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Enjoying my last few responsibility free years left.

Profitable Weekend?

Whoops, I wrote this Sunday and forgot to post it.

For the first weekend in probably hundreds in a row, I actually finished with more money in my wallet than I started with. Thanks to a win in a poker game, and not going to the bar on Saturday, this was a rarity in my world. I didn’t get too wasted either night and survived in tact. Nothing too exciting happened either so I’m not going to bore you with flip cup details or any other standard event. I woke up late, played some bball, did some running, then beat the Sheee in Mini Golf which was pretty fun. Entourage and True Blood were on tonight so I watched them. I also see that OchoCinco has his own Bret Michaelsesque reality show which I’m obviously going to watch. These shows are so far into absurdity that I really find them amusing. At least with Ocho the ladies are getting a superman of sorts compared to an aging rock star that is suffering strokes like Bret Michaels. I’m also reading a book my sister recommended which I’m just getting into. It’s called “the girl with the dragon tattoo” and its about 600 pages so it’s going to take some time to finish. I usually don’t do things off of people’s recommendations but every once in a while I’ll read something somebody said was good.

By Tom Stortz|2010-07-12T20:40:53-04:00July 12th, 2010|My Life|0 Comments

What can I say

So I had a good week. Good week at work. Good week exercising. Good week all around. Now’s the time to not fuck it up by doing something stupid. I’m engaging in some strict guidelines to make this weekend work. No drinking till at least 8 o’clock. My pregames can sometimes begin as early as 4pm and that usually leads to blackout nights. Now I am certainly capable of downing enough alcohol starting at 8 to get blackout drunk, that’s not in question, but the pace to drink at before going out to the bar is to be moderated. No double rum and cokes. Strictly beer as the double’s lead to blackouts. No walking home. Taxi’s only and there should be no injuries or any difficulties in getting home. This is my first weekend back back and I need to take certain precautions in not making a mess of myself.

I intend to go back home, go for a nice run in this cooled off weather, and then shower and relax. I told my sister we could get together for dinner and then go to a Phillies?! game which was something different. Now that I documented it I have to make it happen. I’m really coming along nicely after some poor decisions that led to a few rough weeks. I think I bounced back pretty nicely after whining and complaining for a few days there.

Just so this post isn’t all about me talking myself up, I want to write about a quote that Steve Guttenburg was saying throughout a party down episode “no risk, no reward.” The more I think about this saying, the more I believe in it. If you never go for it, you never know if you can get it. All of this nonsense about what will happen if this happens and I feel really strongly about this but if that… Life is too short to be worried about all the aftermath. I want to worry about the aftermath when it arrives, not before. Bring on the problems because I’m like Winston Wolf from Pulp Fiction. People get too strung out over things and they keep mulling it over until it gets beaten to death and nothing happens. From now on when something isn’t right and you don’t know what to do, instead of doing nothing, do something. No risk, no reward. I suggest you watch that Party Down episode too because it’s a good one.

By Tom Stortz|2010-07-09T15:52:51-04:00July 9th, 2010|My Brain, My Life|0 Comments

Phillies?

So Evan and Adam invited me to the Phillies game which I replied “I would go if you didn’t have anyone else who wanted to go more.” None of us really knew what that meant so I went. We got Campo’s for dinner and I had a chicken cheese steak. It was a greasy, pretty decent, overpriced sandwich but the ones that come out of Market St are far superior. While walking to our seats we made a bet that involved us choosing 2 players, and if our chosen player hit a home run, then the other two owed the person whose guy hit the home run 2 bucks. The game was just underway at the time. So Adam got Howard and Ibanez, Evan got Bruce and Rolen, and I chose Votto and Werth. As we are walking to our seats we hear “that was a sweet spot for Votto.” So before we even arrived at our seats I had a dinger from Votto and was up 4 bucks. J Roll’s theme song was “Teach me how to Dougie” so Adam learned how to dougie which is always a good experience. No one there really knew how to so we’ll all just assume it hasn’t caught on yet.

In the middle of the 5th Evan and I decided to go meet Jess Baker and Rachel at the speed pitch. While we were walking to meet them I asked him “how do we greet them, a hug, a in close wave….?” So when we got there I gave Rachel a sideways hug and just stood there and said hello to Jess. I think Jess reads this and I think it’s funny to write about it so next time I see her there’s something to talk about. After that we did speed pitch. I’ve said before that I have some accuracy problems and they were obviously on display. They give you three throws. I can throw pretty hard but when the first two bounce half way before they radar and the last one is so wild it registered at 21, it’s pretty embarrassing. I’m going to seek out a speed pitch and redeem myself sometime in the near future. We then got some 6 dollar milk shakes and went back during the start of the 8th. Phils were up by one in the ninth when Lidge blew the save and they ended up winning it with a walk off homer by Schneider in the 12th. Considering I only go to 1 or 2 games a year, it was certainly a good one to see.

