Spacebee and I kicked it in Milwaukee last night with good friends Arlo and Jen. To my delight, I found out that Arlo now has a blog on the interwebs at Arlo’s Bloggity Bloggy Blog-Blog. To my dismay, I found out that madd has been moonlighting over there in comment section without my knowledge. I don’t care what other websites he visits, you see, but I damn well want to be able to watch the fun when other comment threads crumble under his expert punditry. Anyways, we had dinner a terrific Mexican joint across from the airport and then drank crazy beers at a post-modern beer bar. We finished the night with Rock Band action and this morning Arlo served us tea and pumpkin pie. I love that guy.
I’ve been crumpled in a chair in O’Hare for last 3 hours waiting for my connection to San Jose. Barf-a-roo: these are flight times we can believe in, my friends. Eventually I will saddle up to the front desk at the Crown Plaza and get myself a hunkerin bunker for the next week, but I hate travel so much that… uh, I guess I just hate traveling. Whatever.
I never followed up that election thread with any sort of results. FYI: Barack Obama won. I made merry at the Lawman’s party and am currently cutting together a short documentary of my footage from that fateful day. Mostly I remember walking through upper middle class near-west side Madison yelling at my phone. Ultimately I made it to the Blue Moon to hook up with a newly-off-work Spacebee. I made merry there for awhile as well and then went home and busted upon my pillow a maneuver that I like to call: The Crash.
I’m working on my yearly goals document right now at work and under my ‘Goals/Priorities to Achieve True North’ I have: Be the motherfuckin’ Six Million Dollar Man of making teams STRONGER and FASTER. It will likely get excised from the final version but whatever.
Anyways, they just bumped my fligh to another gate because they are asshole motherfuckers, so gotta run. HOLLLAR back you jerks.
