The Stages of Unemployment

So I have been unemployed for a couple of weeks now or something like that. I really can't keep track of time anymore. The days just kind of melt into each other. Here are the stages I have experienced so far:

1) Pure joy. Bliss. I don't have to do shit anymore. Even my parents aren't hassling me because now I will have time to go visit them. We'll see about that. The only way to make this stage last is to develop a drug/alcohol problem which I am sort of doing, but my heart really isn't in it.. yet.

2) Planning. Let's update my resume! Let's take a class! Let's get some exercise! Let's go to the grocery store for the first time in 6 months! Most of these things never happen, but at least I thought about making them happen.

3) Boredom. I am writing this blog entry at 3:15AM. I will sleep until at least noon tomorrow if not later. I will watch shitty TV all day and try and find a friend to do something with. Boredom does help contribute to alcoholism/drug addiction which can lead right back, at least temporarily, to stage:

4) Joy! Yay! I'm a bored drug addict alcoholic insomniac with no job who is quickly depleting his savings at an alarming rate and soon will be a bum on the street!

Seriously though I am still more or less in the first two stages. My resume has been worked on, and classes and other various activities are seriously in the works. What, you ask? I'm going to take Kung-Fu, and brew my own beer, and be a big brother. Also, other possible ways to make money legally are in the works. I'm talking to you B and you, crazy hair J, let's do this shit.

Really, being unemployed is like being on summer vacation. It's pretty nice.. especially since it is summer right now.

This time of night is when I really produce awesome and depressing and awesomely depressingly blog entries.. the mixture of tiredness, insomnia, and lack of drugs and alcohol in my system really does wonders for my writing abilities.. I f-ing love it.

Voicemail/Missed Call Etiquette

Here are the rules:

If you call me and don't leave a message I will call you back.

If you call me and leave a voicemail message I will call you back.

If you call me and leave a voicemail message, as in my phone indicates I have a voicemail, but when I call my voicemail there is nothing there except for blank silence, or possibly heavy breathing, I will not call you back, asshole. Not only that, but if you continue to do this we will no longer be friends, associates, business partners, lovers, etc.


This is what I do with junk mail. It has been on our fridge for months. Sorry to all the stalkers of mine, I have deleted the address. If you were a good stalker you would already know where I live anyway. Why don't you give it up buddy? And by the way, stop leaving breathing messages on my phone. It's starting to get creepy.



I need to write about last week and last weekend. I went to Chicago for a night, then back to Boston, and then the next day to Texas for a wedding where yours truly was the best man and delivered a hell of a speech. I'm waiting for the video tape to see if I will post it on youtube and truly cement my awesomeness to the world.

For those of you that care I am staying in Boston and not moving anywhere.

Flight of the Conchords

I know it's been a while and let me tell you some shit went down. But I'll get to that later. I just found out about this show, Flight of the Conchords, and it could be the funniest thing ever. It's on after Entourage on HBO. Here are some clips:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3tcJDRqYIO4&NR=1

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwvEDzsLHc4&NR=1

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BUiM1Ixp6K4

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N7vgY0yEs9Y&mode=related&search=

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8MxinK7GQ6g&NR=1

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uarVm5xFPtA&NR=1

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=drL5_dws0Y8&mode=related&search=

I think you get the idea. Good show. If you haven't seen this show you might not want to watch all these clips. I recommend watching the show all in order so you can follow the story. Thanks to R who showed me this show.

And Then There Were 2

I just got back from Chicago. I was looking at apartments. I am either living there or staying in beantown. I don't know what the hell to do. I probably won't be posting anything til next week because I will be Texas at a wedding until then. I am way too tired right now to say anything funny or interesting. I'm sorry, but here's this:

Someone told me about this shit, so thanks:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NCedVqOucMM

Untitled

Now that I am unemployed I have more free time to ignore my blog and focus on more important things such as Facebook and sleeping and becoming a full blow alcoholic. Yay!

