Uncle Bri Bri is coming to town!

So Uncle Bri Bri was in town from Seattle. Brian, AKA, Kirk, Bli, Blian, was one of the three Brians I lived with at Cal Poly. We called him Kirk (his last name)... Brian's Jones and Mayerle were respectively Jonesy and Brian, hence a three syllable last name won out for use of the name Brian. Brian and I have been friends for 22 years now. We were second floor residents of Fremont Hall our first year at Cal Poly. We pretty much lived together throughout school. You can actually see some dorm pics of Bri and I in the slide show in the right hand blog column. I also hooked Brian up with two roommates post Cal Poly, Derek, AKA Dman, and an Ex Girlfriend, Jen for a short stint. Derek and Bri lived together 6 years and I was beginning to think they may have been gay or something, not that there is anything wrong with that but they were almost common law married... Anywayz I went to the Kirk abode to pic Brian up before our outing in the Mountain View downtown. Check out this beautiful surprise low angle shot of Bli!! So to start off the night we drove to a friend of Bri's house, and it was there Bri pulled out his Wii. I was quite impressed to see it on the big screen. Wii is quite possibly the most awesome video game ever!! I am not a gamer by any means and we bowled like The Dude himself... Mark it an 8 dude. Brian bowls a bit like a pederass but hey, that is ok...
We then went to the fabulous MollyMcGee's in Mountain View on Castro street. The other Castro. I have not been out in this Silicon Valley (5 guys to 1 girl ratio) in a while, but it really puts the "guys night" in guys night out... I have kind of stopped going out except where good friends are involved, so I must say dancing around with Bri and his buds, and talking about all the girls we could woo, one if there were girls, two if he were not taken, and three if I was not on a self imposed girl probation, made for most of the entertainment. There was some unexpected excitement when I feigned touching the Disco ball and the DJ decided to yell at me over the PA.

Most of the excitement for the night happened back in the front room while most of the crew, besides me, engaged in some sort of MMA (mixed martial arts) and told some old war stories. This went on until about 4 am then Bri and I got the couches. I put on some ridiculous 3d specs and Bri acted like he was texting his girl Jess... Actually, he really was texting her some goodnight sweet nuthins and stuffages... how sweet.

The next day we got out of their by 11 I believe, after the roommate we probably kept up between 2 and 4 am decided to get us back with 20 minutes of loud car engine revving NASCAR style right outside the window. Needless to say Bli and I made it back to his Childhood home where we hugged (in a manly car seat leaning kind of way) and said later dude.

I took advantage of the trip to the South Bay to eat at Peninsula Creamery in Palo Alto, Yummy! They make everything from scratch there, including my Corned Beef Hash, Yummier! You will pay a little more here for food, but there is an old world meets foodie vibe here. They don't serve the dog food-esque canned hash here, it is really carved corned beef. Anyway they missed my order so Bfast was comped even!! Yummiest!
The only thing that could have made this whole less than 24 hr excursion better is if our Lil Dman could have made it! More pics of the trip can be found in the slide show at the end...

Somewhere fair to middling

She said, “I’m cold, roll up the window please!” Mike, can you roll down the window? We still say ROLL do we not, even though 99% of the population has power windows? I know that I am the only person that I know that still has windows that you haveta manually grab a handle and turn baby turn. The reason being contained in another story all together. Anyway, this Roll up the window saying makes me wonder if kids will at some point forget why we say roll up the window. I am guessing the generation du jour, is it generation Y or Z or ZZ, has probably gone their whole lives without ever seeing a manual window roller handle thingy. Dealers call them Power windows, but does anyone say Power down the window? So back to my point, if there ever was one, if you observe old sayings, “fair to middling, or the whole 9 yards” you will notice that the origins are sometimes unsure. You may also notice that changes in technology are the reason the origins of these sayings may be in question, yet the sayings live on. I think I will place roll up the window on Wiki so future generations will know where it came from.

