I will begin by quoting the main source of my newly posted piece of art, "What's up? Too busy hanging drapes and shopping at B,B,and B to write it out? I know your life isn't boring so don't play the nothings going on card. I was thinking how interesting it is to have a friend that spends his time partying in limos, chilling in VIP and luxuriating in his bachelor pad. Just hope the high life doesn't change you." And now I will address the previous statement...
Okay, I surely don't party in limos enough to really to claim it on my taxes, but there have been some moments inside a limo that I only talk about if you have a valid security clearance and the "need to know!" I have to thank Nigel for making moments such as those possible! Without him, many of my friends wouldn't have that look of disbelief when I debrief them on my weekend activities! Thanks again buddy! VIP access, also another thanks to Nigel-even if we kicked out because the girls are getting too crazy! The bachelor pad, could be dubbed as a double-edged sword. I mean, it's great to live alone in a 3 bedroom townhome. No rules to follow. I can decorate, paint, tear up, and leave every light on in the house as I please. My garage doubles as my overstock and mechanic facility. Nobody drains my liquor cabinet when I am out of town and after a hard day at work I know exactly what I am looking at drinking-never a folly there! I can fill my refrigerator up with $400 in food from Costco and not worry about my roomies eating the steak I've been marinating for the last few days or drinking my last beer. If I want to shower in one bathroom versus another, I can. Nobody ever asks me, "did so-and-so call me when I was gone?" I don't wait to throw my clothes in the washer. And if I want to plug in my Xbox to the Plasma, crack open a Charlie Lima (Coors Light to the uninitiated), and nerd out all night-I CAN! Best part is my friends are always welcome to come over and enjoy the same carefree living I do. And sometimes they do. I bet your thinking, "how is this a double-edged sword?" I'll tell ya. I would have to say that most of the friends I have are either married or have serious girlfriends, or they live outside of town so we won't count them. Unfortunately, some of them find themselves in a position to have to ask for permission to come over. Which is fine, I understand being in a relationship, it's like teamwork-and there is no I in teamwork. However, most of the women, if they allow their men to come over and kick it, either have a really good idea of what we will be up to or don't know and they leave it up to their imaginations. Either way, this is not a good thing, in their eyes. This leads to many of my friends backing out of enjoying the carefree lifestyle my pad offers! Don't get me wrong, my friends do come over but often inbetween refills of Charlie Lima their cell phones are beeping uncontrollably or their pocket sounds like the local pop radio station. It is sad when I recognize when someone's wife is text messaging them versus calling them. What's worse is when I pop my head around the corner to confirm their beverage request to find them out on my patio on the phone with their woman. I won't even comment on the conversations they are having, I really don't want to know. The best part about being young and living alone is I keep the hours I want. Staying up late isn't an issue other than staying within the energy tolerances my body imposes. Friday night at 11:30PM-nights just beginning but for some, "it's getting late, I should probably get going..." Disappointing nonetheless. The best is when I hear my friends on the phone talking with their significant others and I hear across the receiver, "Joe, you're hanging out with JOE?!" It appears that I have become a stumbling block for many women and their control over their men! Soon, enough I find myself telling the guys not to mention that they will be hanging out with me that night! And of course, I always remind the guys to withdraw money from a local ATM-NOT the ATM IN the strip club! And as far as being changed?! I find it hard to believe I can be changed, I'm living the dream as far as I can tell-just trying to remind those attached guys what it is like to live on the dark side!
Now as far as shopping at Bed, Bath and Beyond (Home Depot too, as I had the time)....well, that I guess is just a side effect of owning your home! But I do notice the looks I get when I walk up to the register with a matching set of towels, shower curtain, and a bath mat. What?! I like to match just like the next guy! I cannot tell if the, usually female, cashier is thinking I am gay or if my woman sent me out on a honey-do expedition. At least, if one of my buddies gets too wasted out on the town, he has a warm bed to sleep in and his own shower in a well put together bathroom-anything I can do to ease the pain of a hangover and the soon-to-be-delivered MAJOR BUTT-CHEWING! But usually they sleep either on the couch or the floor! Their choice! Plenty of Advil in the cupboard in the spare bathroom though. And yes, I have lately been consuming my time hanging drapes. It was pointed out by a female source that my place was looking fairly nice but the blankets tacked over my windows did nothing but scream, "BACHELOR PAD!" Well, it is a bachelor pad. But sooner than later, it began to sink and I decided to do something about it. However, I have about 12 feet of windows facing West out of my bedroom. In the summer, that side of my house just cooks, including my bedroom. In hasty judgement, I nailed up some blankets in an effort to lower the temperatures during this last summer. It worked, but the A/C unit I bought, as I was pushed by the ex-girlfriend (don't ask, I don't even wanna talk about it!), did a much better job. Since I am dragging my feet getting back to work, I figured why not do a little upgrading? I was able to find a drapery rod long enough-not an easy task let me tell you. But don't believe the packaging labels when they say the drapes are XX inches long....I picked out some drapes that would just about cover my windows with some extra length in tow. NOPE! Not long enough. And not to mention they hardly are up to the task of blocking out light. After two hours of trying to make it work, I caved into the fact that I am going to have to make custom drapes. That means sewing, which I don't know how to do....but I have access to my mother's sewing maching. Time to learn. Just like I learned how to paint Denim by Ralph Lauren in my bedroom. I guess ripping up the carpet and installing laminate flooring will have to wait a few more months! Maybe this week I will finally rig the rest of my rooms with remote lighting and fans. Just been lazy I guess, I mean after employing the God Remote in my living room-all else faded away. Who doesn't like being able to operate the TV, Tivo Box, Receiver, DVD player, iPod, and lights all in one remote?! A guys dream!
My night life has been hit and miss. Transportation issues have arose and are now driving me to finish putting my Cobra Mustang back together-just in time for the crumby NW winter weather! Traded phone numbers on a few occassions but nothing substantial to say the least...oh well, I'm picky what can I say?!
To those that actually do read this and don't know me-I have no clue what you will think of this blog. But hey, to those that do-you get me! And I appreciate you all! And yes, I am still that," ...enjoys the cheap hotel room, fly by the seat of your pants, always down for lunch Joe." I mean c'mon, the best part about being me is that the only one pushing me to be somebody different is ME! So, I guess I am okay with it!
