Poot's Palace

So my birthday has come and passed and I really dont feel any older. Skippy, Wha, myself, and a friend from Clemson grilled steaks here Tuesday and baked some massive potatoes to celebrate the day. Wha burnt the ever loving shit out of a huge Ribeye that had potential to be a great steak (Wha you are cut off from cooking). Afterwards we went to Wild Wings for a few beers with Faith and Lyndsay. Thats it. What a fucking boring birthday. I will see my parents and one of my sisters this weekend at the Wake game, so hopefully something good will come out of the weekend. I really am not looking forward to the weekend to be honest, my whole has me pretty pissed about the upcoming holiday season. Apparently being single has practically made my opionion of the holidays null and void. Thanksgiving will now be held the weekend of Clemson/USC. So needless to say, I wont be seeing my parents for Thanksgiving this year. Christmas will also be held the weekend before Christmas to alleviate traveling on my sisters when they have to visit their in-laws. Ahem, what the fuck about me. I guess they expect me to drive home for Christmas the weekend before, then on the actual weekend of Christmas my parents will visit one of my sisters while I .... sit in my apartment by myself!! Oh wait, I could drive to one of my sisters houses, but doesnt that put me in the same predicament as either sister (traveling out of town twice for one holiday). I officially boycotted the holiday season a full two months before it starts.

After the destruction from Katrina in New Orleans, it seems as though the Texans are taking Rita a little more serious and have decided to follow the mandated evacuations of their homes. Presumably most filled up their cars with gas before leaving town. If everyone from a large citysuch as Galveston decides to leave at the exact same time, and on the same roads, why didnt someone (the state of Texas) try to prepare for the hysteria better. There are now hundreds of cars stuck on the highway, out of gas, from sitting in traffic. Here's a thought, what is a safer call 1) sitting in your car on the interstate with thousans of other cars, out of gas, acting as a sitting duck for the ensuing storm, or 2) staying in your home, that i feel is probably much more sturdier than a 2-ton vehicle, and hoping for the best. Assuming both the scenarios take a direct hit, the so called "idiots" that stayed home will probably fair a little better. So we are now left with a decisions for the next storm that terrorizes our coast, do we mandate an evacuation that will strand thousands of citizens on the highway for the storm, or just tell them to stay at home cause either way they are screwed. What would you do? Stay at home, or sit in your car on the interstate?

Skippy goes to get a shower Monday evening, but before he does, he takes a leak. He sees a wad of tissue in the toilet and figures Wha had to blow his nose earlier and forgot to flush, no big deal. When he gets out the shower he pays more attention to the back of the toilet seat. There lies a copy of Playboy and a bottle of hand lotion, with what he hoped was some lotion on the cover. Skippy begins to back track his thought process to before the shower... the wad of tissue... and what he thought was where Wha had blown his nose. Apparently Wha had blown something else and left a terrible trail in the bathroom and did not cover up his handy work to well. Please Wha, be more careful and cover your tracks, we really dont want to know your schedule.

I have been reprimanded many times in my life, but never thought it would happen so many times for not blogging. I have been slack. I was making a last ditch effort with my bosses daughter. Surprisingly it lasted several weeks this time. Last sunday after the Panthers game Wha, myself, and the crazy one all hung out, got a few beers, and grabbed some dinner. All was normal. I went over that night and stayed at her place, went to work the next morning and everything was normal. That was the last i heard from her until friday afternoon. I called her after playing golf with my boss. She had to answer her phone this time because she thought i was still at her house with her dad standing beside me. I wasnt, i had left. I bitched at her on the phone. She got home and presumably got bitched at again by her dad and step-mom. I returned to my apartment with a great little buzz going and did not want to let this one go. I continued to drink until Wha arrived. He had visions of going to the gym, but with little convincing, he plopped on the couch and drank with me. Around 6 i called some ho's to find out my tailgating assignment (there was no point in asking what i was supposed to bring since i really never had any intentions of buying anything except a bottle of Jack and some ginger ale), during the conversation she asked why werent in Clemson, and without a decent answer, we preceded to clean up and leave town. Fast forward to Sunday (we all know what happened in between (lots of drinking and football)): Panthers knock off the defeding Super Bowl champions in what i heard to be a not so super game, nonetheless, Panthers won.

Sidenote: If i sleep in the same bed with a girl (who i have been told wanted to hook up with me) but we never hook up, does that make me a Vagina tease. I mean, if a girl that i wanted to knock boots with kept staying with me but never put out, I would consider her a cock tease. Just curious.