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Current location: My wonderful Couch, aka Sectional

Last night as I sat there doing this kind of stuff, facebooking, reading info on adult dyslexia, etc. I noticed the rain continued to fall in the ever so silent garden-backyard and quad area beyond. OK I am not sure what a quad is but if they are good enough to go streakin' in, then I can have one nearby. BTW, that quote by Will is my second favorite from the movie, not the part everyone says, but this part, "Sorry, we're goin'... We're Going streaking up through the quad and into the gymnasium! Come on everybody, come on! Snoop, Snoop-a-loop! No, it's cool, it's cool, I'm cool. Bring... Bring your green hat. Let's go, come on everybody we're goin". I love how he uses Gymnasium and not Gym and tells Snoop to bring the green hat.
So anyway the rain, back to the rain. I decided to crack the window open, grab my comforter, and sleep on my wonderful Sphere Designs Sectional (which you too could own) and listen to the rain until I fell asleep, and in this case when I woke up as well. It was wonderful and I highly recommend it sometime so you can break free of your normal routine.

Current location: Emailz

You know with all the new spam filters out there I forgot what it was like to get those emails EnL8arge My M3mber, #1 P 6E N I S G 1ROUTH P 6ILLS, P A 7 T C H, or the ever special P 7 E N I S / E X T 1 ENDER, although that is not my bag baby, it's not my bag. So anyway a spam email happen to make it through to my inbox from none other then a contact named Colon Cleanse (maybe since Colon Powell and I are tight my filter let it slide) with the subject line, Clean your Body of Toxins. Hmm, yes I am 40 now and I don't (thank God) need any of the aforementioned products, however cleansing my body of toxins sounded quite appealing. I mean heck, if at 40 you are not happy with the size of your P 6E N I S, will you ever be? And hopefully you know it is better to go for the optical inch with some manscaping, than to waste that retirement $ on the snake oil of the 21st century. Anyway, back to the Cleanse thing, (I will leave the word Colon out from now on it gives me the heebs) I am starting to think a cleanse may be a good idea. I have done a few 10day detox deals with pills and water and no booze, but I am thinking I need to go a little more hard core. David Spade joked about finding a 10 year old Doritos in his first calonic session, and everyone that has gone to a clinic somehow meets that one person, who knows the person, who found a Barbie doll foot during their, umm archeological expedition, I mean cleanse, or whatever. Joe B says the Barbie doll story is told by every person who gets cleansed, so I dunno but if you can get rid of/ clear out that mystery meat you ate at Seoul Korea Olympics and/or some Fruitcake from Aunt June in 1972, I am all for it.

Current location: Old Roomie Sunday...

So I am not sure what got into me or did not get into me on Sunday, but with the gloomy weather I felt like taking a drive. I have also been thinking about moving so I figured I would take back a room dehumidifier to Allison & Jaime. They loaned it 2+ years ago when I lived in the mold palace. You would not believe how much water that thing would suck out of the air. Anyway I just happen to catch them in time to share dinner and take their kids to the Christmas tree lane in RWC. This was a blast. Mary Courtney (almost 3) loved it. I will probably hold a memory of her walking in front of me holding her daddy's hand with one hand, and a flashlight waving in the other, forever. The flashlight was key to her experience. I included two pics in my most recent Album. Allison and I became roommates right before the dot com bomb, and I was so fortunate to find her as a roomie since her place allowed pets, aka my Beloved Bernie.
My Next stop was to see Mike Stacy, roommate extraordinaire . Mike and I had matching OCD's and were both party guys, so we made great roommates. One exception I had just started drinking that year at 28, and he was a PRO. Mike still to this day is responsible for 4 out of the 5 times I have been sick from Alcohol. I gave Mike a bottle opener to add to his collection and we watched Spiderman 3 in is home theater. I have never seen a home theater this nice. The house is 3500 sq ft so you get the picture. I also got to meet his youngest boy and see Mike change a diaper... boy how times have changed. So here is a pic with Mike in it at my Bday in 2001 he is Blond guy in back on the left, just so happens Jaime and Allison are across from him. Two of my best friends I had just shaved their heads on a drunken night and numerous other friends and roommates.
Yay, found another pic of Mike and I in Bangkok 2001!