I actually enjoyed the experience despite all the trash talking I do about professional sports and how dumb it is. The Cohen’s are good company for the game even though they are all friends with words (even their dad). The other amazing thing was that I didn’t have a beer all night and didn’t even feel the need to. We’re coming along nicely. I took one picture at the game and it’s really bizarre how far down the moon is to the field. I couldn’t believe it at first but sure enough…

By Tom Stortz|2010-07-08T23:55:49-04:00July 8th, 2010|Sports|1 Comment

Promotion

I was talking to my Dad’s friend today and he said that he enjoyed reading my blog and was wondering that if he promoted it, if I could make any money off of it. Now I don’t even like the idea of self promotion let alone other people promoting it. However it got me thinking, yesterday I put up this blogs link on facebook and had the most hits that this site has ever gotten. The only time I ever put the link on facebook is when I think I wrote a worthwhile post and people will be somewhat interested in what I have to say. It’s not easy to continuously write dynamite posts day after day. So then I thought that since I’m only one person with my own ideas, I could offer up to anyone else who might want to write every once in a while. Certainly there is no notoriety to writing on rnningfool.com but at least some people read it. I won’t even edit the work. Hell, I was track two English, I can’t edit the work. The way I edit what I write is I read it aloud and when I pause, I add a comma. I did however get an A in General Writing my freshmen year of college. This was because I was schooled up against Pittsburgh kids. To them I was Charles Dickens. While I was reading Great Expectations in middle school, they were reading Green Eggs and Ham.

If you add more people, this could possibly turn into a flourishing website. There could be different themed weeks and some people could do specific subjects. I am far from a talented writer but I think I write some interesting things from time to time. Not to mention if there was anyway to get paid for all this work I put in. 250 posts and not a penny back. Do you have any idea how much time that is? For what, to try to amuse a few people who are interested in my life because there’s must not be too much better? I am serious though that if anyone ever wants to write anything that they think is worth posting, I will happy to do so.

And to add the best song out at the moment.

By Tom Stortz|2010-07-08T17:44:36-04:00July 8th, 2010|Music, My Brain|2 Comments

Running & Poker

I went to the track yesterday and ran 3 miles. I was 5:40, 5:47, 5:38 for each mile. I think that proves that I’m in decent 5k shape but my endurance on longer runs isn’t there, so I still have to work that into my schedule. I’ve developed some nice blisters on my feet because of my weird running style and old shoes, so I’m going to have to take a day off to heal. It amazes me how much better shape I’m in now then when I was in college. I think it’s just the routine that allows it. It’s like robotic after my work day, I have to put forth the time to exercise and without it I feel like a waste. The whole idea of a routine makes this life a bit wacky. I try to wake up at the same time everyday. I go to the same places for breakfast and lunch and order the same thing every time. You have no idea how many Nantucket Nectar Half and Half’s I’ve drank or everything bagels with cream cheese I’ve eaten. Also anytime I go to WaWa for breakfast I eat their philly steak & egg breakfast sandwich and it’s never a disappointment. I’ve actually considered scheduling my work day with specific times to do specific things. Like 9am – 10am I should make 10 sales calls. From 10am – ? add / edit content for the website. I feel like some structure helps keep you on track and can probably assist in accomplishing more. That being said, after writing that I’m mostly conservative yesterday, I don’t think it should come as a shock that I don’t like altering things from my normal schedule. I’m not like Rainman where I’m not able to change things but just feel more comfortable with the way I like to do things.

I’ve gotten back into poker for the time being. I’ve played about 2,000 hands in the last week or so and have been breakeven which is good because I was down to start off. I feel really comfortable 4 tabling the 25nl and I’m pretty sure I’m developing a winning style and feel confident I’ll be moving up limits once I win enough at this level to make me feel as if I’m ready to move up. The key will be to have good bankroll mgmt over the weekend while I’m drinking and not piss the money away. I can tell that after watching some OMGClayAiken videos that I’m way more aggressive than most players at that level and now it’s just going to be refining my game. I’m hoping I can make some supplemental income with this because I am putting forth the effort to try to improve my game. I will keep a record in this blog of how I’m doing but won’t dwell on it too much because I know it’s not the most interesting subject for some. Sorry these weekday posts aren’t filled with action. I also want to thank “tall guy” for the feedback and I’m glad that I can fill in as a #2 activity to distract you from work.