I know you are wondering. I haven't written about Blue Steel for a while. She is doing well. Really well actually. Thanks for asking. She's doing lot better than me. She is still overtaking weaker automobiles at breathtaking speed, blasting through speed traps, and in general embarrassing everyone else out there. I've tried to do this on my own, running around the streets, and it just doesn't work as well. I don't remember how many points she has, but she has earned more.

I did get a parking ticket, boo, in Boston last week. Jesus Christ that shit is expensive now. $55 and I got in my car 3 minutes after it was written up. If I had just had a chance to see the meter maid and reason with her/him/it. Blue Steel should be allowed to park wherever the hell it wants. Why? Because she is beautiful... and has a nice rack.

River of Blood

This past weekend I travelled to Austin, Texas for my buddy P's bachelor party. It was a lot of fun. If you have to go to Texas, go to Austin. It's a cool city with a lot of hot girls... as per my usual "game" indicates I may have slurred some words at a couple of them, but that is about it. Anyway, after watching my friends run around the streets in near-nakedness and exposing themselves to strangers on Friday night (I was not quite as hammered, as I had wandered off by myself to another bar while they continued to pound beers with reckless abandon thus I did not expose my genitalia to anyone. I don't think anyone was carrying a microscope so it wouldn't have mattered if I had. I'm kidding, I'm huge) we went tubing down the Guadalupe river on Saturday. Texas, in the last couple of weeks has received an excessive amount of rain so the river was high, and in fact, it was closed to would be tubers earlier in the week. On Saturday it was open, and in retrospect I am not sure if I am glad it was. After plunging into the water, along with about 40 million drunk Texans, we were hit with the first rapid about 50 yards downstream. The bachelor, P, was tossed from his tube, and our cooler was flipped and landed on his head while he was underwater and he died. I'm kidding. He didn't die, but he will never be the same. I also got flipped out of my tube and proceeded to bang my way through the rocks as the powerful thunderous river thrashed me to and fro. This first rapid only banged my legs up a little bit. It wasn't too bad. We then drifted through very calm waters and some mild rapids in which none of us were hurt, until the second to last rapid where I lost my tube (temporarily, thank you mister kayaker), sprained my thumb, gashed my elbow, and banged my knees and feet. Yes, I am a baby, but that shit hurt kid. I still have my elbow bandaged and my thumb wrapped 4 days later. The last rapid was right before the end and right before a very low bridge which I got stuck against and I may still be stuck against right now.

Saturday night we went to a party at the bride's brothers house and played an Eastern European Guatemalan version of yee-haw, hoedown, haybarn, big tittie cow girl, John Wayne. It was fun.

Cigarettes

I bet cigarettes have some obscure health benefit like for a certain rare disease cigarettes actually help cure or prevent that disease. I bet there is some group of people somewhere in the world that because of genetic or environmental reasons have a high frequency of this disease. Therefore, I think they should start smoking more cigarettes for the health benefit. Yes, they may increase their chances of lung cancer, emphysema, etc., but lower their chances of disease X. So maybe if they don't smoke there is a 50% chance they will die of disease X by the time they are 35, but if they do smoke that percent goes way down and there becomes an 85% chance they will die of lung cancer by the time they are 50. Yea, they have to start smoking real young to get the full benefit with regards to disease X. What would you do? More research should be done on this.

3 Years of My Mid 20's Gone

I am quitting my job in two weeks. Two weeks from tomorrow and I'm out of there. They actually talked about extending me, but I said no, I'm out. I already have my letter of resignation written:

Dear ***** ****** Corporation,

F-You. I'm out bitches!

J

Here is a summary of my 3 years:

Number of days worked: 722
Number of actions booked: 2000+

Average arrival time Year 1: 7:45AM
Average departure time Year 1: 5:00PM
Average arrival time Year 2: 8AM
Average departure time Year 2: 4:15PM
Average arrival time Year 3 (first 8 months): 9AM
Average departure time Year 3 (first 8 months): 4PM
Average arrival time Year 3 (last 4 months): 10:30AM
Average departure time Year 3 (last 4 months): 3:45PM - stopped caring

Number of inquires/questions received: 3412
Number of inquires/questions resolved: 3412 - Oh Yeah!

