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May 20, 2003
Sam and I
Dusk was settling in. A violet-amber horizon offset the slightly green-tinged concrete. I strolled cautiously, yet not without purpose, towards my destination. My dark sunglasses masked my brown eyes; a leather vest barely contained my Tae-Bo strengthened body. I pushed open the door, walked past the cardboard cutout, and went directly to the back.
Employee: Whaddya need?
Me: Beer. Lots of beer.
?From the trailer of ?The Matrix Restocked?
OK, well, it didn?t go down quite like that, but I did buy enough beer to stock the small beer fridge last night. Why? Well, I have a friend coming into town this weekend, and we like us some suds. What can I say?
But, you say, it?s not nearly the weekend, wherefore buy beer now? Well, I?ll tell you, my faux-Elizabethan knave. What better way to kick off a week of revelry by reintroducing my liver to a large quantity of alcohol whilest watching WWE Monday Night Raw? ?Aaaaah,? you say, ?I see. You?re just a complete tool.?
Well, duh.
I had it all planned out. Made my packie run, was cooking the frozen pizza, was IM?ing everyone on my Buddy List about my great and masterful plan?life was good. Then somehow I drank four beers before the show even started and decided I wasn?t in remotely the appropriate outfit for my white-trash endeavors.
Yup. You guessed it.
(The best part of that picture, of course, is how it demonstrates that yes, I really do have a 2x3' picture of my legs in a tutu prominently displayed in my dining room. Good eatin' at Casa de Ryan, fo' sho'.)
I was even planning on writing a running journal of the night. ?Thish will be fantashtic,? I thought, sounding not so much like Sean Connery as a drunk Caucasian male. I didn?t get terribly far in my journal
9:00 pm?It?s Monday Night Raw! Ryan McGee here, along with good ol? JR and the King. I wonder if they want a Bass Ale from the fridge.
9:03 pm?Stone Cold Steve Austin?s cutting a promo about?I dunno, I think it?s beer.
9:54 pm?Th3s shoow is reallllly g? and Chris Jericho 4EVA
It just got ugly, is what I?m saying.
Tonite, things might get even uglier, as I have to go to a farewell party for my co-worker instead of sitting at home and watching the series finale of ?Buffy? and the season finale of ?24?. Yes, I realize that actual face-to-face interaction is more vital that watching TV by myself. Yes, I realize that I can always tape it. Yes, yes, yes. Not gonna lose it. Keepin? it calm. But?but?
But it?s THE FREAKIN? BUFFY SERIES FINALE.
*lets out primordial howl*
*gets reprimanded by HR*
Whew. A little better. Sorry about that. *whimper*
Posted by Ryan McGee at May 20, 2003 09:37 AM
Comments
Of course, you will be recording said finale so that the masses will be graced with a review even if it's later in the week?
Posted by: A.J. at May 20, 2003 10:24 AM
I don't want to go to this farewell party, either! Let's boycott and watch TV instead. F social interaction.
Posted by: Crabby Jerkface at May 20, 2003 11:13 AM
Buffy review will happen, maybe by tommorow---have some potentials (heh, get it? potentials!) who will tape the shows for me.
Posted by: ryan at May 20, 2003 11:37 AM
Where's the beard?
Posted by: Heather at May 20, 2003 02:11 PM
Been gone for about a month...I just think I look all deep and sh#t with the pic on the blog...oh well. I'm a mystery wrapped inside of a keg.
Posted by: ryan at May 20, 2003 02:14 PM
But it was so hot...
Posted by: Heather at May 20, 2003 04:34 PM
I sense an online "Beard" petition forthcoming...
Posted by: Commander Foley at May 20, 2003 04:38 PM
Look, the pic will always be in my /images folder, fear not!
Posted by: ryan at May 20, 2003 04:57 PM
is the sam adams light a part of the McGee diet parade as well? Come to think of it, don't you think that Healthy Choice and Jenny Criag should make alcoholic beverages? You could have the Skinny minnie margarita, and the emaciated amber ale... Take out the patent dude and we'll rule the world!
Posted by: little mcgee at May 20, 2003 07:29 PM