Affording the Rock N Roll Lifestyle

Welcome to Adelaide

Formerly known as Kansas’ Apartment

When having friends over for drinks make sure that you have plenty of ice. This is always important. When you run out of ice it’s time to stop drinking. Also stop drinking if the room spins.

Be sure to add something to the place to show off, like wall art. Plus be sure to have suitable music. Be prepared to change music if needed, as it is important. Especially when there is no tv.

Chairs placed in comfortable talking position. The lack of couch discourages drunkards from making out. But if they are really drunk the floor works just fine. Kitchen people recognize that fridge access may make it necessary for movement from left chair.

Dave, Mike, and the t-shirt

Went to see Dave Matthews last night. It was very enjoyable. Very enjoyable indeed. We got to the grassy parking lot a wee bit after 7pm. I finished off the Morgan (mixed with Coke, but alas no glass so it was out of the bottle for me), while Laura had Southern Comfort. We walked however far it was to the actual concert and made it there just in time to see Dave Matthews, as in just as we were sitting down. The timing was everything.

Now every song they played, I honestly couldn’t tell you. Mainly because I don’t know the names of the tunes. That’s right, I don’t. I don’t even have a single album by them, yet this is the second concert I’ve attended. I do know the last song was the eat, drink, and be merry song. It was very good. Up until the point I thought Patsy Cline type dancer was going to fall on my head.

Everyone packed up and left while we hung out watching the drunk frat boys wrestle and the workers begin to clean up. There was a young lad named Mike to the right of us. He had a bit too much to drink. He couldn’t stand. Either his parents or just some older friends were yelling at him to “Cowboy up!” whatever that means. He was obviously not ready for movement.

Then I found this t-shirt kinda by my head. I think that Patsy might have dropped it. I considered it payment for my near death by being danced on. So now I have a concert t-shirt that really has nothing to do with the band. Rock on!

Ikea, I do love you

It’s true. It’s all true. Everything that Pinky says. I got a Po-Ang. Puppy owner Brad put it together for me because I became h-angry. You know, angry because of hunger. Luckily Jen brought Taquitos, the excellent grade D meat and disaster was avoided.

Overall the I don’t have a roommate celebration was a good one. Everyone had a good time, and if you didn’t I don’t want to hear about it. Really I don’t. The trick is to have a puppy present at all times. Puppy Burt left one of his chew toys this time, so he’ll have to come back next week. There’s a chew toy with his name on it.

Next weeks adventure will be featuring new wall art. This time it’s nicer. The surfing posters are cool, but seriously they are hung with duct tape. Come over, play the game: guess which ones are repeated. Hint: there are four.

Tonight: Dave Matthews Band.

I’m all Alones!

Time to have a Party

So Flatmate moved out. Does this mean I have to start referring to her as ex-Flatmate or used-to-be Flatmate, or even back when I had a flatmate Flatmate? She left loads of stuff so I really don’t have to go to Ikea after all. So now I’ve got this rental car and no place to go. Wait! I know. I’ll have a party and go to the liquor store. Score.

I was wandering around Target yesterday looking for a single pint glass, (a girl has to have her Boddington’s) when I spotted the most awesome thing ever. So I bought it. Now my bathroom is Spider-lious. And very clean too, I haven’t Fantastiked the floor yet, but I will. Oh yes I will.

Everyone stop by Saturday night to check out the kickarse bathroom and the wall of surfing.

Woot

And I mean that. Meg called this morning. It’s always exciting to get phone calls, especially ones from overseas. The dates for Vegas are now set. Sure I’ll purchase a return ticket, but there is no guarentee that I’ll be able to board the plane. I may very well be incarcerated. You know me and I’m the good one compared to Meggales.

And closer to home I stopped by the former Henderson Street bar last night. It has a new name, Off Franklin and all the things that I liked before. Beer, my favorites, chicken, and some damn good guacamole. They painted the bathrooms, but otherwise it’s almost exactly the same (with new ownership of course). For example when I walked in the Man in Black was playing. I knew that I was home.

Woot. And Nick called today. Always like hearing from him. If I could I would totally date him. Mmmm Nick.

We’ve lost a Car

Do you ever have those days where you can’t find your car? I mean you remember driving it. You obiviously parked it somewhere and now you just can’t find it. It happened to me once. I spent 30 minutes in the parking lot of Oliver Hall, sure that I had parked there, in reality I was one lot over and ended up being 30 minutes late to work that day. Doh.