Number of times on the phone I requested person to write me an email because I couldn't understand Asian/Indian/Foreign accent: 23
Number of times I still couldn't understand them over email: 17

Number of times I caused a major f-ing problem: 0
Number of time I thought I caused a major f-ing problem: 3 - to be young and not know that nothing matters

Number of pay increases: 5
Number of pay increases more than 3%: 1

Number of times my desk was unnecessarily moved: 2

Number of trips to India: 2
Number of days spent in India for work: 56

Number of times I was freaked out/horrified by what had occurred or what was occurring in the bathroom: 31
Number of times I was the cause of above freak out: 7

Number of times I was hit in the groin by a flying object: 3

Number of times I arrived at work hungover: 32
Number of times I vomited at work: 0

Number of times I went to the gym when I should have been working: 170

Number of times my boss said something offensive: 100+
Number of times I cursed a little too loud: 35
Number of times I yelled/sweared at incompetent co-worker: 1
Number of incompetent co-workers I had: 7
Total number of co-workers: 18

Satisfaction level with upper management (1-10, 10 being the best): 0

Number of hot girls I worked with: 1
Number of hot girls I have seen in the office over 3 years: 8

Number of people I plan on staying in contact with: 5

Number of times I saw the gay guy looking at questionable material online: 1
Number of times the other gay guy stuck his ass out suggestively: too many, and damn it, I noticed.
Number of times the middle aged ethnic woman picked her nose/farted/scratched her crotch in front of me: 14
Number of over 250 pounds women I worked with: 2, and they were both like 5 feet tall

Percentage of my total income over the last 3 years that came from this job: <50% - I am not a drug dealer.
Number of future job prospects as of today: 0


No one at work knows about this blog and I hope it stays that way. I also hope any potential future employers of mine do not read this.

Jim v. Dwight

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P45a51Jva7c

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1LDEok1wvo

I Lost a Lot of Weight, a Lot of Weight

Guy in the elevator the other day who I've seen a handful of times since moving here almost 2 years ago, but has never said anything to me says "Hey, I've seen you around a few times and you've lost a lot of weight, a lot of weight. Whatever you're doing, keep it up." Um, okay. I have lost maybe 10 pounds in those 2 years but that's about it. What did he think? I was a fat-ass before? Oddly enough, him saying this at the time put me in a good mood. I am looking good. Dudes in the elevator be trying to pick me up and shit. And shit.

Speaking of guys trying to pick me up, did I tell you about the one at the mall a while back? I don't think I have, but I am really way too lazy to look back at all my posts and try and remember shit, so I'm just going to tell it again. I was at the mall, at Macy's, you know getting some sweet gear, when this guy approached me and asks me if I am Moroccan. No, I tell him, and then somehow I proceed to talk to this guy for about 20 minutes about Morocco, India, business, whatever, I don't even remember it all. Somehow this guy was so smooth that I ended up giving him my phone number, and I'm not even gay! I walked away from him thinking "hey, that guy was nice" and then I thought "oh wait, did he just pick me up?" He called me a couple times and left messages but I didn't call him back. I'm such a tease.

So I need to say this, I know I have a lot of international fans, but to the guy/girl that has been calling me from Spain 30 times today, please stop. You don't even say anything when I pick up. What the hell!?

2 flights, 3 take offs, 3 landings, what!?

I'm not going to apologize for not writing for a while because well, I just don't care. And I was busy actually working in India for the last two weeks. I'm back home now. Let me tell you how I got home.

