Well, it’s been one interesting short week.

My friends are resilient. It’s still like the Bad News Bears play soccer, but they keep trying. At least I got to see people getting tripped all over the place. I also saw a man score so much he was too tired to stand later and got proposed to by a man (who frankly, is way to hairy for me), so I’m thinking it was a full day.

At least the band (Cowboy Junkies) was good last night. I guess. After picking up friends and several bums along the way, we promptly missed a turn and would up spending an inordinate amount of time in Ekerds. We eventually made it to the place (Cats Cradle) and promptly drove down a bike path. And things just got weirder from there.

First, the ticket boy lost one of our tickets. Within 2 minutes. It was amazing. Then we find out the venue requested No Smoking. Can you believe it? Fellow tobacco land freaks unite and squash such blasphemy! Oh wait, I was actually happy about that. And yet very surprised. Of course, to make up for this unexpected comfort, I had to sit between the rails. And eventually was stuffed in a corner and mocked the entire night.

And people say the darndest things:

"well now I’ve finally seen a dog uglier than mine."

"want some smushed, sticky candy from my pocket?"

"does she do a cover of Wayne Newton? Well then, what good is she?"

"you should come swimming with us."

The good news was the band was good, altho I think the sound guys around here still never realize the bass is always too loud. And Chris was nice enough to lend us his car for the trip and I got to hang out with Jeremy again who I haven’t seen in awhile. Of course I could’ve seen him today because I think he slept in his truck, but that’s another story. At least he didn’t wuss out because he needed his beauty sleep. Ahem.

Which is all better than the fire drill we had yesterday. When people hear the alarm, why do they not leave? The last thing I want is to be burned alive. And of course after we walked all 6 flights down the alarm went off. So most people say, "yeah, it’s never really a fire." And thus you can tell right away they’ve never lived in Cincinnati.

So after getting back I told my boss I needed the rest of the day off as Workman’s comp because the walking hurt my feet so bad. He was actually afraid and said, "oh, don’t do that. The last thing I need is to be the first IT manager with an OSHA complaint!" hmm, something to keep in mind when they try to fire me.

So today I’m too tired to see straight or walk and they want me to make a trip to ISU. Yeah, I don’t know what or where that is either, other than "somewhere out there in the flatlands we call the MidWest." I’ve checked all the flight possibilities and I think I’m going to have to reinvent the Pony Express to get there.

But I may not have to make the trip at all. Because I’ll probably be dead. That’s because tomorrow I get to go help out with a dog-walk, fundraiser things. Strange dogs seem to have a habit of mauling me on site actually. Hell, the one I‘m sitting now knows me and still mauls me. At least she’s a ‘small’ pitbull. Ugh. (and yes, I have wondered which of us has the stronger jaws/teeth).

But none of this will matter soon. That’s right, Are You Ready For Some Football?!

So me and my favorite alter ego (‘Him’) will be cheering on the Sunday Madness for the next 17wks at least! Woohoo!

Have a great weekend!