Friday, March 24, 2006
If anyone sees the VP, here are his needs
From NYT:
At least that was the evidence from "Vice Presidential Downtime Requirements," the heading of a document posted Thursday on the Smoking Gun Web site and confirmed as authentic by Mr. Cheney's office.
The document listed 13 requirements. Among them were these: All televisions sets in Mr. Cheney's hotel suite should be tuned to Fox News, all lights should be on, and the thermostat set at 68 degrees. Mr. Cheney should have a queen- or king-size bed, a desk with a chair, a private bathroom, a container for ice, a microwave oven and a coffee pot, with decaf brewed before arrival.
The vice president should also have four cans of caffeine-free Diet Sprite and four to six bottles of water. He must have the hotel restaurant menu, with a copy faxed ahead to his advance office. If his wife is with him, she should have two bottles of sparkling water, either Calistoga or Perrier.
For his reading material, Mr. Cheney should have The New York Times, USA Today, The Wall Street Journal and the local newspaper.
Additionally:
For potential organ replacement Mr. Cheney should have 4 humans and 2 baboons standing by, preferrably in cages (that goes for both species of primates).
The Vice President should also have an autoloading short recoil operated shotgun by his bed. A pump action would require to much forearm strength and would not provide the VP with an almost effortless headshot that an autoloading Remington would.
It was revealed that at one point in time Mr. Cheney had requested baby giraffes because he enjoys the snapping sound emitted when he breaks their necks with his bare hands. Logistically it became too daunting because the calves could not fit into the cargo bay on Air Force 2.
At least that was the evidence from "Vice Presidential Downtime Requirements," the heading of a document posted Thursday on the Smoking Gun Web site and confirmed as authentic by Mr. Cheney's office.
The document listed 13 requirements. Among them were these: All televisions sets in Mr. Cheney's hotel suite should be tuned to Fox News, all lights should be on, and the thermostat set at 68 degrees. Mr. Cheney should have a queen- or king-size bed, a desk with a chair, a private bathroom, a container for ice, a microwave oven and a coffee pot, with decaf brewed before arrival.
The vice president should also have four cans of caffeine-free Diet Sprite and four to six bottles of water. He must have the hotel restaurant menu, with a copy faxed ahead to his advance office. If his wife is with him, she should have two bottles of sparkling water, either Calistoga or Perrier.
For his reading material, Mr. Cheney should have The New York Times, USA Today, The Wall Street Journal and the local newspaper.
Additionally:
For potential organ replacement Mr. Cheney should have 4 humans and 2 baboons standing by, preferrably in cages (that goes for both species of primates).
The Vice President should also have an autoloading short recoil operated shotgun by his bed. A pump action would require to much forearm strength and would not provide the VP with an almost effortless headshot that an autoloading Remington would.
It was revealed that at one point in time Mr. Cheney had requested baby giraffes because he enjoys the snapping sound emitted when he breaks their necks with his bare hands. Logistically it became too daunting because the calves could not fit into the cargo bay on Air Force 2.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
I keeps it real
So G-dubs is out. The run is over. Georgetown is still in. WHORE-ray for that!
Even king of the in-state discount George Mason has moved on.
If I have learned one thing thus far from the tournament, it's that the ref's we had sucked and I definitely hate Duke. Add a moustache to coach K, with his perfectly parted hair for 20 straight years and you might have people calling him Adolf.
Here last weekend on business and to enjoy the GW disappointment was the one and only John "I'm dating some one's daughter" Kirkman, pictured below playing himself.
After enough beer to drown a dragon was consumed (also enough to drown the pink dragon, aka Fossil, aka Vicky my last name starts with a "T" but Stern can't spell it), John, Seth and I went out to rip up London. John did most of the ripping, Seth and I sat back waiting to get arrested.
To demonstrate to the locals how out of it we were, we asked several people at a packed bar, all of whom were wearing rugby shirts from Ireland, what was going on? Each face I asked looked at us like "how far have you stuck your head up your own arse?" well APPARENTLY there was a massively important england vs ireland rugby match and for the first time in awhile, ireland won. english atheletics are failing at almost everything this year.
