ JAC: ARI
OAK @ KC: OAK
CIN @ GB: GB
MIN @ DET: DET
STL @ WAS: WASH
NE @ NYJ: NE
CAR @ ATL: ATL
TB @ BUF: TB
SEA @ SF: SF
BAL @ SD: BAL
PIT @ CHI: CHI
CLE @ DEN: CLE
NYG @ DAL: DAL


maybe we shouldn’t have chosen the pet semetary kitty

September 1, 2009

Is it really September already? There are a few things we can do. First I’m gonna wrap myself in a blanket because my living room is cold. Wait, what? The world right now is topsy turvy. Marvel is being bought by Disney. I’m working in Produce and it’s chilly already? Throw in my cat is being a very weird meany.We can begin with a short review of my 5 things I look forward to in September post. One of them was the Browns home opener against the Vikings. Well the wonderful establishment that is Zagara’s Marketplace after taking my position away and shoving me in Produce has also seen it fit to schedule me for two straight Sundays and probably both Saturdays too. How kind no? So that one is a no go. Oktoberfest this weekend however is a go as is Fast times at Ridgemont High.

Now on to the curious case of my kitty. Just recently we noticed that Csonka (our youngest kitty) had these scabs and was scratching a whole heck of a lot. So we took her to the vet. You should hear her when we put her in the carrier. She screeches and screeches. She sounds like a small child. Well we get her there and get her checked out and it turns out she has that dreaded f word. FLEAS!!! Well we get the stuff for her and for Rasputin (who is at home and not showing the flea signs). I guess she is rather allergic to the fleas and he is not. He has however been acting rather strange and mean since then. It actually started before we got back with her. As Csonka was in the carrier and freaking out I thought it may calm her down if I brought him over to her. He started to flip out. He began growling and hissing at me. He then went up to the cage and hissed at her before running off. Well when we got back he was at the door like he almost always is when we come home. He acted normal until we put the carrier down. He then ran into the bedroom. We let her out and she bolted of course. I went into the bedroom to get him because we had a pill to give him, but as I went to pick him up he hissed at me. I brought him into the living room and near the carrier and he went Crazy!

I mean nuts. Hissing growling and struggling to get away. The wife came around the corner just as I turned with him and he had his mouth wide open scary pet semetary cat style. Made even scarier because he is the type of cat from that book. I let him down and he ran and hid under the bed, stopping to hiss and swipe at Csonka again before hand. We had dinner plans at her dads so we left him hoping everything would be calm when we returned. Dinner was delicious. We had dolmades. The company was also good and included much laughter, which can I tell you I needed (hell still need). Anyway when we returned home everything appeared to be back to normal. We were greeted like always by both kitties! Yay! It turned out to provide false hope, because as they followed us into the living room he again hissed at her and ran off. Later as I passed him he hissed at me and hid under the bed. Csonka spent most of the night in the kitchen away from him. As we readied for bed he’d come in stare at her and go near her, but growl and hiss. Later on we woke up to his hissing at her and I pet him a little which seemed to calm him down but as I reached over to pet him some more he hissed and bit me and went all mike tyson on my hand. He has never bitten me before or scratched for that matter. He got me pretty good so props to him for not being rusty. As I write this he is laying next to me purring and being loving. So that appears to have changed but I’ve not seen any interaction between he and her this morning. It is all very strange.

 


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