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The Pink Panther Boat Ride
It was fun. I'll admit, I had a nice time. I will say that the song variety was bit limited, and it was too dark to get read phone numbers on the boat. Nonetheless, it was cool.
Highlight of the night: I'll never know it this was staged or not until I go back to work on Wednesday. But, I was moonlighting after several different drinks (I was near broke by the time the ride ended), just dancing to whatever song was playing. All of a sudden, this one song was playing, and beat was raised a bit. I moved around a bit, to keep up. I was just about to sit and relax...
When the oldtimer jumped pon mi back!
Talk about a shock to the system!
She went crazy, and stoopid me decided to go along with it. Several seconds later, I slipped on a plastic cup, and fell on my ass, old-timer in hand. While she was a little tipsy, I feel I got the worse of the wear, as my $200 Moshood white linen suit looked dingy. I went outside after the massacre, to realize it was only the darkness inside the boat that made it look that way. To say that I was relieved was an understatement. Yet in regaining my senses, despite the fact that everyone else seemed not to mind what happened, I felt embarrased. It was my first boat ride, and I didn't want to leave there looking like a fool. And somehow, that one incident will follow me to work for the rest of this week.
Oh well. I can't win every battle, right?!
I did learn several things after this boat ride. First, expect anything, not something, from a boat ride. I find that when I go places and prepare in advance, I end up disappointed when it doesn't meet up to expectations. I feel let down, and then eventually feel as though I did something wrong.
Second, I must have my own fun at boat rides. Hey, the co-workers were fun to hang around with, but next time, I dipping into the river, so to speak, and checking out my other options.
Third, and most importantly, no more fucking party favors. Jen, from the previous post, attended the ride, and for the most part, acted like I was a fuckin' stranger. I can understand that you are embarrased cuz your ass was fired for screwin' up, but that's why I don't bring things that nature up. It's a matter of principle. You come to have fun, so let's have fun, and should you decide to clue us in, than that's your perogative. But she snuck past us from the start, and slipped away to the night at the end. And during the ride, she acted as though I (especially I) didn't exist. You'd think, I hooked her up with her Ruben Studdard & Kevin Lyttle & Wayne Wonder & what not, she knows that I care about her enough to not say nothing, and since this will be the last time I saw her, we'd have one dance before she disappeared again. It may have lasted the whole of 20 seconds, but I better thank God for those 20 seconds, cuz that's all I got.
Well, all I can say is, hope she moves on to bigger and better pastures.
Pictures will be here later today...
Seven Months of iPod Bliss
Well, counting the previous year with my 10GB 2nd generation iPod, it actually has been 2 years. But in any event, I've never have been so satisfied with a music player that with this iPod. It might be a pain in the ass when I must explain what it is and how it works to all I know from friends to management, but I am the envy of all my peers when I blast my tunes with the iTalk as a speaker in my teller station. Sure, I get haterz that'll tell me to turn it off, but moments later, when I play "their" music, they won't tell me anything. I love that about my iPod. I can do that, then moments later, play real muzak like
Til I'm Laid To Rest
Buju Banton
'til Shiloh
or
Teach The Youths
Barrington Levy
Too Experienced
or
Rocket Love
Stevie Wonder
At The Close of A Century
Right now, 3 people are placing an order for the 3CD set from Earth Wind & Fire, the same CD set that my brother messed up in his anger years ago. I haven't had the heart to tell its original owner (mi mums) that it messed up. So, I now must cough up $35 to replace it.
Grr...
