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Monday, June 03, 2002
Holy shittin' crap. I'm not even sure where to start it has been so long. Well, let's start at the very beginning, that's a very good place to start.
The move went very well over all. The T's helped out A LOT! If it weren't for them we'd still be sitting around in the apartment trying to pack. 2 Men and a Truck were also helpful. Although no one in their office told the movers that our apartment was on the third floor. So instead of the quoted 4 hours at $80/hr, it actually took 6.5 hours. I'll let you go ahead and do the math on that one. Overall it was worth it though, as I don't think my back could've taken what they did here. Now we are to the point of unpacking all the boxes. It's kind of depressing to walk into a room and just see them all sitting there. So what do I do? Come tell you about rather than do anything about it. Oh well. I hear you have to live in a place for awhile before you can make it your own. Speaking of which, I'm still taking suggestions on colors for the rooms.
School is over and I am taking the summer off. I think that's healthy. Final tally: 1 AB and 2 A's. Not too bad. Suck it marketing, next time I won't even ask for a name before I make you my bitch. Pent up anger over the class still? Maybe a little. My wife is done with school in 3 and a half days. I think I am looking forward to it more than her. No more papers, or book orders or lesson plans. But don't worry. She is a glutton for punishment and is starting one of her summer classes next week Monday.
Happy Birthday to my friend Norm!! It's a big one this year and it all goes down tomorrow. I don't know if the wife and I can make it to the P tomorrow. If not, I promise to make it up to you the next time I work. And by that Wally, I mean provide better than average service (which is excellent anyway). Happy birthday brother. Tomorrow's Buffy is a good one too, so I'll tape it for you. (ps... kitten count for the week was 6).
The P had music four days in a row this week. Holy moly that was something. Granted I only worked two of them, but it was still crazy. From what I hear they were all good though. Scapegoats are starting their Thursday post-WhitetrashFest (I mean WaterFest) gigs, so come and check them out. They still won't play Garden Party, but they're still worth coming to see. And Dallas Orbiter tripped my fandango. Welcome aboard my psychadelic peppermint cloud boys. Pull up a palm tree and blink awhile with me. Blues on Saturday and of course the Orgy on Sunday.
Speaking of the P, she went and did it. My Nay-nay is gone. (Singing a la *NSYNC "...gone..."). The party was...well it was something that the annals of the P has never seen before. Let me quickly recap: 1) Nay-nay hung upside down from one of the poles. 2) She did three blow jobs out of my crotch. 3) There were at least two pairs of male underwear on her head (I had on some bras, which was a site in itself). 4) The Whop poured like water. 5) I arm-wresteled her cousin and strained a muscle and it hurts still. 6) She put lip liner on me. 7) I didn't get done cleaning until 3:45 am. 8) Eric got to do "his dance" the next morning. 9) Wally saw the whole damn thing. Oh wait, why do I still like my job? I was just wondering. I got to do all that, get paid by the hour and make some made money. Viva the drunkards!
If anyone is still reading, I work Wed-Friday nights and then on Sunday. Saturday there is a loud band at the P (but they're good too). If you're in town (meaning Kaukauna) and looking for something to do, drop me a line and I'll show you the new digs, and you can unpack a box. It'll be fun. My parents tried that last night and ended up putting together a grill for three hours. Not enough beer in the world to do that again. Hope all is well with you all, and I promise to post more in the future.
Craig @ 12:20 PM
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