The drop step

Oh the fantastic thing known as winter sports. It's probably the most busy season of the year for me at work. It really hit me at the beginning of this week when I finally gazed at a schedule. Ugh. It's going to be a long, long, long winter at work. If judging by past few seasons is any indication, I'll be doing a whole hell of a lot of work. This will lead to a good deal of stress and make me want to break something by early February.

Luckily in February I should have an epic weekend in Vegas for a buddy's bachelor party. Luke and Vegas are dangerous things. I get into Nevada and turn into a different person. I don't know what it is, but Vegas brings out the inner beast. This bachelor party should amp that up a little. This means I could die, end up in jail or gain employment with the Mexicans flipping the naked girl cards up and down the strip. Plus this will be my first trip back to Vegas since they closed my beloved Klondike Casino. For reference it's the one in Vegas Vacation where Cousin Eddy and Clark go to play "Pick a number between 1 and 10." They didn't actually play those games there but they did have $1 blackjack, 10 cent roullette, $2 prime rib and waitresses that would bring you another beer as soon as the last drop from the previous one hit your lips.

Needless to say, I was thrown out of the Klondike not once but twice on my last visit. I also had a hooker steal my chips and may have shared a beer with the herpes faced monster. Like I said, Luke and Vegas don't go together so well.

Work has been weird the last couple of weeks and frankly I'm set for a break. A lot of things have contributed to it, but thinking about it frustrates me and I'm pretty much over being frustrated. I have a vacation planned for the end of the week. I'm heading back out to San Diego on Friday. It's a ticket I booked like six months ago and couldn't change or cancel. Not a big deal to me. I am going to hopefully talk to a few places of employment I've seeked out. Plus I'll probably rock out at least twice, play golf and see a couple of good buddies.

That's one thing I really miss is my good buddies. It seems like I don't have that many in Colorado now and that everyone is so spread out. I have one good buddy still in Colorado, but that's a long story. Needless to say we don't talk much anymore and I'm not sure why.

It's been pretty low key in the SBT for the big Luke Bowskie. I get my skis Sunday. Monday I'll get some new boots and be ready for Tuesday. Trying to get a group together to rock out on Wednesday night in Denver but we'll see how that goes. Could get interesting. Real interesting.

The weekend was pretty laid back in terms of utter rocking. The week was fairly stressful for a plethora of reasons.

Either way I've got the holiday party tomorrow which will be OK I guess. I've got a ton of shit to take care of before I leave so it I'll continue to get busy.

Sports:
The Bills play in Toronto Sunday and it's a reality slap in the face. When the current owner dies, it's probable the Bills will move to Toronto or somewhere else. Good old Jim Kelly is trying to put together a group to buy the Bills. I'm not even going to say what I'll do if the Bills move. I thought about it the other day for a while and came to the conclusion that would be it for me and the NFL. Maybe even sports. I don't even want to think about it.

HEF Of the Week
Friday was a doozy. Alarm goes off, I get up stub the shit out of my toe, wheel around in pain, nearly fall over before catching myself with my face on my closet door. So I grab my work computer start to head upstairs when I trip on my roommates shoes. The computer goes flying through the air. It was NFL Films replay style slow motion. Unfortunatley the soundtrack in my head wasn't as good. Anyway the computer is spinning around like a freaking boomerang before crashing on the tile. I sit there for a second pick it up and the back left side is bashed in. After some slight modifications to get it to charge it's fine. At least for now. Unfortunatley it doesn't close real well and I can see inside it. This will be a fun one to explain when it starts on fire all abrupt and shit.

Until next time. When it rains it pours. But after it pours it always shines (i'm a fucking poet baby).
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