The night capped in usual fashion as we were asked to leave a strip club we found in Soho, so we headed out to dominate some excellent late night lamb kebabs.
Sunday marked the first decent day of weather since my arrival. I think it was up to 45 and the sun was illuminating my pale face and having zero effect on my skin.
Tuesday morning I arrived at work to find my team in panic. What was the diaster this time? It was over a question as to what was the borough of Hammersmith's standard car parking ratio for B-1 office. That sort of excitement reminds me of why I got into this business from the start.
So in attempt to drain the booze and horrendous food from my diet I have begun to walk to and from work (when it's not raining, when I get up in time and when I feel like it). It's about 2 miles in each direction, so I figure 4 miles a day should counter my diet and lifestyle at some level. The whole scenario reminds me of that Chappelle show skit "when keeping it real goes wrong." For example, when I walk to work in the morning, I'm wearing a suit, an overcoat and probably some gloves. Well anyone who knows me, has worked with me or isn't blind knows that mild excercise leads to not so mild perspiration. So as I'm trying to keep it real with the a little pre-work exercise, I arrive with a pitted-out shirt and damp forehead. Then I also get to endure comments like "look at the yank with his trainers on" which is usually announced by a bloated fat bird who clearly needs more walking and less squaking. If I keep it real and respond, it will most certainly go very wrong.
Hot picture of the week goes to the lovely (edit), seen below at a fancy dinner after church service but before her AA meeting. Jesus loves you.
Even king of the in-state discount George Mason has moved on.
If I have learned one thing thus far from the tournament, it's that the ref's we had sucked and I definitely hate Duke. Add a moustache to coach K, with his perfectly parted hair for 20 straight years and you might have people calling him Adolf.
Here last weekend on business and to enjoy the GW disappointment was the one and only John "I'm dating some one's daughter" Kirkman, pictured below playing himself.
After enough beer to drown a dragon was consumed (also enough to drown the pink dragon, aka Fossil, aka Vicky my last name starts with a "T" but Stern can't spell it), John, Seth and I went out to rip up London. John did most of the ripping, Seth and I sat back waiting to get arrested.
To demonstrate to the locals how out of it we were, we asked several people at a packed bar, all of whom were wearing rugby shirts from Ireland, what was going on? Each face I asked looked at us like "how far have you stuck your head up your own arse?" well APPARENTLY there was a massively important england vs ireland rugby match and for the first time in awhile, ireland won. english atheletics are failing at almost everything this year.
The night capped in usual fashion as we were asked to leave a strip club we found in Soho, so we headed out to dominate some excellent late night lamb kebabs.
Sunday marked the first decent day of weather since my arrival. I think it was up to 45 and the sun was illuminating my pale face and having zero effect on my skin.
Tuesday morning I arrived at work to find my team in panic. What was the diaster this time? It was over a question as to what was the borough of Hammersmith's standard car parking ratio for B-1 office. That sort of excitement reminds me of why I got into this business from the start.
So in attempt to drain the booze and horrendous food from my diet I have begun to walk to and from work (when it's not raining, when I get up in time and when I feel like it). It's about 2 miles in each direction, so I figure 4 miles a day should counter my diet and lifestyle at some level. The whole scenario reminds me of that Chappelle show skit "when keeping it real goes wrong." For example, when I walk to work in the morning, I'm wearing a suit, an overcoat and probably some gloves. Well anyone who knows me, has worked with me or isn't blind knows that mild excercise leads to not so mild perspiration. So as I'm trying to keep it real with the a little pre-work exercise, I arrive with a pitted-out shirt and damp forehead. Then I also get to endure comments like "look at the yank with his trainers on" which is usually announced by a bloated fat bird who clearly needs more walking and less squaking. If I keep it real and respond, it will most certainly go very wrong.
Hot picture of the week goes to the lovely (edit), seen below at a fancy dinner after church service but before her AA meeting. Jesus loves you.
Friday, March 17, 2006
BEST. COMEBACK. EVER.
