I have come to realize that most of the reason of why I choose my current living situation is the fact that it is the closest I can feel to nature. I don't think I can live in a place in which I can't hear birds chirp or see a little furry bunny every once in a while. Soon this is all going to change, for better or worse the vibes I have been getting have not positive. I had a scare last week with my great aunt in which we though she was going to be close to leaving this mortal coil. Thankfully that was not the case. Half the reason why I stay around here is family and if that changes then the percentages will change and a move will become more attractive.

On another note I found out today that the tournament director was let go after an investigation and hearing. It all originates back to our WPT style tournament we had in February. Apparently nothing good has come out of that event. My big boss and most of the reason why I choose to stay at my job was him was fired for taking the revenue from 3 of the events. Then apparently The tournament director, a hostess and another floor were snapping pictures of themselves in compromising positions during the tournament and its events and posted them online. Not only that but The director ended up sleeping with one of the players, someone that you see on TV regularly. The consequence was not only losing her job, but her potential marriage. Her fiancee found out and called off the wedding. What degenerates I work with and more reason to get out of that place as soon as I can!! Yikes!

I felt it last night before I tried to get to bed after checking out Tom Jones. ((e:jenks)) wrote a very emotionally filled post about the utter disappointment with the male gender in this metro area. To be perfectly honest I can not blame her at all. I have lived here all my life and seen guys do some pretty screwed up stuff. Not that they don't do it anywhere else, (my Ex's Father gave her a lifetime of therapy) but around here it does seem that us males do contemplate our actions on a sub-base level of consciousness. Lord knows I have fallen down there in the bowels of something that can be described as a masculine mental deficiency.

Then I go to work and find a mess awaiting me. Larry, the nicest guy you will ever meet was out $800. He was beside himself and at the last time we checked surveillance was still looking for it. The poor guy he has a newborn at home, he needs this job. While if it ever came to the ultimate frustration I could just say, "See Ya." Even if they fired me as long as I could pay c.o.b.r.a and get an OK for a reference I would be alright.

I am not rich, but I'm not poor either. I could survive working a crap job in this town until I got my act straighten out or went back to school. Heck, taking a couple summer months off right now would actually be fun.

An interesting weekend to in the sense that I ended up hanging out with my friend Tom and just crawled along Allen St. Running into a bunch of people that I haven't seen in a while is always a good time. The strangest part of the night was witnessing two people that I have know in the past stand side by side and back to back to each other for about an hour and a half. It was pretty much surreal and my friend Tom got a big kick out of it. Due to the fact that A* is our common friend Pat's arch enemy, or as he refers to her as the "Anti-Pat." Ironically his room ate Gabriel showed up later graced us with her presence.


Saturday I ended up going to out to the Olympic Family Restaurant on Sheridan and Military. What goes on in the heads of Ken-Ton men is beyond me. I once knew a guy from Kenmore and we always would go to this place after a night out and such. He was sort of a stereotypical Kenmore guy, he got me into the Notorious B.I.G and drove around in a pimped out Honda, went to Canisus High School, but he was a descent guy. Eric never was an asshole to anyone. In fact he would always get the worst of it. If I told you about his ex-wife you would understand.

Then there are guys like this in the Ken-Ton Area going into this place drunk at 2am.
The low point was this drunk guy trying to pick up a waitress there and the reply she gave back was just messed up. It was basically this:

Guy: Wanna go out sometime
Wait: You're joking right?
Guy: No, I really want you, here is my #
Wait: Do you know how old I am? I'm an old lady!
Guy: I don't care you have a nice ass
Wait: I'm 30 and have 2 kids
Guy: All I want to do is Fuck!
Wait: How old are you?
Guy: 22
Wait: Well Ok, I'll hold on to you # and think about it. Have a nice night!

I hate to stereotype but he had on South Pole gear, a few gold chains and a white baseball cap. Needless to say the whole restaurant stopped and just honed in and listen to all of this go down. I love guys that know how to respectfully talk to a woman!

What is going on over the last week or so? I have seen and been witness to some remarkable women being dumped by their guys! I can see dumping someone that is a bad person but these women are hot and intelligent. That is a combo that you don't come across too often. Well you can always say that sometimes men feel intimidated by intelligence, but come on now!

I did read a interesting quote on someone's myspace page, "For every attractive woman you see someone got sick of her!"

Scary thought

Just my question is: What kind of women are these guys going to replace their ex-girlfriends with?

I feel really bad that the only time I ever make an appearance at Mohawk Place is when there is a Transmission Dance Party. Here is the pretty descent place that features good local music and solid recording artists and I never go to enjoy that aspect of the place. I go to hang with underage kids dancing to music that first came out when they were probably in elementary school! Well at least I can take comfort in that thought. Usually the theme of a Smiths v. Cure or Depeche Mode v. New Order features songs that were recorded when most of the attendees were not born yet.

The way I look at it at least I get to go and look at the black and white signed photo of The White Stripes over the archway midway down the bar. It's always fun to show my friends that Jack White III and Meg White autograph and say "They played here!!! OMG!!!" Then again where am I going to find PBR for $2?

OK weekend slumber over, back to reality and the effort to change it.