My flight from Mumbai to London took off a little over an hour late and my layover in London was only an hour and a half. So I get to London and I have to go through security again which is retarded because my gate was in the same terminal I was already in and I went through security in Mumbai, but no, the English make yo go through security again. By the time I get through I am sprinting to gate which although is in the same terminal is about a half mile away because once again, you guessed it, London Heathrow is retarded. Normally spiriting a half mile is easy for me, I mean I am a physical specimen.. a phenom, if you will, and you better. However, after two weeks of eating food in India and not working out sprinting a half mile when I am really sleepy carrying a full backpack while avoiding barreling into an Englishman in the terminal was somewhat taxing. It's true, I'm human. Anyway, I make my flight. We take off and everything is looking good. About a half an hour later the captain comes on and informs us there has been an electrical problem (2 of 3 motors went out, I was curious what would have happened if the third went out, but I have no idea what these "motors" actually do) and we have to head back to London. Needless to say, everyone was thrilled. We get back and get off the plane. I immediately head to the lounge and start drinking. So they don't know if the plane can be fixed soon, but there is another plane available, but the pilots can only work a certain number of hours so we don't know if we are going to leave that night or wait til the next day. A couple of hours later they announce they are boarding the plane and we are leaving. So we make it to Boston about 4 and half hours late. We land a little after 2AM. Oh and the landing was pretty f-ing bad. They had gotten a third pilot to take over for the other guys when their eligible time was up and I think the new guy didn't have much experience. Anyway, I am happy that we made it. I get off the plane, go through customs, and head over to baggage claim. Suddenly, my name is announced, so I head over to "the guy" and learn my bag didn't make it. Great. They tell me it will be coming on the next flight and delivered the next day (which, thankfully, it was). Since we landed in the middle of the night I guess there weren't many taxis available so they got hotel vans to help out but they have to crowd a bunch of people into each van so I have to wait around for another 15 minutes trying not to lose my shit and yell at the driver. Eventually, I did make it home and my bag made it the next day so all is well.

That Just Happened

The funniest thing happened last night. I went out, here in Mumbai, with my coworker who shall remain nameless, and some friends I had made from my previous trip. Keep in mind that my coworker is a middle aged balding somewhat chubby man. Although he used to drink back in the day he rarely drinks now at his wife's request so when he is away from her he really wants to let loose and drink hard. We met up with some friends and went to a bar/restaurant where we had some drinks. My coworker had 3 long island iced teas with god knows how much booze in them. We didn't really eat much and we then went to a Hawaiian themed bar. I know, what else do you in Mumbai but go to a Hawaiian bar?? My coworker and I started drinking pretty strong whiskey and cokes and started tearing up the dance floor. Let me just say that I am only willing to dance when I am sufficiently intoxicated, but when I am, I am an awesome dancer. No joke. My coworker threw down some interesting moves and he certainly let loose. We probably drank anywhere between 8 and 15 of these whiskey cokes before one of my friends requested that the bartender cut him off. Me, I kept going. He was becoming very loud and obnoxious. We finally left the bar completely hammered at about 1:30 and got driven to a cab stand where we got a cab to take us back to the hotel. During the ride my coworker begins to puke all over himself and then he sticks his head out the window and pukes out the window. After he is finished he removes his shirt which is covered in puke. Let me just tell you about our hotel for a second. It is really nice. And here in India all the hotel staff are overly polite with their "good evenings" and "how are you sirs?" We get to the hotel and are walking up to the door and my drunken ass is trying to get my coworker to put his shirt on just til he gets to his room, but he intelligently explains that his shirt is covered in puke. For half a second I debated giving him my shirt because I was wearing and under shirt, as is the standard J style we all know and love. I quickly realized that would most likely destroy my shirt and decided not to offer it. We get to the door and I start to burst out laughing as he is walking into the hotel shirtless and drunk off his ass and all the hotel staff stare at him dumbfounded with his balled up puke shirt in his hand. I eagerly explain to everyone within earshot that "it's okay, he just had a few drinks." Keep in mind, there is bar/disco at the hotel and Sunday night is a big night here and there are lots of people milling about. So there is about a hundred people watching this clearly wasted middle aged shirtless balding chubby man that has puke all over himself and me right next to him loosing my shit and cracking up and rolling around on the floor at the scene of him. I try to as quickly as I can usher him to the elevator and I made sure he made it to his room. I then went to my room and passed out.