"I'm never nervous," Elliott said. "I'm 'Big Shot Elliott,' in case you guys didn't know."
-Carl Elliot-
(Not pictured below, Carl Elliot)
-Carl Elliot-
(Not pictured below, Carl Elliot)
Thursday, March 16, 2006
New Feature: Polls
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Tailpipe
that's where the team, me and every other GW fan just took it after being seeded 8th in the Atlanta bracket. the good news continued as we learned that we would play UNC Wilmington in NORTH CAROLINA. to add some sprinkles to this cupcake, the selection committee would then have us play duke in the second round about an hour from their campus.
tailpipe.
i'm not upset about this though. that's right. i want to beat wilmington and get a crack at duke. georgetown beat them, we need a chance. of course g-town was at home but hey, we're better.
big words. small man. injured team.
it's all depressing.
had an excellent weekend though as i didn't work from giggidy thursday until giggidy monday. betty was here but as important, i had some stellar indian food thursday night.
threw a bit of a bash saturday night at the house. pictures to be posted as soon as they arrive. the local liquor store had a sale on Rolling Rock. Yes, that fine PA beer that comes in that recycled looking bottle. 4 cases later the party was cracking. i wore a black tee-shirt. the placed reaked of central PA...there were even fat white girls
Curb moment of the weekend:
I come downstairs and am greeted in my living room by Ari and his friends Mariel and Dana. Mariel, who is American gets up and proceeds to give me that awkward kiss on the cheek greeting that some europeans do. Dana, who is european, gives me the kiss treatment as well. ok, not expected but no big deal. on a side note, it later dawned on me that Mariel gave the kiss because she knew her european friend would be doing the same. when in rome i guess. anyway, a few minuets later Betty comes downstairs and this time Dana is the first to greet her and like me, she gives Betty the euro hello kiss. Betty then goes over to Mariel to greet her however this time Mariel stands up and says, "hi, i'd give you a kiss but i've got a terrible cold."
raise your hand if you get it.
INCREDIBLE UPDATE:
the powers that be and fate miraculously guided my long lost camera back to me from Amsterdam meaning i can now ruin the future political careers of about 3 people. clearly god didn't want them getting involved anyway.
Stern
tailpipe.
i'm not upset about this though. that's right. i want to beat wilmington and get a crack at duke. georgetown beat them, we need a chance. of course g-town was at home but hey, we're better.
big words. small man. injured team.
it's all depressing.
had an excellent weekend though as i didn't work from giggidy thursday until giggidy monday. betty was here but as important, i had some stellar indian food thursday night.
threw a bit of a bash saturday night at the house. pictures to be posted as soon as they arrive. the local liquor store had a sale on Rolling Rock. Yes, that fine PA beer that comes in that recycled looking bottle. 4 cases later the party was cracking. i wore a black tee-shirt. the placed reaked of central PA...there were even fat white girls
Curb moment of the weekend:
I come downstairs and am greeted in my living room by Ari and his friends Mariel and Dana. Mariel, who is American gets up and proceeds to give me that awkward kiss on the cheek greeting that some europeans do. Dana, who is european, gives me the kiss treatment as well. ok, not expected but no big deal. on a side note, it later dawned on me that Mariel gave the kiss because she knew her european friend would be doing the same. when in rome i guess. anyway, a few minuets later Betty comes downstairs and this time Dana is the first to greet her and like me, she gives Betty the euro hello kiss. Betty then goes over to Mariel to greet her however this time Mariel stands up and says, "hi, i'd give you a kiss but i've got a terrible cold."
raise your hand if you get it.
INCREDIBLE UPDATE:
the powers that be and fate miraculously guided my long lost camera back to me from Amsterdam meaning i can now ruin the future political careers of about 3 people. clearly god didn't want them getting involved anyway.
Stern
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Definitions
Rage:
getting on your plane at 8 AM to Amsterdam only to have the flight canceled due to fog in amsterdam. irony.
Regrouping:
having 9 am beer while waiting for the 10 am flight
Catching up:
double fisting by 1 pm to reach the level of those who have been in Amsterdam since 11 that morning.