More recently Flatmate misplaced her vehicle. I came home the other day, ate the rest of her cheese and turned on Charmed. She wandered out from the back bedroom, I was shocked. What was she doing home? I didn’t see her car outside. I told her. She kinda frowned and said, but it’s out there. Where? In front of the building. Oh I don’t think so Flatmate. We walked outside, the car was not there.

Flatmate called the police. Officer Bradley came over and got the information. He wasn’t that cute, but very nice and prompt. I was impressed. He even found the vehicle promptly, as it was parked by the mailboxes about 100 yards away.

Holy Mother of all things Sacred

I can’t believe Amanda is leaving me. Leaving. For good. On Friday. Mother of god, Friday. No more late night random chats about crap. No more couch. No more hey Amanda, wanna go see a crappy movie? No more dishes. What am I going to do without Amanda?

Hell of a going away party. I think.
I know that Ben wasn’t there. Bad Ben Bad. Very very Bad. Shame on you. Shame.

I don’t think I should have left the house today, but I did. Library book was due. Don’t want those people after me. They are a bit crazy. Word.

Take that you Liberals! And you too King Arthur!

My boss M told me about an opinion piece discussing my reading material, “What’s the Matter with Kansas?” The piece itself doesn’t bother me, but states what I’ve been thinking about the book, yet for some reason the humble Kansan in me want to kick the crap out of J. PEDER ZANE. Why? Because he’s bad mouthing a Kansan…nobody bad-mouths a Kansan unless it’s another Kansan.

Speaking of Kansans, another one had joined me here in the great “Red” state of NC. I found out it was a Red State from the obivious ways of course. Of course I had never though of states as being either Red or Blue. Oops…my bad.

I went to see King Arthur last night. Bad. Bad. Bad movie. I loved it. I laughed so hard during the two hours that I ended up laughing two hours after it had ended. Does anyone remember a knight named Dagonet? Kinda sounds like Magonet. And are they yelling for toast or what? And by the way…what the hell is she wearing?

Something’s happening here

What it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it’s time we stop, children, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down

I say there are strange things afoot at the Circle K. The 4th of July weekend went on without any explosions from myself, as all the decent fireworks are illegal in North Carolina. I threatened to create my own, but we all know that it would never happen. Apparently Ultra-Fitness Matt and friends located some dynomite and created holes in the earth about the size of a basketball. Mints burnt his finger on an oversized bottle rocket because he thought it wise to hold it while it was lit. The place on ground, light fuse, get away part apparently didn’t quite get through. Jen got to spend it on a boat watching all the pretty colors in the sky. I was with the neighbor drinking quite heavily. So I guess it wasn’t too bad.

Monday I wandered downtown and hung out with the locals. I forgot how funny the locals can be. Peaches even danced for me and I didn’t have to throw peanuts or anything. I ended up hanging out at Caribou, since Strong’s is oh-so-gone. The little Caribou chick came out and told people to buy stuff if they were going to sit in the chairs, but by associating myself with the super-locals they passed me by. Muhahah.

I saw Spiderman 2. Truly disappointed. You people said it was good. Shame on you. Shame. Sure it was better than DareDevil, but really what movie isn’t besides Battlefield Earth? Luckily I still have Riddick to keep me happy.

I’ve decided that anytime I put a book over in the reading list it’s like condenming it to the back burner. Yeah, I’m reading them…but like only in the bathroom. So no more listing books over there as they won’t get finished. So this book, I will say that I’m reading but only because I liked the title and Burdett gave it a good review.

Oh…and Paul…shame on you for not updating when you said you would. Shame.

Ooo…Explosions

It’s here! Or almost here. The day that I can play with fire and people won’t look at my so strangely. I love the 4th of July. Fireworks, fireworks, and maybe some grillin. Last year I got hit by a errant bottlerocket. The year before that I believe I was drunk on the beach in Japan with Mr. Louis complaining that we had bought only fountains and nothing that truly exploded. Before that I blew up a bucket with Andrew. Ah…goodtimes.

I think I used to be more clever, or had better things to talk about. These days it’s the same old shit. Library school blah blah blah. Work blah blah blah. Riddick blah blah blah. I’m disappointed in me.