Monday, September 10, 2007

dammit

I spent a pretty low key weekend messing around the house, and after West Virginia finally showed up to the game Saturday at some point after halftime, it improved a little more. But, I do have to ask...why in the hell did they start the game at 11:00?? WVU and Marshall are 2 of the hardest drinking schools on football weekends that I've been to. In fact, my local university had a game this weekend and I saw ONE banner celebrating that fact. One. At a place of 20K or so students....Who cares if the team isn't a championship contender? It's still football. The beer tastes the same, win or lose. The grill still cooks wonderful meaty magic either way. I don't get it man. For the record, they may be really good...to be honest, I don't know. It's nearly impossible to get tickets and I'm not tailgating alone, unless it's on my porch. Which brings me back to Saturday. The first half of the game was a little rough and leaving me a little unsettled and I caught myself going beer for beer with commercial breaks. There are A LOT of commercials in a football game. A Lot. Later in the half, as my chili started cooking more, I started focusing on that and laundry and such as it was nearing halftime, so everything evened out. By 2:30, now working on an early evening if I didn't find something else to do besides sit and stare at the television, I decided I needed to eat and go do anything other than sit in the house. Early sleeping averted, I salvaged the rest of the day.

Anyway, the point of this post is this...I woke up early Sunday morning. By early, I mean 4:30 with the right side of my head locked up so tight I thought someone was smothering me and trying to drown me at the same time. I stumbled to the kitchen, took a claritin and was now awake. So, I watched a movie or two. I watched Sideways, the mid-life crisis/wine tour movie. It was pretty good overall. In parts, though, I didn't mind getting up to get more coffee. I like wine, but I don't love it and maybe that's part of it. And the mid-life part? I get it, man. Trust me...I get it. Meh. But, the thing that got me....if you've made it this far through the rambling, congratulations!!....the guy's a "writer" and trying to publish a book. The title? The Day After Yesterday. Asshole. I had originally thought of maybe calling mine that. Guess I won't now. Of course, the cool girl that he liked in the movie kinda made fun of it a little, so that turned me off of it too. Still, though, what are the chances of that?? Or, am I essentially that guy and that's what the movie was telling me...at 6:00 am on a Sunday?? But, I've other ideas for a title and I don't drink wine very often....

4 comments:

Mortarbored said...

"Are you chewing gum?!"

"NO! I am NOT drinking any FUCKING MERLOT!"

Ahh, I loved that movied. But I love wine, as you know.

onthevirg said...

I ended up watching Boondock Saints on Sunday. I think I ended up w/ the better end of the deal. Though there's no way in hell I'd wake up at 4:30 on a Sunday. Well, any day really.

Jen said...

Didn't care for the movie, but I bet you can come up with a better title, too. You're a witty guy with a clever vernacular, think of it as a challenge!

Ha Ha Sound said...

I saw that movie on a plane and wasn't crazy about it to be honest. But then again, airplanes aren't the best venue to see films in. Sorry that the write stole your title, though. How about Yesterday's Gone? Just kidding.

And the chili sounds really good, BTW.