Letting Loose:
some might define "letting loose" as free from restraint. that's close. however when applied to a lacrosse team going to amsterdam, new terminology is needed.
Going Shithouse:
can best be described as 15 guys plowing their way through the bars, coffee shops and strip clubs in Amsterdam. oh and if Comic Book Guy from the Simpsons were to describe Amsterdam, he would proclaim:
Greatest. City. Ever.
Shithouse is also an appropriate term because there is actual human waste in the streets. you see, because this is europe and although their trains are good, human waste sanitation has maintained many of its midevil roots. in amsterdam they have public urinals where most cities would place say oh a phone booth or a mailbox. there are these plastic booths out in the open where the Amsterdam's most wasted go to urinate. problem is, besides the fact that i'd rather lick the feet of a dead pigeon than use one of these, is that they don't even catch what they were designed to! all men know that we are prone to missing the seat from time to time even in the best of conditions; sober, at grandma's house on christmas day. now think for a second about drugs, booze and general euro-trash in general, no way is this going to work out well.
Coffee Shops:
Can't say I had any coffee. Can say I visited a few.
The funniest thing is walking down the windy cobblestone streets of amsterdam and getting smacked in the face with a cloud of smoke as some one enters or exits a coffee shop. Good town.
Bars:
Think I saw most of them. Not a big Heineken drinker however I'm pretty sure the team and I bolstered their first quarter earnings single handidly.
Canals:
Or anal with a "c" in front of it. i can hear sean connery saying "I'll take Amsterdam C Anals for $300 Alex." Canals are everywhere. there has to be a stat somewhere of how many times a night some one falls into one. i was sad i didn't witness any incidents, but you saw potential. like the burnt out guy playing the guitar who came to Amsterdam in '81 for a weekend trip with some buddies and decided to make it his home for the next 25 years.
Whores:
Not hard to find. Look for the red light. It's not complicated. I remember one particularly crowded stretch in the redlight district where the central PA contigent were marketing themselves. not a woman in the window under 200 lbs. also amusing was the fact that they were facing the oldest church in the city. but then who doesn't love a good church?
on one trip through the 'district' as the boys and i were doing a little window shopping, one of the girls opened the door and grabbed my jacket attempting to pull me in. being healthily afraid of aids and not wanting my skin to fall off i lunged in the other direction. she let go but apparently she took a swing at me with a riding crop, which caught my buddy in the face. just another example of why this is a great city. if you can't walk down the street without the possibility of some broad trying to pull you into her petri dish, you're just not in a good city.
Domination:
What the Spencer lacrosse club did in the tournament. We crushed our way through 4 games, with 4 wins and only 1 goal scored against us as we dismantled teams from Germany, the Netherlands and Ireland. Adding to the challenge was complete and utter sleep deprivation, poor (and when i say poor i'm talking third world country poor) body preparation and fun environmental elements such as snow, sleet and rain. despite all this there was something particularly satisfying about winning a tournament against other international squads. and not only winning, but winning when half my team was clearly, um, elevated? yeah, that's right. the only thing better than disliking german people is crushing them in a lacrosse game.
Pregame: this should give you an idea of what playing conditions were like.
Fan Base:
One of the Americans on our team has these two buddies that come to most of our games. Think Jay and Silent Bob but multiply the drug factor by a hundred. So naturally Amsterdam being their Mecca they joined us on the trip. The following is a recap of the conversation I overhead between the two of them after one of our games:
Stoner 1: Dude, any shrooms left?
Stoner 2: No man, i ate the whole bag watching the game.
Stoner 1: Dude, really?
Stoner 2: Yeah, it happens. I have a little spacecake left.
Stoner 1: Cool.
Respect:
Eating the steak your buddy ordered after he leaves the table for 10 mins to find some one.
Health:
I'm not gonna win any contests.
Body:
Abused like a new york city dumpster. probably one found in queens or staten island.
Equation:
1 day in Amsterdam = 2 years off your life
Tourism:
avoided every single tourist attraction (Anne Frank House, Heinken brewery...)
