27.8.06

who are u?

damn ultimate fighting whatever. because of u, i could not get into bw3 tonight to play trivia. a $5 cover, and the place was packed, for ultimate fighting what-the-fuck!? that sorta tells me something about tucson. bw3 has trivia everyday, and the place is never packed. u can go to the bar, play some trivia, in a smoke free setting, eat some good wings (good but small), and drink beer. not good enuff a reason to pack the house. but ultimate fighting what's-its-pants is on, and people are 'fighting' to get in at $5 a pop. playing trivia rocks! back in OH, i had some buddies with whom we warred when it came to trivia. bricks, motor, karl, mac daddy mc. we all played for blood! good times, good times. bricks, motor, and i should have been honory part owners of bw3 during the summer of '95. we all had just recently turned 21. the tribe was playing, and went to the world series that year. the bar had just recently openned before the baseball season started. the place was packed every night. every trivia box would be taken. 3 were always stashed away for us though, just in case we were running late and didn't beat the crowd. that very rarely happenned, but when it did, it wasn't a problem. the trivia games were intense, the baseball games were great! the beers were flowing. life was good. damn, that was 11 years ago! funny how so MUCH shit has happened in those 11 years. sure, it is almost 1/3 of my life, but wow!

anywho, i just settled for sonic for dinner and coffee afterwards, because of damn ultimate fighting jingy-ma-bob.

i still haven't put down my friday night stuff. i am getting into the flow of this now. i have always wanted to do this, blogging that is. before it was even a 'thing to do'. maybe i knew i would do this. either way, i do not like the name: blog. sounds like the noise a cartoon vampire would make when it throws up. B-L-OG.

the only thing, i am a slow typist, and time always seems to be at a premium. like tonight, it is 1:15 AM. i din't go hiking today, and want to do so tomorrow. therefore, i must go!

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