Monday 12.21.09- Tuesday 12.22.09- Wednesday 12.23.09

I had an awesome 13 hour nap last night and managed to completely ignore the mess in my loft. The plumber still hasn’t been there and the place is still as disgusting as when I passed out on Saturday night. It’s truly disgraceful. Monday turned into Tuesday and I had a meeting with an old friend who I am going to call 704. After the meeting we went to sushi, polished off 2 bottles of sake and then went to the Chee Chee for a shot of Jagermeister before heading to my loft to further examine the mess. Still no plumber, flies everywhere. Fantastic!  After 704 left I kept drinking, watched some porn and packed for my trip to Georgia the next morning.Oh and by the way, my assistant of 3 weeks quit in an email Monday night at 10pm. That’s professional! Just wanted to let you all know…. if you want to quit a job, do not be a chicken shit…. call me on the phone or do it in person. Email? Really? I knew she wasn’t going to last when she bailed out on the company Christmas party. I honestly think that she might have been a little squeamish about the nature of the job. Or she heard me scream “rimjob” one too many times in the hallway. NEXT!

I went to the office to clean up some last minute horseshit on Wednesday morning before catching my 11:00 am flight to Atlanta, then off to Brunswick GA. I was seated on the plane next to a kid from SDSU who appeared to be about 22 years old who was in fact close to 28. We played trivia against the rest of the plane and although I came in first place one time and got one of the highest scores of the flight, he still beat my ass over all. We were playing against a sweet little old woman who was much slower than us to the punch when it came to answering, but would just dominate us at certain times with the questions from the 30s and 40s.

We laughed and drank a bit and started flirting. I would like to say that the cougar in me started this, but it was in fact he who started the banter. He might be what you would call a “cougar hunter.” We ended up exchanging phone numbers but had I given the nod, we might have joined the mile high club. I dunno though, he had a serious baby face. I am not sure if I can go through with this.

I landed at 8:30 pm and was told by the fam that we were going to the local pub, Toucan’s Ale House,  to check out some karaoke and because my brother-in-law wanted to introduce my niece Nikki (yes, his daughter) to the bartender, BK. (Of course everyone in the south has 2 letters as their name.) He made Nikki walk in with a plate of homemade desserts to give to BK and I can assure you… this is the opposite of her style.

My brother-in-law is a regular there so they gave him a Christmas present… a stocking filled with homemade beef jerky and chocolates. Pretty awesome… if the owners of the bars that I am regulars at did this for me, I would spend even more money in their establishments throughout the year. (Ahem, Michael from Tivoli take note.)

After 5 torturous country music karaoke songs I was pleased to hear BK’s original music. He writes his own lyrics, and is an aspiring singer/songwriter. I suggested he move out of Brunswick asap but I am pretty sure he knows this already.

I do have video footage of him singing, but I am too stupid (and buzzed) to figure out how to video blog. Next week I will upload it.

I tried to order the fried green beans but the kitchen was closed. Other noteworthy menu items were the Bird Bath Nachos. Any fans of “Dick Tricks” out there!?? come on!!!

We had fun, drank too much as usual and headed home to raid the fridge of random leftovers. I fell fast asleep with visions of sugar plums dancing in my head until Tucker the fat cat jumped in bed with me and tried to make out with me. Then when I started baby talking Tucker, Jake the fuzzy Siberian Husky had to check out the situation and jump in the bed as well. Let me explain the fundamental problem with huskies and cats. They always, without fail, hate each other. And tonight, at 4:00 am, I was no stranger to this fact.  HISS GROWL MEOW BARK JUMP FLAIL. All at the edge of my bed. It was like an episode of “Tom and Jerry” but just a little bit different. The cat was now stuck in the room and the dog would not let him leave. The cat finally fell asleep in the bathroom sink and the dog nuzzled next to me. We all slept in harmony until approximately 11:15 am! WTF get outta bed lazy!