Return trip:
Definitley in order. if you haven't been, you should go.
Agony:
Knowing that GW won it's final regular season game in crazy fashion. Knowing that at one point in time I had tickets to that game. Knowing that if I hadn't been in Amsterdam having an insane time while simultaneously winning a lacrosse tournament I would hurling myself off the roof of my building.
Some Pics -
Beast:
the guy that was covering me one game. he can't find stern
Best team ever to play in the Netherlands:
for obvious reasons, self-incriminating photographs have not been posted. and by obvious reasons i mean i lost my camera in amsterdam. however there are some additional photos that i will be receiving over the next week from others and i will post them once they arrive. there is also a 1% chance i will get my camera back. it's about equal to the chance that i wake up fluent in dutch tomorrow.
Betty arrives tomorrow morning. giggidy.
Stern
getting on your plane at 8 AM to Amsterdam only to have the flight canceled due to fog in amsterdam. irony.
Regrouping:
having 9 am beer while waiting for the 10 am flight
Catching up:
double fisting by 1 pm to reach the level of those who have been in Amsterdam since 11 that morning.
Letting Loose:
some might define "letting loose" as free from restraint. that's close. however when applied to a lacrosse team going to amsterdam, new terminology is needed.
Going Shithouse:
can best be described as 15 guys plowing their way through the bars, coffee shops and strip clubs in Amsterdam. oh and if Comic Book Guy from the Simpsons were to describe Amsterdam, he would proclaim:
Greatest. City. Ever.
Shithouse is also an appropriate term because there is actual human waste in the streets. you see, because this is europe and although their trains are good, human waste sanitation has maintained many of its midevil roots. in amsterdam they have public urinals where most cities would place say oh a phone booth or a mailbox. there are these plastic booths out in the open where the Amsterdam's most wasted go to urinate. problem is, besides the fact that i'd rather lick the feet of a dead pigeon than use one of these, is that they don't even catch what they were designed to! all men know that we are prone to missing the seat from time to time even in the best of conditions; sober, at grandma's house on christmas day. now think for a second about drugs, booze and general euro-trash in general, no way is this going to work out well.
Coffee Shops:
Can't say I had any coffee. Can say I visited a few.
The funniest thing is walking down the windy cobblestone streets of amsterdam and getting smacked in the face with a cloud of smoke as some one enters or exits a coffee shop. Good town.
Bars:
Think I saw most of them. Not a big Heineken drinker however I'm pretty sure the team and I bolstered their first quarter earnings single handidly.
Canals:
Or anal with a "c" in front of it. i can hear sean connery saying "I'll take Amsterdam C Anals for $300 Alex." Canals are everywhere. there has to be a stat somewhere of how many times a night some one falls into one. i was sad i didn't witness any incidents, but you saw potential. like the burnt out guy playing the guitar who came to Amsterdam in '81 for a weekend trip with some buddies and decided to make it his home for the next 25 years.
Whores:
Not hard to find. Look for the red light. It's not complicated. I remember one particularly crowded stretch in the redlight district where the central PA contigent were marketing themselves. not a woman in the window under 200 lbs. also amusing was the fact that they were facing the oldest church in the city. but then who doesn't love a good church?
on one trip through the 'district' as the boys and i were doing a little window shopping, one of the girls opened the door and grabbed my jacket attempting to pull me in. being healthily afraid of aids and not wanting my skin to fall off i lunged in the other direction. she let go but apparently she took a swing at me with a riding crop, which caught my buddy in the face. just another example of why this is a great city. if you can't walk down the street without the possibility of some broad trying to pull you into her petri dish, you're just not in a good city.
Domination:
What the Spencer lacrosse club did in the tournament. We crushed our way through 4 games, with 4 wins and only 1 goal scored against us as we dismantled teams from Germany, the Netherlands and Ireland. Adding to the challenge was complete and utter sleep deprivation, poor (and when i say poor i'm talking third world country poor) body preparation and fun environmental elements such as snow, sleet and rain. despite all this there was something particularly satisfying about winning a tournament against other international squads. and not only winning, but winning when half my team was clearly, um, elevated? yeah, that's right. the only thing better than disliking german people is crushing them in a lacrosse game.
