Marching to the Madness

Bam.

Brackets aren't looking great and it looks like I'll lose the college bet again. I lost a couple years ago and at some point have to make a thong run down a crowded street. This year the bet is either you can wear a thong visible one night at the bar. It has to be visible the whole time. Or it's online dating and you have to date the biggest psycho.
These bets usually only include Kev, Book dog and myself. Kev, one year, had to take natural male enhancements for a month. That was funny.

It's interesting and always leads to some funny stuff. It would work well if I lost and did the thong run to the bar where I wouldn't have to change.

Interesting times here in Steamboat. St. Patty's got the best of young Luke. I got rip roaring messed up. It happened because most my family in Buffalo kept calling and singing Irish drinking songs. The final thing was my grandma in the hospital talking about trying to sneak out. I said to just have people bring over some Jameson's and coffee, to which my aunt got on the phone and said, "A lot already have tried." Therefore, I simply rocked. Did Jill's house for a party, the the Tap House for some dancing.
Went to bed around 3 a.m., made a 9 a.m. meeting (not good seeing as how I still may have been drunk. Who am I kidding, I was). Then struggled horribly through the day.

Not a ton else really new. While I still have an itch to leave Steamboat, I'm doing fine in my current situation. Not sure what it is (constant exercise, recently reading some phenomenal books or whatever) but I've got as good a handling on things as I have in a long time. Perhaps it was just part of the process of understanding a little bit more about myself and understanding what I want to do.
Which reminds me, I found this the other day. Pretty interesting. The results can be harsh, but there are some things of relevance.

Getting excited for summer. I'm not sure what this summer holds, but I'm hoping for a summer similar to last year's where I had a really good time. The only thing is this summer I'd like to play a lot more golf. In fact I'm thinking of trying ot play on Monday in Craig.

I've enjoyed the tournament so far, even though we haven't had a ton of upsets or games that have gone down to the end. I think the Sweet 16 is setting up for some great games. At least that's something I'm really, really hoping for.

Heard back from one job the other day. Well I didn't hear from the job, but I've got people on the inside. They had 250 applicants and I've made the top 30. Unfortunately it's not looking all that promising as I was told they have some dynamite candidates. They really like my writing, but I'm grossly underqualified. So we should have news on that by the beginning of April.

One of my new ideas was to sell my car, pay off my debt and move somewhere sweet for a while. I threw this at my mom and you would have thought someone groped her. She wasn't too happy, but that's fine.

I am thinking I'm going to write a screenplay. I'm not sure what about but I'm going to start. I pitched an idea to Playboy last week and we'll see where that goes. I'm sure they won't be in touch, but at least it keeps me active.

I'm also thinking of picking up a new hobby this summer. I mean I am really going to do it. Not sure what it's going to be, but would love to get into some fly fishing. Maybe something else. Any ideas please send them along.

OAR is at Red Rocks in June if anyone is interested. Should be good.

SPorts are sort of on hold for a bit, except for the tournament. Still liking a Final Four of Louisville, Pitt, Syracuse and Memphis. Louisville to win it all.


HEF of the Week
Wednesday was hung over. I mean really bad. I took five asprin. Tried to explain this to the broad Gee's dating — a brizillian that doesn't speak great English — and she thought I was trying to kill myself. Now she's convinced I'm suicidal with a really bad problem.
Hey, my head felt like I'd been hit across the face with a fucking shovel, then had to watch the Jimmy Fallon Late Night show for hours. Five asprin was the bare minimum toots.

Until next time.