I woke up a few hours later and immediately burst out laughing at the memory of the sight of him. Still even right now I am laughing while I am writing this. It had to be one of the funniest things I had ever seen.

I of course told my boss this story over the phone today and he couldn't stop laughing.

Live from Mumbai

I barely made it..

I told my loose cannon/alcoholic/insane/likely to be arrested in a foreign country coworker that if he didn't show up at the airport Friday morning I was not going to get on the plane. Seriously, I wasn't doing this alone. No way. And it seemed like a possibility when his wife was admitted to the hospital the day before for some mild sickness. I arrived at the airport around 6:20 AM for the 8 AM flight. By 7:15 he was nowhere to be found and wasn't answering his cell phone. I figured something happened and he wasn't coming. I was heading to the gate to see if was possible to retrieve my checked bag when I finally saw him. Apparently he waited in the long line to check his bag instead of going straight to the business class line. Yea, I know, I work with geniuses. It was actually disappointing to see him because I wanted to stay in Boston so I was kind of glad he had appeared to not be showing up (of course I was mildly concerned.. if something serious had happened.. to his wife.. not him. I don't care about him).

The flight was pretty good. I drank a lot of free booze ("yes I would like some champagne, and a rum and coke and what beers do you have?") and ate some terrible food. I wandered around the plane and realized I was the only passenger awake. It was kind of creepy, like the airline and put everyone to sleep. I watched a few movies.

The airport in India is usually a madhouse with crowds, no hoards of people and cars everywhere. Most international flights arrive in the middle of the night and every member of the family has to journey to airport to pick their loved ones up, and there are about 100,000 taxis and porters wanting to help you carry your bag.. for a fee, and they keep asking even if you keep saying no. Anyway, our flight arrived around noon, which is unusual and is probably the only flight getting in then, so it wasn't nearly as bad. However, since it was noon and it is May, it was about 100 degrees with 100 percent humidity outside. I was sweating profusely by the end of the 100 yard walk outside to the car.

India is an interesting place. In some ways it seems just as fast paced as the U.S. or more so, especially on the roads with the insane traffic and death defying driving abilities of just about everyone. In other ways, it is really slow. Order a sandwich at a deli in the U.S. and they make it and give it you in a few minutes. In India the same thing takes half an hour. Request a room change in India to avoid being near construction at the hotel and they say someone will change it in half an hour. An hour later you are still waiting and finally they do something as the realize the American kid is getting pissed.

I went to the movies in India. Apparently the first order of business once arriving here was to see Spider Man 3. This made perfect sense to me. I had never gone the theaters here before. The theater was nice. You get assigned seating, like at a sporting event, and there was an intermission. Of course I was jet lagged and could barely stay awake.

Other observations about India/the hotel/life in general:

1) The room service guy has an uncanny ability to arrive just as I am sitting down in the bathroom to handle some business. I am convinced they are watching me and are messing with me.
2) If you don't put the 'do not disturb' sign on the door they will try and clean your room every 10 minutes even though you are asleep and tell them to go the f away.
3) Don't try and converse with the taxi driver that doesn't speak English. I feel like it pisses him off "stupid American doesn't know hindi!" and he could really take you anywhere he wants because I don't know where the hell I am.
4) If the movie gets cut off on the plane 10 minutes before the end you have the right to complain. Now I will never know what happens at the end of "Alpha Dog." Justin Timberlake did a surprisingly good job, unless of course he blew it in the last 10 minutes of the movie.
5) What can't Justin Timberlake do?

Sing? Check.
Dance? Check.
Act? Check.
Look beautiful? Check
Be Attractive? Check
Don't be unattractive? Check
Destroy beautiful women so they become a shell of their former selves? Check -Hi Britney!

