Monday, July 17, 2006
Chicago and the girl who was a 1 on a scale from 0 to 1
I’m very bad at keeping up with this journal so I should probably come up with a schedule. Let’s say twice a week is probably best. For at least the rest of the summer, I will write on Monday and Friday mornings. Being Monday, It is best if I review my last month since I got back from Vegas.
Chicago
When I got home to Chicago I noticed what large amounts of free time I had. I did not stick well to my three goals for the summer. In terms of playing guitar, I have played more than I did all school year but still not the hours I was hoping to get in practice every day. I am going to set as a realistic goal one hour of guitar playing every day for the rest of the summer. My plans for exercising started off very well but since my trip to New York they have fallen apart. I will work hard to get back on schedule and exercise according to the program that I got from Gannon. It requires a series of floor exercises and a lot of running. It should be a healthy way to fill my day. I have also thought about training to run a 5 minute mile. Seeing as I probably can’t run a 6 minute mile that would be a lofty but I believe achievable goal. After I am done with the 8 week program I am on I will determine if running a 5 minute mile is worthwhile. The hours that I intended to spend playing on the internet (4-5 a day) I have fallen very short of. Fortunately my win rate has increased significantly and I had a big cash in a tournament. In terms of my bank account my poker playing has been an enormous success, in terms of hours not so much. I guess I have a lot of work to do in terms of goal setting and reaching, Here goes attempt #2.
My time in Chicago was rather uneventful accept for one little experience I had at a bar in Palatine. I was debating whether to go downtown and party with Charlie at Marc Fiedler’s or go with Rob to his friends birthday party in Palatine. So, Brad, Rob, Danny and I piled into Rob’s car for a trip. While I was waiting for Rob I poured myself my first mixed drink of the night, a midget’s revenge (mountain dew and raspberry vodka). I finished that drink in a few minutes and Rob had yet to come pick me up, so, I did what any bored person with a 2 liter bottle of raspberry vodka and a 24 pack of mountain dew would do, I poured myself another one. Just then, Rob pulled up so I jumped into the car and finished my drink on the way there. By the time we got there I already had a good buzz going. There was a pretty good cover band playing and I decided my drink if the evening would be can after can of PBR. Seeing as we were meeting Rob’s new girlfriend and fiends from school, it seemed like an excellent opportunity to embarrass him. As I got drunker and drunker I started showing off my 0 to 1 scale. My binary system for rating girls quickly and effectively. A guy came up to me and gave me some lip about my AC/DC hat so I came right back at him and made fun of his stupid glasses. He was pretty cool, at the time, and goofed around with me as I attempted to show him how stupid his glasses were, by course of a public opinion poll. A couple minutes later, I stagger over to him and notice he is talking to some girl. I show off my amazing rating system and find out that some people are not so quick to pick up on the scale and its meaning. Still messing with the guy with the stupid glasses I tell the girl he is talking to that she is a 1 on a scale from 0 to 1. She either did not understand to scale or failed to hear the important second half of my claim. Nonetheless she was pissed to be a 1.
I must have been a littler to intoxicated to react properly but as she got madder and madder I repeated, “That’s a compliment, that’s a compliment.”
She took this remark as further insult, like “you’re a 1 and that’s a compliment.”
She then asked me if I wanted to fight, being drunk and clearly underestimating her resolve to be in a bar terrace brawl, I said, “Bring it on!”
She dropped her purse and I took a couple quick punches to my left eye before I backed up in complete drunken confusion. My friends escorted me out knowing nothing good could come of that situation. We drove back to Highwood, where my night cooled off with a Corona purchased by an old High School friend, Abi, who we ran into at Teddy O’s.
Chicago
When I got home to Chicago I noticed what large amounts of free time I had. I did not stick well to my three goals for the summer. In terms of playing guitar, I have played more than I did all school year but still not the hours I was hoping to get in practice every day. I am going to set as a realistic goal one hour of guitar playing every day for the rest of the summer. My plans for exercising started off very well but since my trip to New York they have fallen apart. I will work hard to get back on schedule and exercise according to the program that I got from Gannon. It requires a series of floor exercises and a lot of running. It should be a healthy way to fill my day. I have also thought about training to run a 5 minute mile. Seeing as I probably can’t run a 6 minute mile that would be a lofty but I believe achievable goal. After I am done with the 8 week program I am on I will determine if running a 5 minute mile is worthwhile. The hours that I intended to spend playing on the internet (4-5 a day) I have fallen very short of. Fortunately my win rate has increased significantly and I had a big cash in a tournament. In terms of my bank account my poker playing has been an enormous success, in terms of hours not so much. I guess I have a lot of work to do in terms of goal setting and reaching, Here goes attempt #2.
My time in Chicago was rather uneventful accept for one little experience I had at a bar in Palatine. I was debating whether to go downtown and party with Charlie at Marc Fiedler’s or go with Rob to his friends birthday party in Palatine. So, Brad, Rob, Danny and I piled into Rob’s car for a trip. While I was waiting for Rob I poured myself my first mixed drink of the night, a midget’s revenge (mountain dew and raspberry vodka). I finished that drink in a few minutes and Rob had yet to come pick me up, so, I did what any bored person with a 2 liter bottle of raspberry vodka and a 24 pack of mountain dew would do, I poured myself another one. Just then, Rob pulled up so I jumped into the car and finished my drink on the way there. By the time we got there I already had a good buzz going. There was a pretty good cover band playing and I decided my drink if the evening would be can after can of PBR. Seeing as we were meeting Rob’s new girlfriend and fiends from school, it seemed like an excellent opportunity to embarrass him. As I got drunker and drunker I started showing off my 0 to 1 scale. My binary system for rating girls quickly and effectively. A guy came up to me and gave me some lip about my AC/DC hat so I came right back at him and made fun of his stupid glasses. He was pretty cool, at the time, and goofed around with me as I attempted to show him how stupid his glasses were, by course of a public opinion poll. A couple minutes later, I stagger over to him and notice he is talking to some girl. I show off my amazing rating system and find out that some people are not so quick to pick up on the scale and its meaning. Still messing with the guy with the stupid glasses I tell the girl he is talking to that she is a 1 on a scale from 0 to 1. She either did not understand to scale or failed to hear the important second half of my claim. Nonetheless she was pissed to be a 1.
I must have been a littler to intoxicated to react properly but as she got madder and madder I repeated, “That’s a compliment, that’s a compliment.”
She took this remark as further insult, like “you’re a 1 and that’s a compliment.”
She then asked me if I wanted to fight, being drunk and clearly underestimating her resolve to be in a bar terrace brawl, I said, “Bring it on!”
She dropped her purse and I took a couple quick punches to my left eye before I backed up in complete drunken confusion. My friends escorted me out knowing nothing good could come of that situation. We drove back to Highwood, where my night cooled off with a Corona purchased by an old High School friend, Abi, who we ran into at Teddy O’s.