By Tom Stortz|2010-08-11T15:46:24-04:00July 8th, 2010|Sports|2 Comments

Party Down Time

So I’m just gonna keep cranking these out because everyone likes an updated blog. I went to the track today in the 100 degree weather and ran a 5:14 mile which I’m pretty pleased with considering the conditions. When I was finished running, I came back to the house and was sitting outside while sweating profusely and I thought of this hilariously clever title which I was so proud of, I decided to make it the title of this post. Now if you’ve read previous posts you’d know that I’m in the middle of watching Party Down on Starz ondemand and it ends on 7/8 (that’s a date for the slow). Now I wasn’t sure if that meant immediately on 7/8 it ends or if you have the entire day of watching it on 7/8. Anyway, it was about 7pm and I had about 6 more episodes of season 2 to watch and it occurred to me this is Party Down Time. Not watching it being the down time and how cleverly it fit into the title. It’s pathetic how these small, retarded things amuse me.

I ended up finishing both seasons which I started last Saturday just in time. I know probably not everyone has watched this show or probably hasn’t even heard of it so you don’t have to read my quick analysis if you don’t want. I thought the shows jokes were intelligent at times while being off the wall at others. I laughed out loud many times throughout the 20 25 minute episodes. The Roman-Kyle duo was hilarious, Ron played the part skillfully, and I really liked the awkwardness between Casey and Henry. The way that Casey and Henry had trouble displaying their emotions to each other was typical of real life. All in all I just thought it was a great show and watching it in 5 days is the best way to watch any series.

I think what type of TV you watch displays what kind of a person you are. If you like network TV series I would probably stereotype you as not much of a party-er, likes reading, likes sports, likes boring things like walks and going out for coffee. Aside from Family Guy, Seinfeld, and Two and Half Men when there has to be absolutely nothing else on, I find it too… cleaned up. I’m sure there are great crime dramas and good shows but they just aren’t my type. I need action, profanity, crazy shit to happen. The Wire, Weeds, Californication, True Blood, Entourage. Real life, not this watered down sissy bullshit where people laugh just because some cackling audience is laughing in the background (I’m just guessing on that). Now how does my personality differ from what I stereotyped the Network viewer. I drink to much, I actually do like to read believe it or not, funny jokes to me are like “Okay, if he won’t sign, I’ll fire a bazooka up his ass, and take a giant shit down the bazooka hole!” I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with people who watch Network TV, it’s actually probably the opposite for people who can’t watch it, but I think there are two types of laughter’s, the chuckle from a lame joke of Network, and the die laughing on the floor from Party Down.

I sometimes have trouble switching topics so I just insert a line like this to set the record straight. I’ve been feeling really good recently, sobriety I know. My mind works a little better and I just feel better in general. I’m going to a Phillies game tomorrow which is somewhat ironic if you’ve read my past post. I’m just a spectator though without too much interest in the game so it’s really just about the experience. It’ll be a good distraction from Mad River Thursdays and I’ll feel good at work on Friday which should be nice. I’m also working up to the Phil’s 5k next Wed and then the 10k Mud Run next Sunday. If you visit my blog and have any interest, let me know. This also gives me some incentive to not get too lit this weekend which is probably a good thing. Business has been steady and it feels good to be productive again.

By Tom Stortz|2013-03-15T03:43:16-04:00July 8th, 2010|Tv|0 Comments

Double

Since I posted this link on facebook, I guess I’ll treat any newcomers to a double day post. Here are some random thoughts without any rhyme or reason.

On my trip to OCMD, I caved in and bought a pair of sandals that look like normal person beach sandals. The pair I had before were sort of like fitness sandals and they were open in the front with a velcro strap across about 1/3 of the way back. Naturally I took some abuse as everyone was like “are you going to the gym?” Personally I didn’t mind them because I could wear socks and even if it looked dumb, it didn’t mess around with my dirty foot phobia. But being the person that I am and having the tendency to fit in, I bought a pair of brown sandals with the loop next to the big toe. At the expense of looking cool, I ended up stubbing my pinky toe against the ground and opened up a nice chunk of skin that is effecting my running. I did get used to them though and even conquered the nastiness of wearing them around bare foot. I still find it revolting in a sense that when I just finish showering and am all clean, how am I supposed to put my foot into a pair of sandals that I’m constantly walking around in? The mysteries of fitting in…

