Trying to reason with female intelligence

This is the conversation that occurred between RSW and myself when I came home yesterday from playing poker at a nearby casino. To set the conversation up, I was there for 5 hours, and broke dead even...I walked in with $125, and I walked out with $125.

RSW: "So, how did you do?"
Me: "I broke even."
RSW: "I dont understand why you like to play poker."
Me: "It's fun, there is entertainment value. I played for 5 hours and it didn't cost me anything."
RSW: "You could have sat on the couch scratching your balls for 5 hours, and that wouldn't have cost anything either, and you would have saved the gas money."


God I love my wife.

Why my wife is known as "Rock Star Wife"

Last night we're watching the season finale of "Entourage." Emmanuelle Chiqri plays Sloane, Eric's smoking-hot on-again-off-again girlfriend. RSW looks at me and says "I give you permission to sleep with her, although I'd probably be jealous because I'd want to sleep with her...why don't we just have a threesome with her?"

This is why RSW is THE RSW.

'nuff said.

So long Billy Mays, hello Vince

So this guy has got to be the greatest pitchman ever!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWRyj5cHIQA

Life in the fast lane

Ok, I lied. There are other things that drive me crazy about Colorado drivers, aside from their inability to drive in the snow. I don't know why, but people here have absolutely no concept of the passing lane. Nine times out of ten I can get in the right hand lane and go faster than the schmucks in the left lane.

My absolute favorite thing about Colorado drivers is how they pace the cars next to them. I'll be behind a car in the left lane that is going the speed limit (which is bullshit - it should be the law that you must go 10 over in the passing lane), and is clocking the car in the right lane exactly. So I'm stuck behind two yahoos going 55. Ok, so maybe NJ isn't that bad...at least they know how to drive fast there.

Facebook Friends and Updates

Like everyone one else on the planet (except for Rock-Star Wife), I have a facebook account. The thing that bugs me most about it is the random friend requests I get. I get probably one or two a day from people I went to high school with. I don't remember being friends with these people in high school, in fact most of them I don't even remember (I did graduate from high school twenty years ago, so I suppose it's ok if I don't remember all 425 people in my graduating class).



For the people that I do remember and were friends with, or at least knew socially, I generally accept their friends request. But for the most part, I don't remember these people, or even better, I do remember them and distinctly remember not being friends with them in high school. People, if I didn't like you 20 years ago, what on earth makes you think I'll like you now? If anything, I'd like to think my taste in friends has gotten more refined, so you're pretty much double screwed.

I've broken my friends on facebook into several categories:
1. Genuine friends that I communicate with via email, telephone, face-to-face, etc.;
2. Genuine friends that I communicate with via facebook;
3. People that I used to be #1 with, but have fallen out of touch with, so now they're #2;
4. People that I know, but don't really consider them #1 worthy; and
5. People that I know or used to know and don't really care to speak to them anymore, but am interested in what has become of them, so I read their updates.

I've discovered something else about facebook that drives me crazy...people really think other people give a shit about their day to day lives. Seriously, I could care less if you are at a certain bar or having dinner with your hubby. I don't need a play by play of what you did today. Who gives a shit? I'll tell you who -- NOT ME!!! By the way, I get the irony of posting my thoughts and rants/raves...but this is different. I'm not giving you a play by play of my day, I'm giving you my opinion on shit that bugs me.

Don't even get me started on twitter, that is for another post for another day.

Barcelona in September

Back when September 11th was just another date on the calendar, I booked a trip to fly to Barcelona on Wednesday, September 12th, 2001 with a friend. The plan was to celebrate my birthday in Spain. Needless to say, my flight was delayed for several days. My friend did not go, so I ended up going by myself, getting to Spain in time for my birthday, and had an amazing trip abroad. I met people from all over the world, including Mexico, the U.S., Belgium, and of course, Spain.

While I was over there, everyone kept telling me how sorry they were about what happened. I think at that point in time, it was still kind of surreal, and hadn't really sunk in what had happened. I loved Spain. If you've never been I highly recommend it. If you can, go towards the end of September so you can celebrate my birthday there...or Les Festes de la Merce, which ever you prefer.

Barcelona's biggest annual festival is "Les Festes de la Merce." This is the celebration of the Patron Saint of Barcelona, the Virgin Mary. This year it is from Wednesday September 23rd to Sunday September 27th. When I was there in 2001, they turned the entire train station into a dance floor. I remember leaving about 6 a.m., there were people in line to get in. I also saw Manu Chao there, he played a free show in the Plaza de Cataluna. Imagine 100,000 people crammed into one city block...he started playing at around 11 p.m, and I think the show went to at least 2 a.m. It was amazing, words cannot do it justice.

In a way, I like to think I did my civilian part following that horrible day. I lived my life and traveled abroad, not thinking of what might happen to my plane, but rather, thinking what must happen to Americans. We as a country must continue on with our lives and not be afraid to do what we love.

Snow and Grocery Shopping

I have had the fortunate experience of living all over this great country of ours, from Florida to NYC, and out to the California coast. Currently I reside in Colorado (hopefully you already guessed that by the title of the blog and my profile, but hey, who am I to judge your smarts), and Colorado is great. My biggest gripes are that 1. people don't know how to drive in the snow, and 2. the state doesn't know how to quickly remove said snow from the roadways before #1 happens.

Rock-star Wife and I moved here from the Northeast part of the country. I must preface this next sentence by stating I hated living in NJ, and the only reason it was bearable is I met Rock-star Wife there (but at that point she was just Rock-star). NJ and NY really have their act together when it comes to clearing the road of snow. Notice I did not say snow removal, because they don't remove the snow, they push it to the side where it sits for 3 months. But they do clear the roads really well. Why, you might ask? Because they use SALT! In Colorado, they only use sand and some other crap that doesn't do anything to actually melt the ice or snow. I'm not sure why, but I'm sure it's some eco-friendly, hug a tree crap. So because of #2, #1 happens. 'Nuff said.

Once a big snow storm is predicted, that's when the second part of the title happens...the grocery shopping. People here are insane. Every time I go to the store when a big storm is predicted, the store is always out of the same things: toilet paper, eggs, milk and bread. Because I think very differently than most, I have hypothesized what the purchasers of these items are doing:

I have come to the conclusion that during large snowstorms, people in Colorado make french toast while sitting on the toilet.