I’m trying to bury the vitriol of real life, and send my mind back to a place where I had fun – this past weekend.
So, what’s up with all the steak references? See above – that’s just something I do. I take words that I see on television, media, billboards, and other visible locations, and if they happen to look like a different word at quick glance, that is the word that they become, forever more. So what was supposed to be a blockbuster match pitting Shawn Michaels’s career against the 17-0 undefeated Wrestlemania streak for the Undertaker, turned into Shawn Michaels’s career versus Undertaker’s steak.
And in the end, steak prevailed. Shawn Michaels is “retired.” [until further notice.]
The rest of the weekend was pretty good. The irony is the simple fact that the reality is that it wasn’t that good of a weekend from the standpoint, that things kept going wrong, but compared to the nonsense that I’m dealing with in my daily life, like car woes, and the resulting financial woes, the past weekend looks like cloud fucking nine.
But allow me to tap the breaks on the bitter, get out some fucking honey, and bring forth the good news bear.
I arrived in Virginia, and had a satisfying, MSG-filled dinner with my friends, and then watched Duke actually beat Purdue, and somehow advance to one more round than I had them pegged to make.
Saturday morning, we went to Old Rag Mountain. But I’m not here to talk about the past. Oh yes, there will be a separate post about Old Rag Mountain, coming very soon.
Afterward, was a long awaited feast at Cici’s Pizza, which was doing some anniversary sale, which meant endless pizza for a minuscule $3.99. I get a lot of flack from people about being somewhat of a tight-wad, and I’ll admit that I can be pretty Jew at times, but you’ll never see stingy until you see a promotional sale price at Cici’s. People bringing entire parties of seven or more, and still griping at the notion that large groups are eating for well under $50. And then there are the Asian folks who give me a bad name, by taking a promotional deal, and compounding coupons on top of it. Okay, I’m aware that I’m still bitching, but the fact of the matter is that I probably would have preferred to have paid the standard cost, and had a much saner, relaxed dining atmosphere, than this past trip.
Upon leaving Cici’s, I witnessed some true genius – a small band of Girl Scouts, peddling cookies outside of Cici’s, instead of the usual grocery/Costco joints, and then it occurred to me just how brilliant it was; kids don’t always go grocery shopping, but there are always kids at Cici’s. And whom are cookies generally aimed towards, asides from fatasses like me? Exactly. But damn it was great to finally get some Thin Mints, despite the fact that they didn’t have any Samoas though.
I finally got to see my parents Saturday night, and they surprised me by having these gigantic New York Stripes that were about a pound each. Not having the heart to refuse a meal with my parents, I sat down and ate half of a steak before hitting the limit. After-dinner coffee resulted in giving me the caffeine necessary to stay up into the wee hours of the night and go hang out with other friends, and guest participate in their weekly podcast.
Sunday was spent going to the batting cages, and practicing my switch-hitting, and then two grown men playing catch. You don’t realize how old you feel you’re getting until two days later, the result of both activities is slightly sore oblique muscles, as well as tired shoulders.
And then was Wrestlemania, headlined by the aforementioned Steak prevailing over the Career. But other thoughts were that John Cena is probably the coolest wrestler in the WWE for his ability to take the immense efforts people put forth to sit in the most expensive seats in the house to hold signs and wear apparel of anti-Cena propaganda, only for him to smile, and pose with his so-called haters. Edge vs. Jericho was a disappointment, Vicki Guerrero should be ashamed of herself for using her dead husband’s mannerisms to get a reaction from the crowd, Bret vs. McMahon sucked, CM Punk vs. Mysterio wasn’t bad, Jack Swagger will be a lame Money in the Bank champion, and probably the first one to not win the world title, Orton sucked, HHH/Sheamus sucked, and thank goodness ShoMiz prevailed over Johnny Nitro and K-Kwik.
But most importantly, as always, it was just simply a pleasant evening being in the presence of my very good friends whom I hardly get to see enough as it is, and deciding that Domino’s “New” pizza is actually pretty dang good.
The next morning, reality decided to bring me back into its nasty clutches, and made me bear witness to what I believed to be Spring Breaks all across the nation or something plaguing Washington Reagan National airport’s flights into Atlanta, causing me to stay at the airport for about eight hours before I could finally manage to snag a middle-seat back to Georgia. Determined to not be too pissed, I found solace in food – After reading about the Mc10:35, I decided that I must try this exotic concoction myself. But since I was in the midst of a FAIL streak, the airport McDonalds saw it fit to pull the plug early, and if not for my insistence, it wouldn’t have come to fruition, but the compromise is that I didn’t get the perfect-circle of egg, but instead a folded-up one.
And to be perfectly honest, it wasn’t too bad at all. You hardly taste the egg or the Canadian bacon, and it just feels like a much more satisfying McDonald’s cheeseburger.
