I went out with some people at work last night to happy hour at Kildare's.

Mike Georgeff had invited me. It was good to come out and see some people I work with in a social setting. I like that my job is like that. There are forty-year olds I can hang out with, but there are also a bunch of people my age I can hang out with as well.

Justin Buchanan, Bruce Dennis, and Lee-Ann camefrom GHR, and some of Mike's friends came out as well. Adam Fortuno was supposed to come out, but I had heard he had a medical emergency with his family, so I understand that. Steve Mullen, who left GHR shortly after I joined, was supposed to show, too. Don't know what happened to him. I also got to meet and hang out with Cliff (one of Mike's friends), who as it turns out, is the son of the Schuylkill Township Police Dept.'s Sergeant Cliff. Dude! But he was a cool dude. Lee-Ann's husband (whose name I don't currently remember) showed up and hung out with us for a few hours.

This was my first time at Kildare's. The first thing one should know about Kildare's in King of Prussia is, you can't get there from here. If you're coming down 202 North, well it's on the Southbound side so you have to get in the far left lane at North Gulph Road and flip a U-ie into the place. For a Thursday night, the place was packed. The free valet parking was good fortune, though. The line was so freakin' long, though. All the way out of Kildare's out in front of patio.com, all the way out to North Gulph Road in one direction and all the way back out to 202 South in the other. It took me like a half hour just to get in and I was still only the second one there, after Mike.

Kildare's was pretty cool. Definitely a step above dive. You know, shit on the walls and shit. Live music. There was a guy playing a solo acoustic set. He wasn't terrible. He was actually a very good guitarist, but his song selection was just putting me to sleep. There was a very Bill-Chott-in-The-Ringer-esque looking fellow who just walked onstage and just started playing the tambourine. Dude, this guy took his job waaaaay too seriously. He had one Michael Jackson glove, you know, to protect his tambourine hand from injury. :| I'm not even sure he was actually part of the act, but he played that tambourine all night, with some soul. :|

I paced myself pretty well. We all know how out of control I can get. I started with a couple of lagers. Shortly I moved to the amaretto/rocks. I was starting to feel myself after a while, so I slowed down. That Buchanan kid can drink. He had like 4 Guinness' and a carbomb in the span of like an hour and fifteen minutes. After a couple of hours, we all started moving to the $2 well drinks. They were cheap and get you fucked up almost just as quickly as top shelf. Rum & cokes for everyone!

Georgeff was fuckin funny after gettin some drinks in him. At first, he was like, "This guitarist is putting me to sleep." A few drinks later, "He's not that bad." A few more, "This is a great guitarist!" After a couple hours he was like, "This guy is the shit!" Later, when the DJ came on (around midnight), he just couldn't resist dancing. I just sat ther watching his skinny white butt bust a move. Though we got pissed at the DJ because in the middle of playing Sublime - What I Got, his fucking cd started skipping. Man, fucked up our drunken groove.

We had a good time. The $2 well drinks did us in, I think though. We were there drinking until about 1 in the morning. Well, at least I was. I couldn't drink anymore and not be fucked up the next day at work. I had to leave. As I hear, Mike and Cliff closed the place down. We were all a little concerned about how Mike was going to get home.

I had to take Mike to pick up his car this morning from Kildare's. Evidently, he rode home with Cliff (who was also phucked up) and took his wife's car in the next morning.

Labels: Bars, Night life, Work

Well, today's the day! She's finally out! We moved my mother out of my house and into her own house down the block.

I couldn't have picked a better day to take off of work. We couldn't have picked a worse day to move. It snowed all bleeding day. Stuff was wet, stuff was cold.

The move actually went relatively smoothly. We got going early, around 8AM. We got everything onto the truck with no problems. The movers were great.

The only snag was getting the movers down to the new spot. There's always gotta be one gotcha.

My mother had to pick a unit next to the complex manager's unit. I knocked on their door to ask if they wouldn't mind moving their car so that the truck could fit sideways. For no reason, the manager's husband decided he wanted to flex. He started raising hell because he didn't want to move his car. He started insulting the movers and threatening them. There was no call to react like that to a simple request. He could have just said, "No."

Good God. While he's on a tirade, I'm trying to ease hime down, Mom's trying to ease the movers down. I their frustration, they backed the truck up onto the property manager's lawn and left a divot. Oh God!

Oy vey! Well after all that shit settled, everything went back to running smoothly. We got movers in and out of there in the snow, had about a dozen deliveries, and got her settled in in just a few hours. Not a bad day overall, save for the incident.

Labels: Household

Did you see Kellie Pickler on American Idol tonight?

Holy Shit! Did she buy some knockers or what? I mean talk about jugs!

"So, Kellie, Did you buy anything with your money?"
    "I bought some shoes."
"Anything else?"
    "I bought a lot of shoes."

Bear in mind, she's still dumb as ever. I truly believe she didn't understand the question. That whole thing with the spider sushi was a genuine Pickler blonde moment.

"They actually put real spiders in the sushi."
    "No, they don't."
"Uh, huh. it's got the little legs and everything."
    "Yeah, not actual spiders."
"What do you mean?"
--Pregnant Pause--
    "It's a long story."

You can't script that kind of television. One of the few times I've actually seen Ryan Seacrest be genuinely witty.

And by the way, I don't believe that any album that she put out was certified gold. I think like ten people actually own that album and nine of them are her family. I think that qualifies as certified aluminum doesn't it?

Yes, sweetie. Look at the pickle. Oy vey! America? Nevermind.

Labels: TV