Another unusual thing that I find is the those string key chains. At Mad River the past week some hotties were handing out Cuervo key chains. Not to be a buzzkil, I was happy to take their free gear and whatever advertising bs they hand out. I also like how these girls are pretty much forced to be nice which makes talking and messing with them easy. So they key chain somehow made it’s way back to my desk at home and I decided to give it try. It’s one of those loopy strings that are big enough to hang around your neck and I’m still wondering what’s the purpose of it. I put it in my pocket and it all jumbles up and when I reach in to take it out, it pulls everything right out of my pocket. Yeah, awesome, so now I have my keys on some string so I’m safe as long as I don’t lose the string but I’m going to lose everything else in my pocket. I’m just a little confused on how to work one of these key chains properly. If I ever need to lasso a rodent in a pinch, I’m your man.

To fit into the keychain theme, I want every drunk person to remember the “big 3”. Wallet, phone, and keys. Nothing else matters. If anyone else tells you differently, they are lying. When you wake up from a blackout state the first thing you do is reach into your pocket and touch your left butt cheek. On another tangent, but I’m pretty sure all righties should keep their wallet in their left back pocket and if you do otherwise you’re gay. But the feeling of waking up from a rough night and knowing that you are not injured and that you have the big 3 is tough to beat. Aside from the phone, I don’t really have too much of an issue with the other two, probably because they don’t come out of the pocket as often. I’ve actually had this phone for over a year now and losing your phone is the worst, because you have to start all over again with your contacts. People you see all the time are no problem to get again but the people in other areas and random drunk numbers pretty much get lost forever. Forget the key chain for my keys, I need a phone chain. It would be like a bungee cord that could reach my ear but never let the phone touch the ground. If this idea comes out I’m going Steve McGrath style with a bunch of “SERIOUSLY’S and “REALLY’S.”

Another thought goes with running. I know it’s really hot out there, believe me I know, but the point of a run is to run. I always see people taking breaks, slyly checking their IPODS as if they are going to find the right song to get them in the mood. Eye of the Tiger isn’t going to help your fat ass. The thing is, I have no problem at all if you want to go for a walk, go for a walk, more power to you, but don’t get all geared up in your running equipment and make it look like you know what your doing and then take 4 steps and decide you’re tired. I also love the people who sport their one 5k race shirt when they go to exercise. Obvious amateur hour. And yes I completely overemphasize this because I run for fun and it’s just my way of insulting people without them having the ability to insult me back. Any exercise is good exercise, walking or running.

Finally I don’t really like acoustic songs. I don’t understand the appeal to them. I pretty much always find them sounding different than the original and that’s not really what I’m looking for. They mix up lyrics and sing it their own way, just sing the damn song the way I know it. I heard One Headlight acoustic today and I was trying to sing along and Jakob Dylan just kept pitching all over the place and ending notes early. Not a fan.

By Tom Stortz|2010-07-07T17:01:25-04:00July 7th, 2010|My Brain|0 Comments

It’s good being me.

Life isn’t easy. Throughout it you will be tested by various obstacles that must be overcome in order to prevail. Sometimes life will test you by giving you 20 beers and 6 mind erasers in a day and it’s at that moment that you have to make a decision what to do. You run with it (if you know me you’ll like that pun). When running it’s important not to trip and fall but there will be pitfalls along the way, specifically a sidewalk. If you do happen to fall, it’s not surprising that you can chip 5 of your teeth and rip off your lip which in turn caused you to go to ER on a Saturday and get 13 stitches so they can try to put you back together again. You’ll also need to get your dentist from his family at 7pm to fix your teeth while your actually wearing the same shoes you woke up in, which are in fact covered with blood. An oral surgeon even has to break, yes break, one of you teeth by pushing this instrument as hard as he can into your tooth and the cracking sound and pain is not at all fun (it actually doesn’t hurt because of the Novocaine). These things are all part of a normal person’s life which we all should be aware of.