6) My man crash isn't on Justin Timberlake. We all know I am Johnny Depp guy.
7) I'm not gay, I swear. Well, not that I know of. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Mother Country

Tomorrow morning, bright and early, I am boarding a plane that will land in London. Shortly after, I am boarding another plane that will land in Mumbai. Basically, that is the long way of saying I am flying to Mumbai tomorrow morning. 2 weeks in the motherland. 2 weeks of f-ing hell. It's going to be hot as very overheated testicles. And I am going for work.. again. At least it's not 6 weeks this time. Before everyone starts freaking out, yes, I will continue to post on this pathetic excuse for a blog while I am there so you can continue to get your weekly dose of everything J. I've got you all addicted to the drunken rambling thoughts I call my mind. HA HA HA! You are all trapped! You fools!

I played the Wii for 8 straight hours last night. No joke. From 5 PM to 1 Am I played the Wii.. nonstop, with A. I know, I am redefining "cool" on a daily basis. I also consumed several beers.

Blue Steel gets a point for the thorough bath I gave her the other day.

Blue Steel 20
Wii 9
World 2

My next post will originate from India! Unless I drunkenly post something else tonight! Why am I yelling!?

Apple Juice

I know, it's been almost a week since I have posted anything and I make my triumphant return with a post about apple juice!? If you thought "that shit is weak," you would be correct. If you thought "finally, apple juice!" then I would like to introduce myself. I am J, I like apple juice at work, I like apple juice at home, I like apple juice anywhere! Let's get together and drink some AJ ("AJ" is the scientifically abbreviated term for apple juice, like when "cool" people say "OJ" for orange juice, the more popular but ultimately inferior juice).

I should say here, my first man-juice-love relationship (wow, now that is gay) was in fact orange juice. Man, I used to drink orange juice like.. I don't know, but it was a lot. It was fun. It was orange. Orange juice will forever hold a special place in my heart. Unfortunately after my formative drinking years (age 18-22) I drank way too many screwdrivers and poisoned my love of orange juice while enhancing my love of alcohol. I think that had I not done this apple juice still would have supplanted orange juice as my juice of choice.

Now that I've abandoned coffee and the weather has turned warm, getting a cold sweet apple juice in the morning along with my bagel is pretty much heaven on Earth. Yeah, that's how I would describe it. It's sweet, but not too sweet, not too acidic, and it's just a delight to have it in my mouth (more gayness). I really feel I could drink, no, chug a gallon of it at a time every hour on the hour.

There are only a couple problems with apple juice. One, my roommate pretty much makes fun of me for everything I do, and in particular, he has zeroed in my apple juice consumption. Imagine this from a 200 + pound man trying to talk like a little girl: "hey, what you got there big guy? Got some apple juice!?" Followed by comments questioning my sexuality. Two, shit be expensive. If you want the good stuff (and you do, let me tell you), it'll cost you. This is a juice for the rich. And lastly, the most scary thing of all, kidney stones. Yea you heard it, the most painful ungodly pain known to man, kidney stones, can be caused by increased consumption of apple juice. From Wikipedia:

In the United States, the South has the highest incidence of kidney stones, since it is a region where apple juice consumption is very common.

Yikes! You know what is scary about kidney stones, other than them being the most painful things in the world.. ever, is that if you have a big one that can't pass through, they don't necessarily go in and surgically remove it. No, they work some medical magic mumbo jumbo and bust that big stone into a bunch of little one's that now all have to pass through whilst tearing up your urethra. Jesus Christ! I am going to need to rethink my beverages. Good times.

That's Wrong

The last two posts I posted began with "Yep, that's right" and "That's right." I'm surprised no one has ridiculed me for this. That's right, I'm starting to think this is a weak and pathetic way to start a post, or a any sentence for that matter. It's a prominent sign of my un-manliness. That's right, it's time for me to stop. No more "that's right." I know this may be an unpopular decision for a few of you (me), but most of you should be thanking me. And for those of you that don't like this decision (me), you are retarded.

