Annual Ski Trip.

This Friday is our 3rd Annual Ski trip for my friends and i . I wish i could say i was exited about it but honestly i just don't feel anything for it. No anxiety, No wishful thinking about the snow conditions, not anything really. Its weird, maybe because i have been working for over ten days straight and unable to get out of my work mindset. Therefore preventing me to looking forward of an upcoming mini-vacation. I 'm not sure what it is but i have to remember to bring some linens and get some travel size toiletries later, yea that should be exciting.



Don't get me wrong, i really do like the ski trip and i hope we continue this for many years to come. in the past few trips was such a great time and i am sure this one will be no exception. One tradition we have is that we hold a Beer-pong tournament on one of the nights. The winner basically has bragging rights until the next Ski trip. Pelettire and Frankie has won the past few years and they do not at all try to be humble about it. I swear, if i hear them call each other "Champ" every time they see each other, I'm going to cup a fart and throw it in both their mouths every time they say it, I don't think i could take another year of that bullshit.

This past weekend went pretty well, I met up with Kristen on Sunday. We try to see each other when we can, but most of the time having conflicting schedules when we can finally get together its months apart. Its unfortunate, but it is better than nothing.



We went out to shop at the new Bargains Book store in Centereech which was surprisingly nice. The other Bargain Books in Medford was a frigging horror show, basically random books thrown every which way any where they could fit on a shelf. The beauty of that mess was that you could just spend hours wandering any aisle and find some hidden treasures. I once found this really excellent rendition of "The Art of War" for only a dollar.



The layout of the Centereech store has a Borders feel to it. Very organized, but the selection wasn't that great. I did manage to find "Gonzo" the biography of Hunter S. Thompson the hard cover edition which was a definite score, other book stores had it sold out the day it came out.



I recommended "The Time Travellers Wife" to Kristen to read, I'm not really into Chick-Lit but this one was recommended by a friend of mine and I'm not going to lie, it was a really fun read and it was a compelling love story that would leave you beside yourself with emotions like a smacked toddler. I hope she enjoys it.



After the book store Kristen treated me out to the Cheesecake Factory for dinner, there we caught up on each others lives and exchange a few gossip tales of our mutual friends. She then invited me to see a live taping of The daily Show on Monday which i was more than happy to accompany her.



Monday came and it was unseasonably warm which made the trip out to Manhattan real pleasant. This time of the year, after all the Holiday hoopla and most of the tourist have travelled back to their ass backwards hillbilly mid-western lives, its a little bearable walking around the streets during the beginning of the work week.



The Daily Show studio is located on 51st between 10th and 11th. Frankie met us out there for the show after his interview. I really wanted him to grow out a unemployed beard till he had a legit job but he's a party pooper. His company was well appreciated with Kristen and i and we basically bullshitted the whole time we were on line. For future reference, you don't really have to get there early like they say you have to. No matter where you sit inside the studio is a good seat. I was surprised to know that the audience is only about a hundred people and that by the producers desk, which was a basically a eight foot picnic table with a few T.V screens and laptops , they also had a "Uncle Johns Bathroom reader 2004 edition". John Stewart came out to address the audience and talked about how they wanted to give their writers on the show the same deal that Letterman gave to his writers, but had some difficulty with the higher-ups. He also explained that they were not taking the situation lightly. I thought that was a honorable thing to do for the rest of his staff even though throughout the show he was ridiculing the strike itself. It is a retarded standoff really, i mean in long run just give credit where credit is due, whatever form of media it may be if there is money to be paid, all creative team members need to get a little piece of the action. But i will write about that some other time.

All in all i had a great time. Kristen is by far the best date i had this year, i hope i see her soon.

A New Year

New Years went well, had a great time at Tsalvos’s house. There was large variety of alcohol there and yet I only stuck with scotch and vodka, well mostly those two. I also drank some whiskey a few beers a couple of Jager bombs and the holiday punch. Suffice to say I puked in the morning.

Erin gave me a very nice gift, a bottle of jack and a framed photo of us she took on her last birthday. She definitely put allot of effort into it I must say and was very thoughtful, I do not have many pictures of my family or friends so I really do need more and I think I left my camera at the house. I have to remember to bring her gift home from work. I got her the 1st season of 30 Rock and I hope she falls in love with show as I did. Oh! If you’re reading this Erin before I give it to you just act surprised when you get it.

