As per Monday-morning protocol, here is the weekend recap: Friday: I spent Friday night playing poker at a friend from college's house. More accurately, I should say that I spent it at Loc's ex-girlfriend, who we all still talk to because she's a super-cool girl's house. It was Loc's ex-girlfriend, her husband and two of her coworkers. I was definitely out of place and lost in many of the early conversations. Once the tequila started flowing, however, the party started to loosen up. There was this girl there named Kathy who was cracking me up all night. The unfortunate thing about it was that she didn't know what the hell she was doing. Any time I bet big, she'd call, all the while looking at me with this really cute look on her face, like she was trying to read me. The thing about that though is that at one point she busted my pocket Aces with a 6-9 unsuited. She caught two pair on the river and doubled up, playing the hand because she "had to play it, it was 69. hehehe." She also busted my A-K suited with trip 3s and my pocket kings with a straight draw on ...

Fucking snow. I knew I should have never moved back from Oklahoma. Seriously, it's like 60 degrees down there right now. Here's my weekend in a nutshell: Friday night: The BnFnH crew all had the night off of work, so we cruised out to Lucky's in Novi to play some video games, drink some beers and just cause general havoc. First, let me say that if you're at a place like that, keep a close eye on your video game card (which contains all the credits you've purchased to play games). I left two sitting in the machines, essentially wasting $20. While there we met up with the Mizzi's ex-beau, Jill. She's a cute girl, well, except for her pumpkin-head. Seriously, there's got to be plastic surgery for this. Cranial-reduction, maybe? Saturday: Holy crap, where the hell did all this snow come from? Beaker, Do and I were supposed to go put together the paperwork for the new townhouse but Mother Nature sort of put the kibosh on that. The blizzard kind of limited my options for entertainment, so it was spent just kind of laying low. Loc and I did end the night, however, at BW-3 with the second-to-best line of ...

I had this whole thing written out about how I discovered the source of all my (and my teams') recent bad luck, but it was really boring. Who cares? Long story short, I've been wearing these wrist bands for all of last season with the Rebels, the two games we've played this season, and the past three games with the American Eagles. Save yesterday's Eagles game, where I lost the writstbands halfway through, we've lost all of those games. My performance has been a lot less than stellar in those weeks as well, but once I lost the wristbands, things got exponentially better. Our team pulled ahead and we won the game. The wristbands, I've decided, were the cancer. I'm contemplating burning them. What do you think? Other than that epiphany, last night was great. Blondie came out and watched my hockey game. We won, and I made two horrible plays and four really huge plays, so in the end, I'm +2. The big plays, by the way, came after I took those fucking sweatbands off. After the game, I met up with Loc, Beaker and Cannons at the bowling alley. We used to bowl all the time back in the ...

I had one of the busiest weekends I can remember as far as the sheer amount of crap being shoveled my way. I'll spare you the gritty details on most of it, and just give you the round-up: Divorce: It's a nasty word, and I found out it's hitting my (extended) family again. Ugh. Engagements: One friend (the Mizzi) got engaged. Another (Roman) is about to. They're dropping like flies. BnFnH. Breaking up/making up: Another girl I know seems determined to stay in a situation that is clearly unhealthy. I know how it can feel to lose someone you love and I know how all you want to do is hope that things can get better, but the guy seems resolute in his disdain for her, as is evidenced here. I just don't understand how a) she can believe all the horrible things he says about her and b) she can think that without him and his abuse, her life is incomplete. He tells her right out that she's weak, that he owns her, and she laps it up like a cat with a saucer of milk. I have been through this garbage, I have been the one who was cut down, made to ...

So here's my weekend in a nutshell: Friday: I worked like a madman until late and hung out met a friend for a few drinks afterward. Late (we're talking 1:30 a.m.) another friend of mine needed a drinking buddy, so I grabbed my trusty fifth of Maker's Mark and headed over. We watched several episodes of Sex and that City, which I had never seen before, and talked. Obviously, we talked about her troubles, and I really hope I was able to help. I get frustrated sometimes because what seems so obvious to me is impossible for her to see. Whenever I find myself getting to the point where I just want to shout, "Don't you see what's going on here!" I have to stop and think about what I've gone through in the last couple months and remember what it feels like to be blinded by love and all those horrible, hurt feelings and raw emotions that come out of a situation like this. I think I'm over my break-up, but it took three months (one month for each year, is it supposed to be that brief?) But it took a lot of work and a lot of alcohol. So, ...

So Saturday night, because we had nothing better to do, Loc and I went to a bar called Kickers to meet up with Loc's friend Joy and her friends. I've driven by the place 1,000 times but I never knew it was such a huge dance club. The clientele consisted mostly of the typical younger crowd of chachs and girls in their mini-tops and party pants. The saving grace for this place, in my mind, however, was the older working-class crowd. There were a ton of guys with mullets and women with mall bangs, but I think the woman who took the prize was the blonde we saw with the permed, long blonde hair. We noticed her because she was wearing a leather jacket with Garfield stretched across the back. The jacket was black, so the bright, orange cat really stuck out. Down the sleeves, in big, green, block letters was his name "GARFIELD". As if that wasn't good enough, when she turned around we got a real laugh. Under the jacket she was wearing a white belly shirt with the playboy logo on the front and dark blue, stonewashed, tapered jeans that rode super high. She completed the outfit with ...

I've been terribly neglectful in not updating this over the weekend. I don't remember doing all that much, but I guess I just didn't have time. I've got a lot to say now, though, so grab a cup of coffee and settle in, because this may take a few moments. First, the recap: Friday: I didn't do anything. I stayed home and got work done. I have a ridiculous amount of days off in the coming weeks, so there was a lot of project work I wanted to get done before my vacation time started. Saturday: I hung out during the day and at night went to Hooters with Loc for some wings. After that we hung out at BW-3s for awhile with Carrie and Bryan. From there we went to couple's night at Peanut's, watched them play cards and get drunk for awhile, then decided to leave when Peanut's wife-to-be said to me (while she had a 4-inch knife in her hand) "I think I'm going to be a mean drunk tonight." That was enough for us, so we went to some booty bar to hang out with Joy and her cute friends. More on the booty bar later. Sunday: I ran ...