We Won
we won
Originally uploaded by Whazzmaster.
Yeah, by the way, we rock. Los Tres Luchadores.
Get Up, Get Up, Get Outta Here!
First off, while looking through Flickr I found this picture. Every time I look at it I laugh. Cuz it’s so funny.
So, the other night we threw a party in Mountain View at Anthony’s Pad. I got out of work at 4pm and Anthony and I headed straight for BevMo to take stock. We had a lot of requests for shit that was locked away behind glass, and the man helping us was silent right up until the point where I was grabbing fistfuls of cigars from the case and then turned around and asked him, “OK, can you open the Dom P cage for me?” His comment: “You guys should have some fun tonight.”
You should really click through to the Flickr set to see all the pictures, but long story short it was a fucking blast. Air Hockey was in full swing (and there are some sweet pictures of it in the set) and there were even bartender shot olympics. We played Guitar Hero early on and by then end I was wailing away in a desperate karaoke move. We had a 1/2 BBL of High Life for my homies, but I was Crown & Coke/Patron/Jager-Bombin it all night long. We also did the old “Everyone Drinks From The Dom Bottle” Trick that we pioneered at the bachelor party.
And CAL MADE IT! Awesome. He declared it Good and that it had an Old-school feel. I appreciates that.
Anyhoo, click through to see more pictures. There may even be a video of me singing a song floating around somewhere, but there was talk of “editing it down”. Maybe it’ll submitted to American Idol. Say Lah vee, California. It was fun.
It Was Fun While It Lasted
Five years ago I moved out to California with a trailer full of clothes, books, and a computer. The good people at Intuit gave me a signing bonus of $5,000 (before taxes) and I used it to buy a Golden Tee 99 arcade machine off eBay for ~$2000 (including shipping). I had many late nights in San Jose playing Whazz with the Madd Scientist (before he was even known as such). I dominated him so thoroughly and embarassingly that I named myself the Whazzmaster. It’s not like I made him call me that at home, I just fancied myself The Whazzmaster. When it came time to buy a domain name for my new website I naturally used it, because duh, it fucking rules. Fun was had.
Five years passed: I’ve moved it four times (three with Judd’s much-appreciated help) a total of 10 flights of stairs and it is a heavy fucker. I haven’t played it much lately but when Scientist was out here earlier this year we hit a few rounds. Fun times, fun times.
I just sold it for $500 plus a $20 tip for helping the guy bring it down to his van. The dream has died.
*sigh* … say lah vee. Feel free to reminisce about how whazz has affected your lives. I know I will tonight. Break out the whiskey.
The Shrine on our desk.
Can I still call myself whazzmaster? Or do I have to change the name of the website? So many questions.
Well
Considering madddddddddddddd was online this morning at 4:03am, I don’t think he’s gonna make it out here to the party. Also, I haven’t heard about any uber-wins from wwhazz or bellygirl so I’m guessing they will be unable to attend. I’m having an extremely, extremely shitty day today, and it ain’t getting any better.
ROAD TRIP PICTO-TOUR
Just got myself one of these and then one of these for the trip back through the southwest. Also, I want to take pretty pictures of Madison icicles. Don’t want me to? BOOM. Sickness. I liked my friend’s Goldy Goldland Old-Timey pictures so much I wanted to be able to make my own. Don’t want me to? Again, BOOM.
Here’s the first picture off the new camera. It sucks, but I have time to get better. At work today we shot some coffee porn, so that’ll be up on Flickr later on.
The Home Stretch
And they enter the home stretch.
My life moves one weekend at a time, with the docket full from here to Thanksgiving, but I move along straight rails to the horizon regardless. California winds down and yeah, fucking of course we’ll be playing Biggie’s paean to going, going back, back at some damn point during the festivities next Friday. But it strikes me as I sit in the San Diego airport that this trip to visit wwhazz, bellygirl, and spacebee was the last great diversion before I own up to the fact that I am leaving this place. The flight back to San Jose this evening will probably constitute me listening to my iPod and trying to assemble a grand to-do list in my mind. Ronni does hers corporate style, where as mine will be a more-frought-with-peril clash with my memory banks.
I’m at a pretty good place with my packing in that everything that needs to be packed is known, the problem space is DEFINED as we say in mathematics. I now just need to physically shove it all in boxes and figure out what can get packed now (bobbleheads, vases that have never been used) versus what needs to be throw in the truck at the last possible moment (deodorant, pillow). I also need to get rid of my furniture, and I may make one more Craigslist spree before just throwing everything in the garbage. GMC and anyone else who’s interested: I have a nightstand, bookcase, DVD bookcase, desk, and dining room table w/chairs available. HOLLLARIT if you want it.
Planning for the party should be in full swing starting tomorrow. Gauntlet thrown down, gauntlet picked up: we want $1000 of booze at the party. The question is, 5 bottles of Cristal? Or 500 bottles of Boone’s Farm? That is the answer we need before Friday afternoon. Wwhazz and belly are confirmed pending a first place multi finish, and spacebee has joined OUT due to work considerations. I’m unsure as to the current disposition of the Scientist: he wasn’t, then he was, then he got punked by a haunted house refreshments vendor, and I’m not sure where he currently stands.
This weekend was fun on a bun until my body shut down late Saturday evening. Wednesday night I got in a we all chilled and drank at the wirksu’s cuz I had to work bright n’ early on Thursday. After work got out on Thursday we all got dolled up and went downtown to Taka Sushi, which gets my highest reccomendation. We hit two bars downtown and then retired so I could again get enough beauty sleep to be coherent Friday at work. Friday’s highlight was going outside for a cookie break and calling Wwhazz to find out when he wanted to pick me up. I mentioned something about being outside and he goes, “wait, I’m outside.” “You’re outside my work?” I asked. “Yes.” Dude read under an Intuit-owned tree for 2 hours while he waited me to finish writing c# code, then he got a reward of a VIP pass to the San Diego Intuit Beer Bash. That night we met up with Spacebee’s friend Stacy and her Krew and Steven E. led us on a Where’s Where tour of San Diego. The night was filled with lots of booze, the worst karaoke I’d ever heard (ever), near fights after Steven displayed some Big Balls to a mean drunk, an after-hours Del Taco run, and a bar with great hip-hop that was completely decorated in swords and maces. Awesome. Saturday was Filledness Personified as we awoke early to hit the Aussie Pub for the Wisconsin game, then hit Pacific Beach for DrinkFest 2006, then hit Seau’s for SushiFest 2006, then hit the hot tub for HoTTubFest 2006 (featuring Zach in his briefs instead of a more modest swimsuit), and finally we were supposed to go out crazy drinking AgAIN. By that time my weary, sunburned, aching (due to a beach MMA fight with wwhazz), hungover, full-of-sushi body said “Fuck. Off.” I passed out Early.
I slept pretty much all day Sunday.
Which brings us to the Southwest Boarding Process, easily one of the most anarchic in the industry. HOLLLARIT, whazzmaster, daddy’s hit his set and PUSHIN IT PUSHIN IT.
Diego
I’m posted up in the Intuit San Diego offices; me and wwhazz carpooled to the office this morning like a pair of corporate warriors. Except I’m going to spend my day coding and he’ll spend his day writing and then playing with a dog on the beach. Got in late last night and wwhazz, bellygirl, spacebee, and I had a mini-house party with everything from Jameson Irish Whiskey to Shaggy’s seminal work: “Tell Her It Wasn’t You”. Tonight should also be low-ki since I have to work tomorrow as well, but once the weekend hits say goodbye to social mores. S’mores? HOLLLARIT whazzmaster, you know I love you.