Strings of lights cascade the sky and a light breeze comforts the patio in Uptown Dallas. It's Joseph's 27th Birthday and we have gathered here to get a couple of drinks in us and a good conversation. There are times when you take a step back from it all, observe the commotion we call life and realize that it would all be the same without you in it. It's nice seeing friends so happy and peaceful. I make an honest smile and walk back into the hypnotizing siren of a song. It's time to be a part of a growing good time.
After Jake's we head to the Ginger Man's. Its a big house on the outside, but a real pub on the inside with an upstairs balcony and outside patio. A warm wooded timeless piece making me feel like Beowulf before I battle Gretchen for the first time. I think I'll keep my clothes on this time though. On the recommendation of our friends I order a bottle of Chimay the Premium Red Label. Two bottles emptied into our uppity glasses and a dominican cigar (thanks to Chris) later I'm walking with a merry stumble and carving "Philip and Jessica wuz here" on the wooden table. I'll check for it next time I'm there.
We make our way back to club M. A three story club that only utilizes the top two floors. Its crowded and I make my rounds to only escape to the roof. I have a perfect view of the Downtown Dallas Skyline. I realize at this moment I love this city and raise my glass towards it and it returns my gesture with a refreshing breeze. A moment later Jessica gives me the sign to rescue her from some aging older man trying to impress her with his wingman skills. He really does make it harder for me to hit on any decent women as I have now sacrificed myself for the great escape. Cry me a river.
Our last stop is the Idle Rich Pub, but only after I run back to M to close out my tab. We play our games and I lose. We spend our few moments of drinking at the last pub searching for unsuspecting victims of our game but our lust for power has left us wanting. The worst part of it is, we forgot to have a better time with the company provided. I think these games have outlasted their novelty.
As we drive home Chris and I get into a heated fight and wrap up poor Jessica in the middle of it as a peacemaker. After we drop off Jessica, Chris and I realize that we are more alike then previously recognized and even though the fight was hurtful, it was necessary. Because of this fight we were forced to evolve as friends in a shorter amount of time than our leisure permitted. Our friendship prevailed and in return for this, it multiplied ten fold, and now we can truly understand and appreciate the other's character.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
The Liason Cage
Its Saturday and I have taken it upon myself to get up at 11:00 a.m. I cook steak, eggs, bacon, fries, and buttered rolls because it was the only bribe I would take in return for unwrapping myself from my princely covers. I pour myself some soda in a tumbler and hot sauce on the eggs. I turn on the movie "Taking Chances" that I previously rented from Blockbuster and continued to devour my smorgasboard of goodies. The movie did not live up to the meal.
Tonight is Alex's Birthday. Upon readying myself, Alba and Minor come over to assemble the Three Amigos once again for a night out in funky town! We are a little late on our arrival and the line to the Library is insane! We decide to go into the bar where the line ends and wait for Alex and his crew to transition to City Streets. We will intercept them when they give us the text. In the meantime Cathy and I have a shootout on an arcade game in the back. I have killed the most wildebeasts, but she has won the bonus round!
Now I haven't been in the Cages room in City Streets since 2007. Its still the same. After a couple of Jager Bombs and some beers, the three Amigos decide to go to the 80's room(which is now the 90's room.) Being that we are the only single guys there, we must do our rounds. After, we stop at the halfway bar and down another shot of Jager to commence the "challenge" submitted by Alba to me. I now have to convince a lovely lady to make-out with me on camera by 1:45.... Challenge Accepted!
I have decided to go the "honest" route and let the women in on this endeavor. The two women I have gone up to though, have politely rejected my requests. Now usually in times like this you should switch up your gameplan, but my pride is persistent. I grab another shot of liquid bravery and press on, as Alba reminds me that the bet does not pertain to just this room.
Back to the cages I spot a familiar face. She also gracefully subdues my appeal due to romantic ties. I have accepted my defeat for now it is 1:44 and have settled on just a picture with the lovely lady. I call for Alba to take a picture of us and to my surprise she ambushes me with a kiss just as the flash of the camera captures our moment. Mission Accomplished.