Blue Steel Has Gone International

That's right, my baby, my precious, Blue Steel, travelled across international borders and went to Canada, our great neighbor to the North with funny accents. It was a good trip, eh? Yes, it was. What are you talking aboot? I'm talking aboot Montreal. I went up there for a friend's bachelor party and get this, I'm not even invited to the wedding! I got volunteered/recruited without my knowledge to attend the bachelor party for someone I really don't know that well (hence the non-invitation to the wedding). He is a nice guy though. There were around 15-20 of us at any given time so I didn't feel that out of place. Of course my drunken ass announced to anyone that would listen that I was not invited to the wedding. This lead the groom to drunkenly invite me to the wedding, which I declined, because really I had it the best way; I get to go to the bachelor party and don't have to go to the wedding? Sign me up. Let's get to points real quick eh?

Driving through 2 states (U.S.), New Hampshire & Vermont: 2 points
Driving into Canada: 3 points
Killing several hundreds of bugs on the highway: 2 points
Cleaning off the bugs: -2 points
Smelling the excessive manure used in Southern Canada whilst in Blue Steel: -3 points

Scoreboard:

Blue Steel 19
Wii 6
World 2

Blue Steel is running away with this thing. By the way, the odometer is now over 3700 miles.

What else happened in Montreal you ask? I'll tell you what happened.

Drinking.

That's pretty much it.

Well, there were a few things:

1) I yelled "I hate Mcdonalds!" at Mcdonalds to which the patrons there applauded.

2) I slapped some girls ass really hard and someone else was blamed.

3) I saw some really foul puke on a deck and off the side of the deck to where people were standing below.

4) The most muscular manly woman ever offered to teach me French... at the strip club.

5) I smoked the strongest Cuban cigar.

6) I paid $55 (tip included) for 6 beers... at the strip club.

7) I won a pool on the Kentucky Derby even though I didn't watch it nor knew which horse I had.

8) I maintained my Canadian virginity even though there were guys asking us "are you looking for girls?" at 3 in the morning when I was hammered.

9) I missed out on the hottest lesbian show... at the strip club.

10) I did way too many shots of jager.

11) I saw a bunch of S4's. It's a popular car up there. I also saw an RS4. Nice.

That's most of what I remember. Montreal was a really nice city though. It is very clean.

Montreal

Yep, that's right. Blue Steel went to Montreal. Point updates and drunken memories are coming. Also it looks like the vote on where I should live is at a stand off with Boston and New York each receiving two votes. San Francisco, Colorado, Chicago, and other are on the board with 1 vote each. Yea I'll probably end up flipping a coin, or a series of coins because there are so many options. But thanks to the eight of you that voted.

Poll

Vote in the poll to the right to help me figure out where to live.

Update: As of right now, 2:41 PM, it's a tight race between New York (1 vote) and Boston (1 vote). I have so many readers, I'm awesome.

Move to NY?

I'm still relatively new at this whole blogging thing and am still trying to grasp what it's all about. "But what does it all mean?" Since I was introduced to this whole shiny new blogging world, I have taken to reading other people's blogs. A lot of them are by people I don't know. I have become attached to them and eagerly wait for new posts like a drooling dog waiting for a treat... seriously, I drool, a lot, at work, waiting for posts, not treats. I don't consider these other people real. They are more like characters, like on a TV show, except with reading, not TV, because I can't watch TV at work. But you know what? They are real. Like me, I'm real. But most of them live in New York. Why is that? The Internet is everywhere so why do most of the blogs I read originate in New York? This leads to my follow up question, what the hell am I doing in Boston? And also, should I live in New York? It seems like if you have a blog, that's the place to be. Maybe more blog worthy material happens in New York than other cities. That's crazy talk! Shit goes down in my neighborhood. Well, no, not really. Maybe bloggers want to be with their own kind and chose New York as the place. Or maybe only the really cool bloggers that I read are from New York and only lame bloggers like myself are from Boston. (Check the standings, Boston does have this over New York). You know what I think? I think it would be a really lame reason to move somewhere because I have a blog and there are a lot of other bloggers (that I read) in that place I would be moving too. Right? Anyway, I'm off to look at apartments.. in New York! Didn't see that one coming, did you?