Pregame: this should give you an idea of what playing conditions were like.
Fan Base:
One of the Americans on our team has these two buddies that come to most of our games. Think Jay and Silent Bob but multiply the drug factor by a hundred. So naturally Amsterdam being their Mecca they joined us on the trip. The following is a recap of the conversation I overhead between the two of them after one of our games:
Stoner 1: Dude, any shrooms left?
Stoner 2: No man, i ate the whole bag watching the game.
Stoner 1: Dude, really?
Stoner 2: Yeah, it happens. I have a little spacecake left.
Stoner 1: Cool.
Respect:
Eating the steak your buddy ordered after he leaves the table for 10 mins to find some one.
Health:
I'm not gonna win any contests.
Body:
Abused like a new york city dumpster. probably one found in queens or staten island.
Equation:
1 day in Amsterdam = 2 years off your life
Tourism:
avoided every single tourist attraction (Anne Frank House, Heinken brewery...)
Return trip:
Definitley in order. if you haven't been, you should go.
Agony:
Knowing that GW won it's final regular season game in crazy fashion. Knowing that at one point in time I had tickets to that game. Knowing that if I hadn't been in Amsterdam having an insane time while simultaneously winning a lacrosse tournament I would hurling myself off the roof of my building.
Some Pics -
Beast:
the guy that was covering me one game. he can't find stern
Best team ever to play in the Netherlands:
for obvious reasons, self-incriminating photographs have not been posted. and by obvious reasons i mean i lost my camera in amsterdam. however there are some additional photos that i will be receiving over the next week from others and i will post them once they arrive. there is also a 1% chance i will get my camera back. it's about equal to the chance that i wake up fluent in dutch tomorrow.
Betty arrives tomorrow morning. giggidy.
Stern
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
it has been a long time
i shouldn't left you
without a dope blog to read to
read to
read to
ficki ficki ficki
when i drop my first album entitled, "Stern, still not black," i know ya'll will buy it.
trying to think back to last week and what happened/what i did and i'm struggling. probably because the first half of the week was spent recouperating from very fat/phat weekend. i do remember that on wednesday American coworker/gw alum Seth and i attended a property auction hosted by the Firm. we don't have that function in the states and i have to say, i wish we did. it was interesting. the head auctineer controlled the bidding as over 90 properties were up for grabs that day. imagine a room full of jews, hindus and muslims getting into bidding wars while attempting to buy residental and commercial properties listed at £3 million pounds or less. it was a little international for my tastes. you see, the last auction i attended was for cattle, in some warehouse off of route 15 in dillsburg, pa. instead of international property speculators, we had rednecks, honkeys and fat guys who's stomachs hung lower than their...
i think last thursday i attended some personal growth seminar at the Firm. can't remember. i do recall asking for a mentor. a wish that is yet to be granted. makes sense to me. drinks were had thursday evening with the team. carlsberg was the beer. know that.
saturday team Spencer took what can only be described as a broomstick in the balloon knot as we were handled by Hitchen 17-1. now granted, we were playing with only 10 men, not the number you want in lacrosse since we had zero subs, and naturally being the UK we were playing on some field that was atop a ridge, exposed to the below freezing winds. still, 17-1 is bad. like shotgun to the face bad.
keeping with the pattern of british integration, the Sayias were kind enough to host an all GW party at their place saturday evening. booze and pizza dominated the menu as g-dubs dominated fordham. with that win we deservedly slipped from #6 to #7 in the AP poll.
sunday Pete and i went down to a pub to meet some folks to watch what the hockey final between finland and sweedon. that was the only time i watched the winter olympics for more than 30 seconds this time round. i just don't care. who can care about these absurd sports. everything about the winter olympics is dumb. somebody please post and explain to me otherwise if you disagree. did you hear the hockey final commentary? one of the announcers actually said "oh, superdooper shot by the sweeds." i'm probably the last person on earth to rant on the winter games so i'll stop. happily here in london our week was spiced up with the suspension (which has since been frozen) of our mayor, ken livingstone. wasn't much, he just called a jewish reporter a concentration camp guard. too soon? yeah too soon ken. course, this is the same ken who has sypmathized with palestinian suicide bombers in isreal. top notch city i've choosen. why don't i just pack up my bags, buy a tent and settle on the west bank of gaza? water pressure would be the same.
