Poot's Palace

I, along with most of my reading audience, was at Jessie's wedding this past weekend. Good times had by all. A little disappointed with the absence of Jack Daniels at the reception, but still not about to complain about free flowing Crown Royal all night long. Afterwards we hit downtown, where shcokingly I saw many familiar faces. Bumped into my ex-girlfriend's younger sister from junior year, which definitely reminded me of how old I was. Later that night I saw my freshman year roommate, who by the way is still working on his undergraduate work. Going to Overtime was a good call after TTT's closed. I somehow started talking to a co-ed, who if I remember correctly was rather attractive. She was almost as tall as, if not the same height, and had a smoking hot body. I was ready for her any minute to roll her eyes at me and walk away due to amount bullshit that I was feeding her, but rather she seemed to just eat it up and hang around for more. At one point in the night I remember telling someone that I was almost out of shit to talk about, but managed to still keep her interest. Had Larson's lady friend of the evening not been quite so drunk, I believe the evening would have ended much better for the both of us, but as it turned out, my tall long-legged hottie was the sober driver for Larson's mystery woman. I did however get her number and was asked to give her a call before next weekend.

On a side note, upon arrival to my suite at the Martin Inn, I was denied entry into my own "bedroom" area of the suite. I was forced to sleep half the night in a chair in the living since Larson was on the couch., and Wha was up to some old antics in the bedroom. It's ok, I blasted them in the morning with some great beer farts.

I finally got a new computer after my old P.O.S. decided to stop working three weekends ago when I wasnt at home. It was marginally functional for about two weeks, allowing me to only perform certain functions (such as turning it on and back off). Thus I haven't blogged in a while or been able to check email at home or anything else like that. I have had several things that I wanted to blog about, and now that I have a computer that functions properly I can only remember one of the ideas. If I remember the others I blog about them as well.

-I was thinking the other day about my addiction to nicotine and wondered if I was really addicted or just dipped to pass the time. The reason I ask this question is because most people who were addicted to alcohol, smoking, or anything else typically make a conscience effort to quit and can tell anyone how long it as been since they last .... whatever. I couldn't tell you when the last time I dipped was, other than it has been several weeks, I think. One night when I was at home I wanted to put a dip in but didn't have any and was too lazy to go to the store. The next day at work I was extremely busy and didn't make it to the store to buy any then either. The next night was the same story - too tired to go to the store and didn't have any cash on me. As time passed, I realized that I never went and bought that can of delicious dip, but at the same time wasn't really craving for it either. It just seems like a strange way to break a bad habit. I still occasionly light a cigarette if I am out drinking, but typically dont smoke throughout the day either like I used too.