Tonight is Alex's Birthday. Upon readying myself, Alba and Minor come over to assemble the Three Amigos once again for a night out in funky town! We are a little late on our arrival and the line to the Library is insane! We decide to go into the bar where the line ends and wait for Alex and his crew to transition to City Streets. We will intercept them when they give us the text. In the meantime Cathy and I have a shootout on an arcade game in the back. I have killed the most wildebeasts, but she has won the bonus round!
Now I haven't been in the Cages room in City Streets since 2007. Its still the same. After a couple of Jager Bombs and some beers, the three Amigos decide to go to the 80's room(which is now the 90's room.) Being that we are the only single guys there, we must do our rounds. After, we stop at the halfway bar and down another shot of Jager to commence the "challenge" submitted by Alba to me. I now have to convince a lovely lady to make-out with me on camera by 1:45.... Challenge Accepted!
I have decided to go the "honest" route and let the women in on this endeavor. The two women I have gone up to though, have politely rejected my requests. Now usually in times like this you should switch up your gameplan, but my pride is persistent. I grab another shot of liquid bravery and press on, as Alba reminds me that the bet does not pertain to just this room.
Back to the cages I spot a familiar face. She also gracefully subdues my appeal due to romantic ties. I have accepted my defeat for now it is 1:44 and have settled on just a picture with the lovely lady. I call for Alba to take a picture of us and to my surprise she ambushes me with a kiss just as the flash of the camera captures our moment. Mission Accomplished.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
In a Desperate Land
Jim Morrison croons to "The End" as my car swafts through the grey canopy of clouds. This is my favorite part of the day, this is where I belong. There is no expectations, no judgement, no talk, I just am. I'm on my way to work, but that is none of my concern, for at the moment I'm free. My muscle memory knows these highways so well I might as well close my eyes and dream a beautiful dream. Ride the snake..... to the ancient lake... seven miles.
My hopes, my dreams, my desires, dance in their realization. They give birth to new wants and plans for the future. If I died at this moment my thoughts would always remain silent, yet I can not voice them. They were only meant to be lived. There is a map to lay out the course and I'm doing all I can to not let life bully it to a crush.
The day ends with my car ride home blanketed in darkness. I can see the stream of cars below me and it looks as if the world has fire coursing through its veins. Exhausted from doing nothing I let out a sigh of relief. I'm on my way to meet up Alex for another round of heavy leather. This time around our stamina is much more evolved, but my lack of stretching has caused me a shoulder injury. A heavy right hook thrown with a cold muscle shocks my deltoid into a lasting pain.
Alex's fiance is a teacher and she has left some third grade math tests on the counter. I take a peak at Derek's... poor kid got a 46. I have challenged myself to solve the wrong questions with an arithmetic meeting held in the head. It seems that I have exposed a weakness to division, in that I need to write it down to complete the equation. Its a wonder how I got through Calculus AP. From this discovery I have used deductible reasoning to hypothesize that my non mastery of division is a direct consequence of learning it last, throughout the year.
See we all learn addition, subtraction, multiplication, then division. If we spent most of the year on the other three more than likely you were only taught what you needed to know in order to pass the test. We spent much more time refining our skills in the other trades and when we realized that our time constraints were shot, we hurried to make sure we knew how to do it, but not in our heads without paper. The delay of the inevitable can always tell you the quality of the absorption of knowledge.
My hopes, my dreams, my desires, dance in their realization. They give birth to new wants and plans for the future. If I died at this moment my thoughts would always remain silent, yet I can not voice them. They were only meant to be lived. There is a map to lay out the course and I'm doing all I can to not let life bully it to a crush.
The day ends with my car ride home blanketed in darkness. I can see the stream of cars below me and it looks as if the world has fire coursing through its veins. Exhausted from doing nothing I let out a sigh of relief. I'm on my way to meet up Alex for another round of heavy leather. This time around our stamina is much more evolved, but my lack of stretching has caused me a shoulder injury. A heavy right hook thrown with a cold muscle shocks my deltoid into a lasting pain.