interesting side note of the week:
got an email from the chick i sold my jeep to. yeah, it was stolen on president's day in capital hill. apparently the cops told her to "relax, it was probably just some kids joy riding around and that they's find it in prince george's county within a week or two." oh yeah, you're car just got jacked, chill out and let others have a turn. jeep down. :(
part of me wanted to respond with, "eh, gas is expensive." best not to i believe.
Amsterdam = Friday
it will be nothing short of heinous, barbaric and obscene. cue cyprus hill...
Dinner with the Roderick Family a few weeks ago, check the hair, still there, and still good:
without a dope blog to read to
read to
read to
ficki ficki ficki
when i drop my first album entitled, "Stern, still not black," i know ya'll will buy it.
trying to think back to last week and what happened/what i did and i'm struggling. probably because the first half of the week was spent recouperating from very fat/phat weekend. i do remember that on wednesday American coworker/gw alum Seth and i attended a property auction hosted by the Firm. we don't have that function in the states and i have to say, i wish we did. it was interesting. the head auctineer controlled the bidding as over 90 properties were up for grabs that day. imagine a room full of jews, hindus and muslims getting into bidding wars while attempting to buy residental and commercial properties listed at £3 million pounds or less. it was a little international for my tastes. you see, the last auction i attended was for cattle, in some warehouse off of route 15 in dillsburg, pa. instead of international property speculators, we had rednecks, honkeys and fat guys who's stomachs hung lower than their...
i think last thursday i attended some personal growth seminar at the Firm. can't remember. i do recall asking for a mentor. a wish that is yet to be granted. makes sense to me. drinks were had thursday evening with the team. carlsberg was the beer. know that.
saturday team Spencer took what can only be described as a broomstick in the balloon knot as we were handled by Hitchen 17-1. now granted, we were playing with only 10 men, not the number you want in lacrosse since we had zero subs, and naturally being the UK we were playing on some field that was atop a ridge, exposed to the below freezing winds. still, 17-1 is bad. like shotgun to the face bad.
keeping with the pattern of british integration, the Sayias were kind enough to host an all GW party at their place saturday evening. booze and pizza dominated the menu as g-dubs dominated fordham. with that win we deservedly slipped from #6 to #7 in the AP poll.
sunday Pete and i went down to a pub to meet some folks to watch what the hockey final between finland and sweedon. that was the only time i watched the winter olympics for more than 30 seconds this time round. i just don't care. who can care about these absurd sports. everything about the winter olympics is dumb. somebody please post and explain to me otherwise if you disagree. did you hear the hockey final commentary? one of the announcers actually said "oh, superdooper shot by the sweeds." i'm probably the last person on earth to rant on the winter games so i'll stop. happily here in london our week was spiced up with the suspension (which has since been frozen) of our mayor, ken livingstone. wasn't much, he just called a jewish reporter a concentration camp guard. too soon? yeah too soon ken. course, this is the same ken who has sypmathized with palestinian suicide bombers in isreal. top notch city i've choosen. why don't i just pack up my bags, buy a tent and settle on the west bank of gaza? water pressure would be the same.
interesting side note of the week:
got an email from the chick i sold my jeep to. yeah, it was stolen on president's day in capital hill. apparently the cops told her to "relax, it was probably just some kids joy riding around and that they's find it in prince george's county within a week or two." oh yeah, you're car just got jacked, chill out and let others have a turn. jeep down. :(
part of me wanted to respond with, "eh, gas is expensive." best not to i believe.
Amsterdam = Friday
it will be nothing short of heinous, barbaric and obscene. cue cyprus hill...
Dinner with the Roderick Family a few weeks ago, check the hair, still there, and still good:
