Corporate Hippy

this has been one wacky trip i’ve found myself on .. from the hillbillie van to the irish bagpipers, this one is a trip to document ..

last night at dinner, in a town i’ve never been to, the waitress thought she remembered me as a returning customer .. when i said i’d never been there before, she said “hmm .. well i musta seen you at the gas station then” …

chew on that

so then today i had a pancake the size of my head for breakfast in a local martinsville diner … my pancake had a hint of onion flavor .. hmm ..

then, in my uber mellow state, i got a knock on the door .. startled me out of my zone i found while watching britney try her hand at acting .. so, its me and the ultra-nerds on the road in our crown vic heading out for dinner in a place we don’t know .. i’m stoned out of my gourd (but they have no clue) and we’re headin for down-town indy .. after what seemed like hours, we ended up paying $10 to park in a garage becuase its a game night … so we circle 5 stories in this garage until we finally find a spot, and then walk for 10 minutes to BW3, but Ken decided when we got there that he didn’t want that, so we went another 3 blocks to Alcatraz brewing co… but there was a (very short) line, and the boys are twitchy geeks, so we moved on to the palomino .. but it was ultra fancy and expensive, so we crossed the street again and down another block to the RAM brewing company .. they almost weren’t satisfied with this because we had to wait for hostess service because she was clearing the disaster from the pre-game dinner rush … but they conceided and we waited …

……and then the bag pipes came …….

at first, it was sorta cool, kinda novel, and sweet .. a neat memory from a rough work week .. they’d come, play a song or two and move on to the next bar … right?

…….so very wrong …….

8 songs (including amazing grace x 2 )and 2 cadences later, they were on their way ..

and then the appetizers came….
franks red hot buffalo chicken tenders
and here i learned a valuable lesson –

the following combination can be harmful to good intentions:
3 hours sleep
60 min sweat feast
mmmmmmmmaryjane
g.o.o.d. .b.a.r. .f.o.o.d

ultimately, i did better than i would have in the past .. i haven’t added it all up yet to see where i stand, but i am a bit proud

2 buffalo chicken tenders
1/2 turkey burger with cheese
1/2 order fries

…..and as they say in the world that is my head …. g’night yo

life hippy

i’m so tired right now, i can’t close my mouth to breathe ..

its that mmmm mmmm kinda tired .. where i’m physically and mentally exhasted .. like when i finally let my head hit the pillow later tonight, i’ll be in my own paradise ..

i was up at 3:30 am today .. i’d not gone to bed until sometime around midnight because i became obsessed with web design .. and i had to be out of my hotel room at 4am ..

i’ve seen 4am far too many times in 2004 .. and i don’t mean the good i-just-got-home-from-a-crazy-night-of-partying kind of 4am .. i mean the i-just-gotta-get-up-and-go-save-the-corporate-world kind of 4am ..

anyhoo .. all went well in the playground we call life, and after 12 hours in florescent lighting, it was time to hit the road and head back to our temporary home for the night ..

so we decided to chill for a bit before dinner, and i hit the pipe and hit the rollers and dripped sweat on someone else’s carpet while watching the movie that gave my dog his name..

60 minutes and 11.71 miles later, i’m relaxed and refreshed .. mmmmmm

life hippy

Nick has trumped me on the blog maintenance lately .. but in my defense, I’ve been working on another project, which is basically in a publishable state now, so I can get back to my personal site … Check back, you might see some updates ..

life hippy

life hippy