Alex's fiance is a teacher and she has left some third grade math tests on the counter. I take a peak at Derek's... poor kid got a 46. I have challenged myself to solve the wrong questions with an arithmetic meeting held in the head. It seems that I have exposed a weakness to division, in that I need to write it down to complete the equation. Its a wonder how I got through Calculus AP. From this discovery I have used deductible reasoning to hypothesize that my non mastery of division is a direct consequence of learning it last, throughout the year.
See we all learn addition, subtraction, multiplication, then division. If we spent most of the year on the other three more than likely you were only taught what you needed to know in order to pass the test. We spent much more time refining our skills in the other trades and when we realized that our time constraints were shot, we hurried to make sure we knew how to do it, but not in our heads without paper. The delay of the inevitable can always tell you the quality of the absorption of knowledge.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Much Ado
I wake up to the familiar ceiling of my bedroom. Groggy from lack of sleep I reach over for my cell to call my hair stylist Janet. I haven't seen her since March. After my morning rituals I get to the bank to make my deposits, I turn in my blockbuster movies, and get to the mall. I wander around aimlessly forgetting how bad taste intertwines so well with the mundane. I must find a safe haven! Barnes and Nobles is my stop as I read some Frederick Neitzche's "Human, All to Human" as I wait for my appointment with my hairdresser to free up.
My Dad calls and we have a very intriguing conversation about religion and death. I forget how my Dad can make me feel not so alone in the world. We talk until my date with Janet's scissors beckons me. Four inches later I'm driving towards the new Hong Kong Market to buy some brown rice and korean food. I race home to eat some bulgolgi and pass out in ecstasy on my couch for an hour or two to regain my strength for the upcoming night.
I take my post haircut shower and await Alba for our expedition to Paul's house for the Cowboys vs the Eagles playoff game. We see the kick off at my abode and we proceed with his ritual of listening to the first part of the game on the radio in the car as we make a beer run. When we get to Paul's house with the champagne of beers we make our rounds and take our seats for the Cowboy's first victory in the playoffs in thirteen years. Its about damn time!
After the game we decide to go to Fat Daddy's in Mansfield. This will be my first time as is with most of us. Its a great place but the clientele seems to be out of place with our expectations. Most everybody is in their mid thirties to late forties. I see a couple of younger people but that just made me come to the conclusion that the prerequisite to enter the bar is that you have to have at least one kid. I lean to tell Paige and Matt that I guess we found where all the old people go to party! Keep this in mind that I'm jotting this down so I can come back when I am of age.
My Dad calls and we have a very intriguing conversation about religion and death. I forget how my Dad can make me feel not so alone in the world. We talk until my date with Janet's scissors beckons me. Four inches later I'm driving towards the new Hong Kong Market to buy some brown rice and korean food. I race home to eat some bulgolgi and pass out in ecstasy on my couch for an hour or two to regain my strength for the upcoming night.
I take my post haircut shower and await Alba for our expedition to Paul's house for the Cowboys vs the Eagles playoff game. We see the kick off at my abode and we proceed with his ritual of listening to the first part of the game on the radio in the car as we make a beer run. When we get to Paul's house with the champagne of beers we make our rounds and take our seats for the Cowboy's first victory in the playoffs in thirteen years. Its about damn time!
After the game we decide to go to Fat Daddy's in Mansfield. This will be my first time as is with most of us. Its a great place but the clientele seems to be out of place with our expectations. Most everybody is in their mid thirties to late forties. I see a couple of younger people but that just made me come to the conclusion that the prerequisite to enter the bar is that you have to have at least one kid. I lean to tell Paige and Matt that I guess we found where all the old people go to party! Keep this in mind that I'm jotting this down so I can come back when I am of age.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Strawberry Immortality
My breath crystalizes in front of me and salt lines the decks of the apartment complex's main area. I've been sneaking into Thomas's apartment's gym for years now. Pay for pain? I think not! I've been doing it so long I've seen a whole generation of staff change. More than once I have been the example on display when they are showing their potential renters and I'm happy to accept my membership in exchange for my showmanship.
Today I've come to the realization of singularity and the exponential growth of technology by listening to some Ray Kurzweil. My hope for mankind has been rekindled and the awakening of the universe just may cure the ultimate disease: death. The new movie "Transcendent Man" is soon opening and Chris, Alba, and I have come to the conclusion that we should petition to get it shown at the Angelika. Wonderful nano technology and the merging of man integrating himself into this will open a whole new category of science. Lets hope the prophetic Ray Kurzweil lives up to his credability.
Jessica now joins the group to make it four just as my Spurs lose to her team the Mavericks. Damn Dampier and his 3! Our topics of the night include Jim Jeffries, Kobe vs. Shaq, and strawberry pancakes at various diners. By the way Shaq does have more wins when they play each other 5-3 as our discussion led me to break out the stats on the internet. I win!
Jessica gets it in her head from discussing the various diners that compete with Whataburger's ideal hours that we must have pancakes tonight. We negotiate a deal that we should put the strawberry preserves from my kashi cereal in the pancake mix for a two lunch deal. I win again! Jessica and I worked side by side as Alba was couch bound to meditate, and Chris watched Shark Tank for the first time. When the cakes of pan were finished we enjoyed ourselves immensely, expressing our gratitude through mouthfuls of football shaped flapjacks. I had to force Alba to eat his as his intense meditation wouldn't allow earthly pleasures. When I did get him to eat he admitted that I was right.
When Jessica leaves and Alba decides to stay in the bedroom upstairs Chris and I have a heartfelt approach to the women's psyche. The implications of societies rule oppressing the relationships that could flourish. Tired of the game thats forced to be played and complained about later on, we decided that all we can do is to regrettably acknowledge it.
Today I've come to the realization of singularity and the exponential growth of technology by listening to some Ray Kurzweil. My hope for mankind has been rekindled and the awakening of the universe just may cure the ultimate disease: death. The new movie "Transcendent Man" is soon opening and Chris, Alba, and I have come to the conclusion that we should petition to get it shown at the Angelika. Wonderful nano technology and the merging of man integrating himself into this will open a whole new category of science. Lets hope the prophetic Ray Kurzweil lives up to his credability.
Jessica now joins the group to make it four just as my Spurs lose to her team the Mavericks. Damn Dampier and his 3! Our topics of the night include Jim Jeffries, Kobe vs. Shaq, and strawberry pancakes at various diners. By the way Shaq does have more wins when they play each other 5-3 as our discussion led me to break out the stats on the internet. I win!
Jessica gets it in her head from discussing the various diners that compete with Whataburger's ideal hours that we must have pancakes tonight. We negotiate a deal that we should put the strawberry preserves from my kashi cereal in the pancake mix for a two lunch deal. I win again! Jessica and I worked side by side as Alba was couch bound to meditate, and Chris watched Shark Tank for the first time. When the cakes of pan were finished we enjoyed ourselves immensely, expressing our gratitude through mouthfuls of football shaped flapjacks. I had to force Alba to eat his as his intense meditation wouldn't allow earthly pleasures. When I did get him to eat he admitted that I was right.
When Jessica leaves and Alba decides to stay in the bedroom upstairs Chris and I have a heartfelt approach to the women's psyche. The implications of societies rule oppressing the relationships that could flourish. Tired of the game thats forced to be played and complained about later on, we decided that all we can do is to regrettably acknowledge it.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
A Hundred Pounds
Cold and stagnant the garage feels as I lift the dusty hundred pound bag for the first time at Alex's new house. Chains clink over the side and my forearms are starting to ache as he hangs the chains on the stand. This is the first time I'm going to put leather to a hundred pounds and I'm looking forward to it. We alternate out every five minutes through the bag, jump rope, and resistance cardio. In between we are doing pull ups and push ups. We do three rounds while sweat and fatigue weighs us down. An hour passes and we congratulate ourselves for being masters of the universe, then we retreat back into the kitchen for some pot roast and steamed vegetables. As the meat cooks for the last couple of minutes we have to get one game of foosball in first. I lose by two.