However it’s how you come out of the situation that makes you a better person. So what do you do? Well you obviously go down the shore for a 2 week bender to prove that you learned absolutely nothing. You bob and weave your way through person after person telling them that you’re a changed man and it’ll never happen again, but little do they know the truth. After you’ve had as much fun as you can physically handle, your body is not a happy camper. It fights back pretty much making you a walking zombie. You’ll be dehydrated constantly, cramping up in the unbearable heat, headaches, insomnia, can’t eat a meal, everything to make you feel like death is upon you. But wait a second, there’s light at the end of the tunnel. After 4 days of complete sobriety, the alcohol dependency begins to fade and you once again almost return to your normal self. You scoff at what just happened reminding yourself that you are too hard to let these speed bumps slow you down. The fact that you have to chew with the right side of your mouth for 3 months is easily achievable. Your lip actually heals back to a normal looking lip which is a miracle of modern science and the human body in a mere 3 weeks. You’ve chipped about a quarter of your upper teeth by the time you are 26, but no one can tell the difference. You actually can’t really bite your nails anymore and can’t get in any fights where the person is viable to punch you in the mouth, it’s way too expensive at this point. You have survived and will move on because there are plenty of things that could have been much worse. You aren’t really sure if there is anyone looking over you, but miraculously from all the stupid things you’ve done, over such a long time, you might actually believe someone is wanting you to do something with your life. You really wonder how you can be so lucky for being so reckless.

I’m sure this is no surprise but that you, is me. It’s hard to really grasp what I put myself through unless you actually do it, and I don’t recommend it. It’s costly, painful, not aesthetic, a nuisance, and a good ice breaker followed by a bad turn down. I have made it out alive though with pretty much everything fully intact and I will be able to live a normal life again. I have mixed feelings on how I’m going to proceed as stupid as I am. The smartest approach is obviously to quit drinking cold turkey but that would mean I’d have to get a place by myself and pretty much live a normal life and try to settle down. The other approach is to try to limit my drink intake but that would never work because based on the story above, I might not be so good at it. Or just continue as I have since college. Part of me knows that I’m shortchanging myself and that without alcohol I would be a better human being. I would have more money, no health issues, and most likely just win in life. Yet even re-reading that last sentence… where do I find my amusement? Let’s take some examples.

People can get really into professional sports. You spend your time going to games rooting for your home team. You become obsessed because you have nothing better to look forward to. You think I want to spend my time getting entangled in a web of overpaid athletes, overpriced food, and obnoxious fans for the joy of wanting my team to win? Ha.

I can find myself playing video games to pass the time and get lost in a fantasy world so I can forget about real life. I’ve done this throughout high school and I have no interest in ever playing another video game in my life. No one cares if you are ranked 1 or you just slayed the frostbitten dragon.

Become physically consumed in a sport or activity so that I can do what, be somebody who won’t get paid to play because there are thousands and thousands of people who are better than me. I’m 6ft 175 and I assure you that is not going to win anything. It’s not worth trying other than the personal satisfaction of besting yourself.

What I want you to take out of this post is the honesty that I’m sharing with you. I already know what the best answer is because I’m envious of what some people have and I know what it makes me feel like. I know this is gonna be really sappy and after what you just read, almost unthinkable that I can even conceive these thoughts. You find someone you really love, they actually love you back, and you start a family away from the nastiness of what I just shared. Essentially, the American dream. House with a yard, kids on the swings, and raising your children to be better than you because you know the mistakes and how to steer them away. It amazes me how the things I’d want and the things I do, don’t really coincide. I also hope that after you read this and you think you have it bad, after reading what I just went through, I actually think my life is pretty awesome and I don’t take it for granted. Well technically I do, but you know what I mean.

By Tom Stortz|2010-07-07T16:57:28-04:00July 7th, 2010|My Life|0 Comments

Party down not up

In a not so bizarre series of events, I decided to decline a 4th of July weekend trip to the shore and instead visit my parents and sit inside and watch TV. I am not a machine and these past two weeks have taken their toll on my body. My self diagnosis was dehydration from too much alcohol and it has made me feel pretty awful these past two days and I’ve literally drank water after water until this thirsty feeling in my mouth has gone away. When you’re piss is goldenrod and you can’t eat anything, these is sure signs of dehydration. The obvious question is can’t you just go to shore and have a fun time sober? Unfortunately, no. I just spent two straight weeks down at shores and I’m shored out. This was mandatory recovery time that I’m actually relieved to finally have.

I’ve decided to start the series Party Down which airs on Starz only to be informed by Wikipedia that the series is now canceled. I still find the episodes entertaining and I have till the 8th to finish the last few episodes. It’s funny to see Henry’s character act so mellow compared to Derek in StepBrothers. I couldn’t place the girl Casey but when I Wikipedia’d her and remember I saw her in Mean Girls and then the one that hit me was that she was the incredibly hot girl in True Blood who was naked all the time and banging Jason. I think each one of the cast is colorful and so far I find the show the best comedy on a pay-station next to Curb Your Enthusiasm.

