After three missed flights, an improvised detour through North Carolina, an afternoon of zbs, and a twice-delayed flight, I am finally in Chicago to embark on my annual baseball exploration trip.
Tag: travel
Brogging from the road
So right now, I’m getting off on a plane in Raleigh, North Carolina instead of Chicago.
True pain
It is a widely known fact that when it comes to needing to hold it, that men are vastly superior to women. I have a belief that men are always capable of assessing their need to urinate based on a scale of one through ten. We tend to really only seek the need when it begins to encroach at five or so; unless we’re bored, antsy, and feeling the need to move about, pretty much anything underneath five can typically be ignored and held in. Once past five, it would be a good idea to seek out the nearest commode.
Photos: Baseball. Burlesque. Baseball. Boobs. Beer.
Yeah, that pretty much sums up my weekend. Aside from 90 minutes of boredom, it wasn’t too shabby at all.
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Rebounding like Dennis Rodman
It’s funny how things work out sometimes. Minutes after I posted my little rant about how bored I am, I get a response text from one of my close friends, and he invites me out to do cool shit. Next thing I know, I’m out until about three in the morning after an evening of shit-shooting, really naked burlesque women, and a moderate amount of booze.
But I really wanted a convenient excuse to post this ridiculous picture of myself with hot burlesque chicks, and I realize that I have to stop incorporating booze containers in all these pictures as if they really are necessary YES we all know that I drink socially these days.
I sit here with a tummy full of scrum-diddly-umptious Korean food, not wanting to go to sleep on a full stomach, but at the same time dreading the inevitable 4:30 a.m. wake up to make it back to Atlanta in time for one last day at this particular job. But regardless, I look back at the last few days of necessary fun and distraction, as I’ve watched two exciting baseball games with the best of my friends, and enjoyed an entertaining burlesque side show to boot. Maybe things as a whole weren’t as boring as I thought they were for 90 minutes on Saturday in the end.
Lastly, happy birthdays go out to Grace and Mikel, while I’m thinking about the events of the last few days. Doesn’t seem nearly as demonic now that 2006 is four fucking years past.
Can’t think straight lately
It’s kind of silly why, but hopefully within the next few days, things will become clearer and I’ll be able to focus on things better again soon.
I made a brief cameo in Pittsburgh on Sunday, to knock one more park off of my ultimate list to see all 30 MLB parks. It was convenient for two reasons – it was a day game, in the Eastern Standard Timezone, which meant I was capable of arriving in the morning, seeing baseball, and then leave in the evening. And secondly, because it was against the Atlanta Braves. But since I was there in attendance, the Braves D-squad did as they were expected to, and lost, sending me back home with my tail between my legs. But if there was any genuine good to come out of the trip, it would be the shown Primanti Brothers’ pastrami sandwich. A heap of pastrami, slaw, tomatoes and cheese, and most importantly the fistful of french fries all smashed in between two pieces of thick bread, and we have a meal that sated me all the way up until the wee-hours of the night. Absolutely phenomenal.
Ye old fashioned photo dump
I’ve been a bad, bad brogger. I’ve let far too much time to pass since I last posted. But like in the olden days, ten days isn’t that bad. I used to make posts once a month once things got bad. I have my reasons though. The chief one being that the baseball season has begun once again, and that has consumed a great deal of my time. It’s not like I haven’t been writing all these days, it’s just not on my personal brog. Enjoying the exposure I can get writing for a site, I’ve been doing plenty of sports-humor writing over at the site in which I’m one of the authors, Talking Chop. Anyway, if you actually are curious to know the kind of shit I do there, under a pseudonym, no less, take a gander here.
But anyway, in all these last ten days, there have been plenty of photographs taken. Easter Sunday’s egg painting, the Atlanta Braves Opening Day that saw the wonderful magic of the debut of the phenomenal Jason Heyward, my evening up in Lawrenceville to catch the Opening Day of the minor league Gwinnett Braves, and most notably, my day trip into Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, where I paraded around as, and met wrestling legend, Sergeant Slaughter. At a baseball game, duh. Oh yeah, you better believe it.
Anyway, I’ll have some more stories to share soon. I’ve done a little bit of writing here and there, and I’ll take the time to be a good brogger again shortly.