Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Drunk talk

Let's do some drunk talk: I like it.
Yes, I did just come back from Thirstys. And yes, it's late. But I made friends tonight. And that's a good thing.
Tonight, I had a purpose. Let's start from the begining....
A long time ago, I didn't like me. I didn't like who I was, didn't like who I was going to be, didn't like who I had been for the past 10 years. And I almost did something stupid. But I asked... I asked why I was here. And I got an answer...
I was told I was here to listen. I was here to be "that guy". I was here to make sure my friends were ok. And I am good at it. I am here to listen to everyone else's problems, make sense of it, and give advise. That's my purpose. I will never deny that. And I LOVE being that guy. I love that people can trust me with that shit and know that what is told to me, is told to ME, and no one else. That makes me feel good.
Tonight, I was listening to a couple of conversations, sitting by myself, and it was funny. First of all, I was sitting outside smoking a cigarette, and heard 3 different conversations about a fight some folks had been in. Not normal. Promise it isn't. Really almost decided to just head to the house (in Texas) and give up on some Colorado folks. But one person came to me and started talking to me about some stuff and it was ok. Told me about her past, her "lesbianism", her religious past, and her disappoinment in people. Called me her "favorite bean", which was racist as shit, but I got over it. Which lead to me meeting another couple. Dude was 22 and the chick was 28, just divorced with 2 kids. Which means she was looking for something he was obviously not. Understandable.
But my purpose.... my purpose was to be here. My purpose was to make sure that people were happy. So I did that. I talked the situation out with both of them. And I did my job. Which makes me feel happy.
I am here to do that. And I know that. No matter where I am, my job is to make sure you're happy. To be that guy. And I am so happy to be "that guy". Because it means that when people talk to me, they know that I am here to listen. I am here to make sure that what you say has meaning. So when ever you have an issue, whenever you don't know what to do, whenever you don't know how to deal, I am here. God told me so. Don't doubt that. I don't.
All in all, folks, my door is open. Don't you EVER doubt that. I can be 642 miles away (DFW to DIA), but I am ALWAYS that guy. Holla.

Until next time...

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Holy delay!

Yea, it's been a couple of weeks. Sue me.
It's been busy here at work. Night time has been spent at dinner and then the gym. So, that's a good thing, I guess. Trying to get down to my "ideal" weight, at least. I only have about 5 lbs to go, which is awesome. But you know me... still won't be happy so I'll have to do something else.
Natalie is gone for the next 2 weeks to Germany. So I have the entire apt to myself until she returns. Not really a good thing, but kinda cool. Get to walk around in my underwear and lay in the middle of the floor and pass gas. All at the same time, if I wanted. AND I get to eat Del Taco instead of sitting down and having a full dinner. That's fat....
Been spending a lot of time at Thirsty's. It's a bad ass place. The bartender knows my name... uh oh. Which means I tip her way too much now. She's a cool chick who sings. And sings WELL! Surprised the crap out of me. She went up and did Red Hot Chili Peppers. What?? Already! Killed it. Gave her a drunken high five at the end of the night. That's how much game I got.
Saw on the news the other day, here in Denver, about a lady who ran off the road because she thought she was being chased by vampires....


And the Denver news team did her REAL sorry. The little box up next to the anchor had a picture of the Count Chocula. Ha. That's just wrong. Crazy bitch.
Also, last week, saw a dude on a croch-rocket, all geared up... with a fanny pack. No, dude. No. That's not how that works. You can't be a G and carry your wallet and change in a pouch on your side. These niggas is wild.
Speaking of wild, I was at Thirstys the other night and was sitting, minding my own business, when this dude walks in that looked like he watched too much Saved By the Bell and just stuck with the Zack Morris hair. Still. This fool had to be at least 45 and HIGH! So high, that he had trouble sitting in the stool. Sat and didn't know what he wanted to order.
"Can I get you something?"
"No, I'm good. Thanks."
Nigga, then why the hell your bring your high ass to the bar??
So the bartender brings him a rum and coke, after way too many questions and some retarded story about his dad and whiskey. I wasn't paying too close attention because I was afraid he was going to start talking to me. Those fools scare me.
"That'll be four dollars."
After fumbling with his wallet for 3 minutes, he hands it to her and says, "I'm just tired. Could you take it out for me?"
(First of all, that's what she said.) When she pulled out a five and brought him back his change, she tries to be nice and makes small talk.
"So you're tired, huh?"
"What's that?"
"Why are you tired?"
"Oh, I'm not tired. I'm actually really alert."
Huh? Fool, you just called your backwoods ass out for being high. The bartender finally got tired (ha) of it and walked away to the other side of the bar, leaving me there with Weirdo McGee. He asked me if that was my girlfriend. I told him no and ran away.
The other night, Nat and I went to Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner. Awesome. They were showing the Ranger game - hell yes. As we're there, though, I look over at the bar and there is a dude eating his wings by dipping his finger in the ranch and spreading it on the wing.
That's just weird to me. Dip that motherfucker, dude! Come on. Dippy Diperson.
This next week will be a pretty big one. Natalie is gone so work is JUST me. And HOPING for some really big, really good news for B. AND having the luau at Mac's on Saturday. AND have to get fitted for Marco's wedding this weekend. Crazy, that fool is getting MARRIED in about 3 weeks. AND I have to go the Thristys. Just kidding.
No I'm not.
Well... today is the anniversary of the death of our good friend Brittany Bridge. Eleven years ago today, she went home to God. I've known Brittany since fourth grade. She was part of the GT thing with me. And we miss her, dearly. She was the most awesome person. So, let's do a virtual-blog-toast to our friend.

Until next time...