weekend in reverse

Friday night, the Princess and I headed to the movies. Waiting in line I was struck by the overall ugliness of the crowd in line. I don't mean mood. I mean looks. These people were downright unattractive and borderline hideous. I was pretty sure there were extra fingers, toes and chromosomes in this crowd. The Princess and I looked like freakin' rock stars.

Then it occurred to us that it was Friday the 13th and all these people were here to see, um, you know, "Friday the 13th."

Yikes. you know it's a rough crowd when you see multiple Insane Clown Posses T-shirts.

After Princess and I left our movie, one of the Friday the 13th exiters, sauntered towards me, baggy pants, sideways hat and Carmelo jersey yelling into the cell phone, talking to that "dumb mothafucka." Then she went to the ladies room.

I pissed my pants a little. I had just seen "Milk." I wasn't feeling my manliest.

I'm pretty sure Jason would be scared to shit of that crew.

Tips for a Saturday night...

This photo of an unidentified man is all that remains from a Saturday night in Columbus.

here's the thing about drinking, going out and getting old - it's all about momentum. When you're a young'un, you can lose steam and quickly regather aforementioned steam, but at my advanced age, one slip-up and the night can turn into a headache and yawn fest.

So, when the band me and a couple others trekked to the campus area to see decided not to take the stage until 1 a.m., all momentum from earlier drinking was lost. Too bad, cause they seemed good.

And yes, i said "campus area." it brought back a lot of memories: the unsafe housing, the alcohol marketing materials used as decoration inside every apartment and the beer bottles strewn all about the, uh, everywhere. (wait, I think I left that one there in 1993.)

As for attending a shithole bar on campus to see a band, it was great to see the same alternative cast of characters still frequenting these establishments:

- the kid with the olive green Army jacket, big glasses and Chuck Taylors.
- the bartender with bangs so low you couldn't see her eyes, but somehow remained mysteriously hot.
- the funky girls with the funky glasses and funky clothes
- the guys who are way too old to be there, but they're in the band so...
- the rest wearing black or brown or ironic shirts. could have all been Stache's in 1994 as far as I was concerned. in fact, I think some of these people were probably there.

Anyway, it was good to hang out with the Fremont visitors.

Never sit behind this guy

when you go to a US Men's National team game.

Actually, it was fine. I just did a bit of dodging. For those of you non-soccer believers, bite me. If you'd been at Crew Stadium tonight in the middle of some kind of rainy tornado with drums and bands and Mexicans, you'd love it too.

And the USA won, 2-0. Suck it, Tri-Colores.

The Mexican fans were nice, but they kept chanting something that sounded like Meh-Hee-Ko. Whatever, i couldn't follow those crazy accents.

The worst part of the evening was the absolute clusterf*ck getting to the game in the middle of a hurricane.



That picture about sums it. So Mrs. Shepler and I got out early to walk, while Mr. Shepler parked the car somewhere in Chillicothe, RAN to the game and got there at the same time as we did. Show off.

the game was awesome. Especially since the team I was rooting for won. Otherwise, it would have sucked.

the trip home included mud and a tour of some of Columbus' better neighborhoods between 4th and Summit. We also bought crack.

Hats, hats, hats

seem to be playing an overstated role in my life.

Hat trick! Against the Red Wings no less.


Mucho thanks to MacDaddy for going with me on a last minute's notice and for remembering to bring a hat to toss on the ice. Although, it was an Ohio University hat, so no big loss.


And then there's the hat of the Princess, who joined me for Groundhog's celebration in Linden of all places.



For those of you who know the Princess, let's not tell her about her pic being on the internets. I would be beaten.

As for my hat on this evening, let's just say "Shaft." It's a good thing I was close to Cleveland Avenue. I took a couple ladies over there later in the night and got some work in.

Other stuff:

- Nearly quit work in fit of rage. Decided not to. Then nearly did cause I was mad again. Seriously, why can't everyone just do as I want? This would make work much more bearable. Then remembered we're in a recession. I hope I don't get laid off. That's not my style. I like to go out in a blaze of embarrassment and slight humiliation.

- If you're on the facebook, like me, you have undoubtedly been tagged with the 25 things. For those of you who don't know, you're supposed to come up with some bullshit list of 25 things about yourself and share it with all the jerkos on facebook. yeah. blow me. If there were 25 things, and I can neither confirm nor deny that there are, it's none of your business.

- FIVE GUYS.

- Mellow Mushroom is up next.

- With these developments, I've learned Polaris is too far from my apartment. Or maybe it's better that way.

- I found a house I want to buy. Now, if I had a down payment and my credit didn't suck and I made enough money to afford it, I'd be in fine shape. Other than that, I'm thinking I'm in by April. It's empty anyway. They probably won't notice.

- Or maybe I'll move away.