MAX!

I'm an uncle yet again. My nephew Max was born yesterday at 1:30ish down in Texas. The Bris, which I have vowed to make it to, is next wednesday. With flight prices looking to be about $700, i think i'm going to drive. I think i might splurge and rent a Cadillac so that the 18 hour drive each way is comfortable.

In other family news, Ethan, Lainey, and I went to see the Incredibles last night. After the two hours of action movie, and enough sugar snacks to give an elephant the shakes, I dropped the kids back to my brothers to let him deal with the sugar buzz. We had an awesome time.

How great it is to be an uncle.

basted and baked big bird

time to hide the Playboys in a drawer. My parents roll into town tomorrow to stay with me for a few days over the holidays. it's a little stressful as it is a huge change from my normal come & go "bachelor" lifestyle except for the fact that i don't have 15 women whom i wheedle down each week with token roses in front of an audience of millions. i will make every attempt at staying sober.

Sunday night i went to see The Incredibles with Baf. Good flick as far as animation goes story line wasn't anything unexpected but that's not a startling revelation. Perhaps that's what makes Shrek so good...the animation is excellent and the plotline is just kind of bizarre. I think I'll take Scott/Tiff's kids to go see it (The Incredibles) tomorrow. Should be fun.

you may be older, but it's still my ass

ah the holidays! you know it's here by how cranky people are getting. the NBA fights (i hope they never play basketball again), the college football fights, and yes, even the bar (almost a fight). In the quiet burg of Twin Lakes, I have had to ask a total of 3 people to leave in the more than two years that i worked there. I've cut off about the same number. Well, on Saturday night, not only did I cut off 3 people, but had to ask two more to leave. What the hell? You'd think that people know how to behave themselves, but give them a couple of beers and they all turn into 2 year olds.

First there was Darrel and Darryl. After having a nice meal they come out to the bar for a couple of drinks and start heckling the guitarist at an EXTRAORDINARY volume. I walk on down there and ask them nicely to keep it down and they apologize for being loud. So I think all is good. I go about my business and the next thing I know, they're yelling again. Before I have the chance to get down there, another customer gets up and walks over to them. Oh boy, here we go. Words are exchanged, the room goes silent and there's me, Darrel and Darryl and the man whom they refer to as 'short stack' having quite the conversation. Eventually, Darrel and Darryl use their pebble sized brains to figure out that they are, in fact, assasnine pieces of garbage that were left behind on pick-up day. So they leave after quite the discussion and antics.

Enter Older-than-dirt and Super-drunky-old-lady. Older-than-dirt sits down and order a Miller Lite and looks at another patron (whom she knew) to pay for it. The man looks like he has been put on the spot and forced to dig for his wallet. Bitch. Super-drunky-old-lady is having a tough time finding a bar stool even though the bar has 4 people in it. I tell OTD that I can't serve her friend if she is that intoxicated. SDOL start caressing a patron who is (now) visibly uncomfortable. OTD pisses and moans and I hold my ground albeit poorly as I'm slightly intimidated by someone who I've been taught to respect because they are older than I. This respect quickly goes out the door. Long story short: OTD drinks her Miller Lite like it's the last one on earth (forcing me to stay open...it's 1:30am) and SDOL thinks that her club soda is vodka and soda with a twist (there wasn't even a lemon in the thing...jesus!)

What a weekend.