Blogs before bed #2.

Ok folks, even though the title says "#2", this is the first OFFICIAL entry in the "Blogs before bed" series. It's ten 'til 2 a.m., and the real question is, are YOU as excited as I am? You should be.

Today flew. That's right. Flew. Soared in after kickin' it late last night until I woke up around 10 this morning. The sleep before that was one of those where I was so tired I felt like my body had a vacuum cleaner built around it trying to take me into dreamland. You ever get so tired that it hurts to lift your head or your eyes, but kind of hurts to shut them and rest at the same time? Not too fun, eh?

Anyway, woke up to the same alarm clock I've had since I was nine. It's that classic digital clock/radio with the red numbers and the fake wood panels on the sides. Pretty much 76% of people my age have or have had it, but I can't get rid of it. I tried using a different one my freshman year of college, but it was too bright and it came equipped with nature sounds that just didn't sound natural. Needless to say, it didn't work out, but oh well, that's life sometimes. Anyway, my old trusty red digits finally got me outta bed after slapping the snooze button three times and gaining a nice 27 extra minutes of sleep (thanks to my nine minute snooze increments). Even thinking about the sound of that alarm makes me cringe right now, but it's the only thing that can get me outta bed. Kinda like my own personal fake electronic rooster.

Got outta bed and went to work at Sticks. It was a pretty typical Thursday, so I had a couple of tables and pretty much hung out and drank sweet tea the rest of the time. Gotta be careful with that though. There are lots of delicious, empty calories in sweet tea, so I only fill the bottom of the glass when I drink it. Of course, I do this throughout the day, so it adds up, but I still feel better about it. Whatever works, right?

Finished the shift channel surfing and came across some semi-old-school Mayer on Palladia. Watched him jam out with Buddy Guy and played it on surround sound in the restaurant. It was nice.

After this I rolled over to walk the dogs with Amanda and hit the gym, only to go BACK out for Mexican food and completely negate the experience. It was delicious and worth it. Next we helped her mom with an errand and got into a discussion with her about different trends of collectibles that people have gotten into over the years, and it sparked a memory of a slightly embarrassing business venture I got into as a 12-13 year old kid.

It was back in the day when I was BARELY too old to enjoy action figures and stuffed animals, but JUST old enough to appreciate the value of a buck. It was also 1997-98, when Beanie Babies and Star Wars figures hit the planet by storm. Some kind of light bulb went off in my head then, and I thought of a GENIUS plan to collect as many of these items as I could without unwrapping them or cutting off the tags so that I could resell them one day at a much higher price. Pretty smart for a tweener, right? The only problem was that every soccer mom and flea market merchant in the country had the same idea. Damnit. Sad thing is that I still have boxes full of these things in my closet, waiting to be resold for [less] than I paid for them ten years ago, although DING (light bulb as I'm writing), they COULD add up to a pretty sweet plane ticket if I can find some buyers. Hmmm...

Speaking of the nineties, we also watched a movie called "The Whackness" tonight, which was pretty cool and has a title that is VERY quotable for whack situations, such as how the economy is these days (WHACK), and how Michael Vick thinks he's gonna get signed by a new team (WHACK). Anyway, check it out if you get a chance, because it takes place in '94, so it's got a killer soundtrack...

Moving on, it's not officially FRIDAY, and I've got work at 6 tonight followed by a weekend with no girlfriend (WHACK). SHE gets to go to ATL and see SIR Paul McCartney in concert live at Piedmont Park. Pretttttty cool I must say. Not gonna lie, I'm gonna miss her, but she promised me a concert call or two, so I'll at LEAST get to hear him rock it out.

As far as Greensboro is concerned, some old friends are in town, and of course, the Beaver Boys are always ready to kick it...(don't ask).

So for now, goodnight, ladies and gents. Or good morning. Either way. And have a STELLAR weekend.

I'll be in touch...
DS.