Rocky and Keemow look intently at our plates waiting for us to miss our mouths when feeding ourselves. Rocky is Keemow's favorite maltese. Owned by Jessica, Alex's fiance. We throw some fat their way.
I get back to the casa to have a quick clean up before Adam and Chris come over to discuss Jewish overlords, myspace as desolate as friendster, and ideas for indoor crawfish farms. As this conversation is carrying on, mind you, there is a movie on called the "One Eyed Monster". This movie is about Ron Jeremy's penis being possessed by some alien life form that must survive by killing women by deadly oral or intercourse. Its so horrible its hilarious, and its a real movie! Yes folks, thats right, it wasn't a porno! Only on Showtime!
Rocky and Keemow look intently at our plates waiting for us to miss our mouths when feeding ourselves. Rocky is Keemow's favorite maltese. Owned by Jessica, Alex's fiance. We throw some fat their way.
I get back to the casa to have a quick clean up before Adam and Chris come over to discuss Jewish overlords, myspace as desolate as friendster, and ideas for indoor crawfish farms. As this conversation is carrying on, mind you, there is a movie on called the "One Eyed Monster". This movie is about Ron Jeremy's penis being possessed by some alien life form that must survive by killing women by deadly oral or intercourse. Its so horrible its hilarious, and its a real movie! Yes folks, thats right, it wasn't a porno! Only on Showtime!
Sunday, January 3, 2010
To Fight with Holmes
The day starts off lazily as I inch like a sloth through my morning rituals. I make a couple of rounds of boxing before Jennifer comes over and we spend the day going over principles and realization. I hope it wasn't in vain.
Jessica arrives with Keemow's final fitting for his Tool hoodie. Just a couple more adjustments for his arms and call it GQ. Chris makes it on time as well and we head out to go see the UFC fight. So we actually round up a table at Buffalo Wild Wings after an hour of waiting. But not before I prominently stain Chris's new Texas Sweater with barbeque sauce. Caribbean Jerk to be exact. Jennifer calls the winner, Rashad Evans. I still think Thiago Silva is the better fighter. I call Bushido!
The next day I am Sherlock bound. Again I slowly brush the teeth and waste hot water in the shower and make my way to Target to spend the rest of my gift card on groceries. I cook some orange chicken with jasmine rice and pass out for an hour or two. When I get up its time to go see the legendary detective himself. The fries at Studio Movie Grill move me as Robert Downey Jr. and Jude Law lightheartedly entertain me. I didn't even know Rachael McAdams was in this, but I love falling in love with that beautiful smile of hers. All in all Guy Ritchie got it right this time.
Jessica arrives with Keemow's final fitting for his Tool hoodie. Just a couple more adjustments for his arms and call it GQ. Chris makes it on time as well and we head out to go see the UFC fight. So we actually round up a table at Buffalo Wild Wings after an hour of waiting. But not before I prominently stain Chris's new Texas Sweater with barbeque sauce. Caribbean Jerk to be exact. Jennifer calls the winner, Rashad Evans. I still think Thiago Silva is the better fighter. I call Bushido!
The next day I am Sherlock bound. Again I slowly brush the teeth and waste hot water in the shower and make my way to Target to spend the rest of my gift card on groceries. I cook some orange chicken with jasmine rice and pass out for an hour or two. When I get up its time to go see the legendary detective himself. The fries at Studio Movie Grill move me as Robert Downey Jr. and Jude Law lightheartedly entertain me. I didn't even know Rachael McAdams was in this, but I love falling in love with that beautiful smile of hers. All in all Guy Ritchie got it right this time.
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