My New Years Resolutions:
Quit smoking. I believe over ten years of smoking was good run and it’s about time I’d quit the Devil’s candy. If I go on smoking the way I am I can just picture myself in the next few years acting surprised when the doctor tells me I have cancer.

Take more pictures. I recently bought a pretty cool digital camera, and I’m just going to start to bring it around with me everywhere I go.

Go skydiving this spring/summer

Buy a new car.

Actually try and date again. I took some time off, well I took ALLOT of time off but now I think I’m ready to go at it again.

Lets see if actually keep those resolutions, most likely 3 out of 5 I’ll definitely do.

Hey Yo! Look at my striped shirt dammit!!

I just got back from Machaheys in Centereech to celebrate Homeboy Pete's birthday, and let me just say to the ladies out there, what the fuck do you see in these plethora of clones of guys at these club/bar scene? I swear do all these guys get up in the morning and gel their hair up like a fucking anime character and believe that it looks good? Whats worst is that they also put on their best striped shirt like its a prerequisite with the hair. A fucking clone army of Guido stupidity. If they act thuggish too, well then, that's just the icing on  the fucking cake. First of all, how urban can you possibly be if when we go outside at night we both hear the same sounds of the crickets chirping . Is it really that hard living in your white neighborhood? From the immortal words of Dennis Leary "Pick up your pants!". Never got that hip-hop culture the mentality that acting like retarded black child on acid is hip. Don't get me wrong i like SOME rap, Nas, The roots,Biggie, the old school shit really. But i digress.


Right now I'm just focusing on the Guidos i have seen tonight. Is that what i have to result to actually meeting some girl at a club/bar
bringing myself down to that level i can only imagine the conversations i would have.

"Hey YO! look at my striped shirt! FUCKING LOOK AT IT YO!"
"AWWWW yeah baby you looking gooooooooood!"
"Fuck yeah baby girl i do look good! Yow want be my shorty?"
"You gonna be my sugar daddy?"
"Hells yeah! i like liked you since like......forever".
"Forever ever ever?"
"Forever ever ever ever girl!"

That is the way at least i see it going down. AHHHHHHHHH! GOD!!! i hate living on Long Island sometimes.

Have it Your Way Burger Bitch.

Due to a nights worth of punishing my liver with an obscene amounts of scotch and beer, I felt like battery acid waking up this morning.Grudgingly getting myself ready for work my stomach started to grumble very loud and oddly in a upbeat tempo that would make a decent audition piece for the Transiberian Orchestra. 

Perhaps it was arguing with my liver?

 So i decided to go to Burger King for lunch. Waiting on line i can already see the cashier being in a real pissy mood. She could of been no more than twenty years old and with a face that just screams out BITCH!. While i was waiting on line my friend Homeboy Pete comes walking in for his lunch break. I go up and order two whooper Jr's, medium sized Onion rings, four piece chicken tenders, and a small fountain drink.

 "is that it?" she said with this tone that sounded like,"Anything else you would like to send down that pie hole of yours fatass?".

 " Yes that would be all" i said with a tone that hopefully sounded like,"Yeah you Burger Bitch thats what i want!"

    Homeboy Pete comes up next to order while i wait for mine and asks for a Triple Cheeseburger.

 " i have to get a manager" she said.

 Homeboy Pete and i look at each other in confused look over why she had to bring management into this for a fucking burger. She then asks the manager on how to make a Triple cheeseburger, overhearing this i blatantly state to both of them

 " three patties and cheese! it's not that hard". 

  They give me this look of disgust and go about their burger duties. Homeboy Pete hardly containing himself from a fit of laughter and i now wait. When my order was done, she just plops my bag of food on the counter, and the way she did it just triggered this pent up anger and i say to her,

"Your just a giant fucking ray of sunshine, you know that?"

  Without skipping a beat she tells me to "go fuck yourself". So i Said, 

"OH! I will, and when I'm violently masturbating later i will be thinking of you!".

With that she had this look that was so priceless that while driving to work and eating that burger, it never tasted so sweet.

I Fucking hate Burger King.