I’ve wrote this before but I watch things that popular culture like to watch so I can be in tune with what’s going on and also just to know what the masses find amusing. I watched the 2nd Twilight and was moderately surprised of the awful reviews it got on RottenTomato and that’s not because I thought it was that good. I found the 2nd movie to be much more hokey then the first. I think I liked the first 90 minutes of the first one because it was something different. Then in the 2nd the werewolves got involved and there were some dumb chase scenes and some more dumb scenes with the uber vampires and then another dumb scene with the ending and I sort of see where people get turned off by it. I’m not really sure where or why my interest waned but whereas I thought the dialogue was sometimes witty in the first, I found it to be to lovey dovey in the 2nd. I would guess that the books come off better.

By Tom Stortz|2010-07-07T16:57:41-04:00July 5th, 2010|My Life|0 Comments

OCMD

I haven’t wrote anything in a few days because I was in Ocean City, Maryland on a vacation. If you’ve never been, they have a road called coastal hwy that is the major means of transportation throughout the town. Drunk people and coastal hwy go together like oil and water so understand my concern when I saw this. I did however make it through the week with no problems aside from some bike cops directing me home one night which was honestly the funniest conversations you could imagine.
“Where do you live?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well how are you gonna get back?”
“Uhhhhh….”

Aside from that night though everything else was pretty entertaining. When I tell you we destroyed happy hours please understand I’m not messing around. We racked up some bar bills that were pretty astronomical off of prices that really weren’t too expensive. I was up and down all week between passing out and recovering and then repeating. You’d think I’d have learned my lesson but I was pretty much under control the entire time. The one night I got two numbers one of which was from a Russian girl who gave me about 5 digits too many. The other girl was instigated by Steve to give me the rejection hotline which was funnier once I realized what happened, but not so funny getting owned like that.
The one night I somehow wound up with a henna tattoo of a cat’s butt? on the back of my neck. All I really remember about that was the person doing kept telling me to hold still and that really wasn’t something I was capable of doing at the time so you can guess how it turned out. I could try to go through a couple more of the nights but they honestly all blur together.

I actually found OCMD nicer than the Jersey shore but a long shot. The people seemed genuinely nicer and I thought the bar scene was better too. Seacrets is obviously an awesome bar with eye candy galore. They usually had about 3 live bands each night and I can’t even guess capacity but it blows Manayunk out of the water. I also can’t remember how much each beer was but I don’t think it was $5.75 per Coors light like the Princeton in Avalon. I also introduced the crowd that I went down with to the fan favorite drink of the Mind Eraser which I don’t think anyone was too pleased with. It was a nice change of pace to hang out with people that I haven’t seen in years and try to duplicate the debauchery of college. I’m pretty sure everyone will agree to the point that the drinking level didn’t disappoint. Personally though, these two weeks put me on my ass. I literally couldn’t move yesterday and I’m still feeling the effects today. I know the people in Sea Isle who were expecting to see me are wondering what happened but I physically can’t have fun feeling like this and need a break from it all. So I’m pretty much just sitting here by myself watching TV and couldn’t be happier.

Just some memorable events from the weekend to document. The trash can lid to Steve’s eye kicked off the weekend. I actually didn’t witness this but apparently the reaction time of Steve’s catlike reflexes were a bit delayed. I don’t think it “ruined the week” like originally thought. Gerald getting rowdy after the Mackey’s happy hour and Sam’s fascination with the bar Fagers. Jimmy getting an hj in a room with bunkbeds was an unusual move. Constant icing going on was actually way more entertaining than I expected to be. I actually don’t think the drink is that bad after doing about 3 or 4 of them throughout the week. I thought the beach in general dominates NJ and it’s not even close because of the “whitesand” and obviously superior waves.

Sometimes I felt guilty for taking a couple weeks off to enjoy myself and spending more cash on alcohol than homeless people could spend on food for probably a few months. But weeks like this, with weather like this, are how you enjoy some of life’s finer moments. I had a great time these past two weeks and have many memories that I can’t remember. I think I’ve proven that I’m up for good times and if you are ever looking for someone to hang out with whose self respect gets thrown out the window on vacation, give me a call (even though I probably won’t pick up).

By Tom Stortz|2010-08-11T15:49:24-04:00July 4th, 2010|My Life|1 Comment