Let's Review, Shall We?

Gosh, I don't even know where to begin...
For reasons I don't want to bore anyone with, this past week has been one of the worst for me in recent memory. (Cue violins.) Oh well. Shit happens. How does that saying go? That which doesn't kill us...? Makes us really fucking annoyed and unhappy? Yeah, something like that.

I spent a couple of days this week in Dallas. Stayed at the Hotel Zaza... A place that could actually be more Dallas than Dallas. Went down to the bar on Wednesday night, and there were a ton of women wearing all black and a shitload of zippers. Zippers on the thighs, on the arms. Am I missing something here? Are zippers the new accessories for the 05? Fuck that.

That same night I got to hang with my brother and sister-in-law and a couple of old friends. That was one of the better parts of my week. Drank a lot and had a shrimp po-boy at the Fish Shack. Went back to my room around 2:00 and drowned myself in the excess of 3ftx3ft pillows... Couldn't sleep a wink.

Were it not for my family or my handful of friends that still reside there, I would more than likely treat the Big-D like a plague. I would probably only venture there when I was in an emergency need for shoes or to go see a Mavericks game. But since the Mavs are only doing mediocre this year, I would just wait for those shoe emergencies. There are always really surreal experiences on my trips to Dallas. And if they aren't happening to me directly then I am finding out about them at really strange times.

Like this fucking nimrod that shot a nail into his scull and then went to the dentist complaining about his tooth aching.

I get freaked out when I get an eyelash in my eye. I start twitching and convulsing... Screaming for help. Couldn't imagine what I would do if there were a 5 inch nail practically tickling my eyeball. Just a little word of advice for you people out there operating nail guns for a living: try to keep the thing pointed away from your face. This guy didn't even have medical insurance. That's another gem of advice for you nail gun operators... MEDICAL INSURANCE. $100,000 for a nail in the head?

I've had "Hello" by Lionel Richie stuck in my head all weekend. Normally that would be a terrible, terrible thing. But in the context of this posting, it's been a delight. I wonder what the general reaction was to this video when it first came out. Did it make all those men that ever had a crush on a blind girl weep like little boys?

No wonder Nicole is so fucked up. Poor little girl.

Three guesses who this is as a youngster...

I'm gonna go ahead and cast my vote for Angelina as the woman most likely to make a straight woman gay. Even is she does give weird shit as presents to her co-stars.

The 2004 awards ceremony for the Lonestar Rollergirls was this past Saturday. Those girls are a fucking riot. I was happy to see my favorite girls win some pretty bad-ass awards.


After the "Rollerball" as it is affectionately named, I made my way down to the Elephant Room to catch Blaze.
Incredible.
We went there cause we were shooting Nick for a show segment for "Downtown", but god damn Brannen can bang a fucking drum. It's nice to see a jazz scene in this Little City. Especially at the hands of these monsters.

Went from there to the Light Bar to experience the polar opposite of taste in nightlife. My roomie was hanging outside the Elephant Room with a couple of girlfriends drinkin 7&7 out of a Canada Dry bottle on the sidewalk. Figured that was too great to leave so I tagged along for the ride... When we got to Light, Amy pointed out that the inside smelled like the Y. We tried our hand in the massage chairs, listened to the DJ butcher some good songs, play some terrible ones (he played 2 different mixes of Britney's "Poison"), and laughed at the big, straight, white guys trying to dance and sing along to Prince's "Kiss". If you're white, over 6 feet tall, and shop at Express for Men, don't dance. If you have to dance, stick to the white man's overbite. No... Fuck that. Don't dance. And please don't sing along with the songs. Especially if it forces you to sing falsetto.

Sunday's been a rainy, lazy day.
Good for napping. Good for recharging my outlook on life.
Here's to a better 7 days.