HEISGIRL: Fodder From a Female Football Fan

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Monday, November 20, 2006

Well frick

All these people visiting today (thanks to the shout out from the Beaner) and I aint got a danged thang to say. This week is just a major waste of my time. I've been completely unmotivated to do any work today (people across the country are now asking themselves what makes this different from any other day). Tomorrow I have four meetings which should help the time pass quickly. Wednesday we'll probably get released at 2, so I'll more than likely spend all morning twiddling my thumbs until I can start drinking. I think there's a pretty good chance I'll begin drinking about 3 p.m. on Wednesday and not stop until the Texas game is over on Friday. I got a bottle of my favorite bloody mary mix yesterday which means I'll also have the USDA recommended servings of vegetables during that time. Sometimes I really wish vodka and Miller Light were on that damn food pyramid. The man is always bringing me down.

Yesterday me and my friendly neighborhood attorney went to the driving range, something I've been wanting to do for like 25 years. It was super fun. The attorney sister of my friendly neighborhood attorney has been taking golf lessons for the last couple of months, so she smoked both of us. But I have to say that having not picked up a golf club since my 7th grade PE class (where if we hit the orange cone we got an A), I did pretty damn good. Okay, maybe not good, but I'd put myself somewhere between not good and mediocre, which to me is still good for a beginner.

I'd been told that this place had regular servers come around to bring you beer and food. The lil 16-year-old brat only came by once at which point I was still trying to figure out how to get the ball on the tee (kidding). For the full hour I was there, we kept perusing the menu in hopes she'd get the hint and come back. It was a small menu, and on it were the following: mini meatloaf sandwiches, miniburgers and mini pig sandwiches.

I'm not even going to delve into the whole "what the f*** is a pig sandwich" question, but it seems that this whole tapas bullshit craze has spilled over into the world of junk food. Don't get me wrong, I'll ocassionally enjoy a mini burger, primarily at MatchBox (where I'm headed momentarily), but if the point of these things is that people are going to share them, bring me a meatloaf sandwich (ick) and a friggin knife.

The Democrats have two years to fix the country before the next election. I hope this is on their agenda.


At 11:23 PM , Anonymous Brett said...

Woah, I didn't know you had a blog. WTF? Where is the heads up on these things. I had to hear it from BON.

I missed the old Rhodeside grill this season. Any chance of you coming to NYC sometime?

At 10:24 AM , Blogger Steezy said...

I was afraid that if you found out you'd try to have relations on emily's bed, and I couldn't take the risk;)

Not sure about an NYC trip. This loser I used to hang out with in D.C. just moved there.

Do you have a job yet?

At 10:47 AM , Anonymous Brett said...

Job... yes.. I do have a job but it's more of a placeholder job until I pass the bar - which I just did last week. So now it's time to look for a better job. Loser, eh? Sounds cool to me. Anyway I encourage you to visit - it's good fun and the bars are open much later than in DC.


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