Digging Up the Past

Lately I've been thinking about an old girlfriend of mine. I don't know why. Maybe it's all of Del-V's discussions of old girlfriends. The difference is, his stories are generally funny. This one isn't really. This is the girl that absolutely ripped out my heart and stomped that sucker flat. In fact, she may as well have been this guy...


I have no idea why I would want to dig up old, painful memories. I did, though. I was able to track her down through the internet. Now before you call me some sort of creepy stalker, she did the same thing to me about six years ago, so this is payback, I guess...

Well, we've been e-mailing back and forth for a couple days. She seems well. She's married, house, pets, no kids... I realized, though, how much we went in separate directions after we broke up. Not even sure we'd get along that well now.

I guess it's closure. Not really sure. Not even sure how I feel about getting back in touch with her. I was actually ready to propose to her the night she broke up with me. It pretty much left me walking around like Mikey from Swingers for months on end...

Well, I don't know how getting back in touch with her makes me feel, but I do know how this makes me feel...

Pretty damn good...

I Need to Move

I think it's really getting to be time to get the hell out of Maryland. First of all, it's getting too crowded here. It's a short distance from DC. Therefore, along with northern VA, we're getting more and more overloaded with people in politics. Also, for some reason, living in Maryland has seemed to become some sort of status symbol. Also, our taxes just got increased. Yeah, yeah, I know. It's just a 1% increase. But that's an extra 20% I have to pay to this state.

Also, I can't stand the traffic. It's bad enough when the weather is good. When it is raining, people in Maryland suddenly forget how to drive. God forbid it actually snows... And that's another thing. I hate snow. I don't just dislike it, I HATE it. Shoveling it, driving in it, whatever... I could go on and on, but I don't want to bore you.

Anyway, I think I have it nailed down to two places: San Diego or Tucson. What do these places have? Sun. Lots of it. Nice weather, especially San Diego. What do they not have? Snow. Also, the traffic in Tucson can't be nearly as bad as it is here. I think I'd prefer San Diego, because I've always wanted to learn how to surf. I think Tucson would be the better bet, though. My wife is a nurse, and she has always wanted to be a flight nurse. Because of the large amount of open spaces in Arizona, there is a big need for flight nurses. Plus, I think it would be really cool to learn how to fly the helicopters.

Regardless, due to family constraints, I don't think we'll be moving until the kids go to college.

One more thing: Del-V & Rev. Jim, this is for you...

Ahh, to be Rich and Famous

I was bored yesterday at work. Really bored. Our server was down. E-mail was out, and I was only able to effectively do about half of my normal tasks. Also, the boss was freaking out and not really paying attention to his normal habits of passing inane shit over to me to do.

In an attempt to alleviate my boredom, I started looking on Rolling Stone's Daily News section. Someone had published Van Halen's tour rider from this last tour online and RS had a link to it (click here to see it). I remember hearing the stories of their tour demands back in the day, mostly the demand for 1,000 green M&M's. This totally tops it. Some of the stuff makes sense, but it's still weird to see. Like this:



When have you ever heard of a study room needed for a rock band? I realize Little Wolfie is only 16, but it's still funny. However, not nearly as fun as this:

Not only does Diamond Dave need to be as far away from the rest of his bandmates as possible, he needs to practice his Karate before the show. Apparently he needs to get limber for all those high kicks during the show.

Also, it's an absolute fucking miracle none of these guys have had a heart attack yet. Not because of all the drugs they have done and are probably still doing, but all of the Red Bull they drink. These guys order more than any human being should even dream about ingesting. Of course, if they are drinking it all, I don't see a lot of dreaming going on...