Monday, April 25, 2011

A Case of the Mondays

You know the drill- weekend recap now.  Do you think that is a good idea K-10? 

"Yes, Tony B. Bark! Bark!"

Alright, then let's do this. 


Friday was pretty crazy.  Mrs. B. and I were trying to get an offer on a home before end of business Friday.  We are looking at houses in the West Sacramento area and are really excited about not only having our own grown-up house, but also to get out of our hell-hole apartment.  Yeah, there's an actually portal to hell forming in our ceiling.  Not surprisingly, it leaks dirty devil juice (rain water) into the area that used to be my music area (I had to move my stuff out of that area unless I like wet instruments- which I do not.) 

I digress.  Our realtor and lender did a great job to get an offer on the table, so now we'll just wait to see what happens.  In the meantime, we're going to continue looking at other homes.  It's a pretty fun process, but it would be nice if we get this house we bid on (obvious statement of the day, I suppose.) 

After squaring things away on that front, Mrs. B. and I went to the gym, then rushed home to shower and go out to Chili's with Katrina and John.  I'm not sure why, but that tall Bud Light I ordered was more refreshing than usual.  I'm assuming it was just some extra unwinding from the week of work and the house hunting process. 

Once dinner concluded, John and Katrina came back to the hell-hole and John broke out his recent purchase: a bottle of Jack Daniels Honey.  I was interested to try this stuff and it did not disappoint.  We first tried it on the rocks and it was pretty solid.  Very drinkable by itself.  After that, we tried it mixed with Root Beer.  I'm fairly certain the resulting drink should be called "A&W Hard Candy" because that is exactly what it tasted like.  Definitely give it a try if you're down with Root Beer.

My only complaint is a mild one.  The drink is awfully sugary, which might be a plus for some people, but I find that excessive sugar mixed with alcohol can lead to ridiculous hangover headaches when abused.  It was fine for our couple drinks, but if you drink it all night I think it could lead to some crushing pressure on the old temples.


Not much went on during the day.  Mrs. B. drove over to the house we bid on and saw that a realtor was showing it to other people.  We scowled and hoped that the people's "feet were clean" as to not mess up the carpet.  I love being territorial over something that isn't even ours!  After driving around a bit, we headed home because I had to get ready for a gig that evening. 

The gig was an interesting one.  I was playing at a guy named Travis's house in Roseville.  He had seen me at the Boxing Donkey and hired me to play on his rather large property during his bonfire party.  It was a blast.  Playing private events and house parties is always a trip because you never really know what to expect, but Travis and his friends were awesome.  They made great requests, rocked out, sang a long, and even bought some CDs (MUCH appreciated!)  Of course, I still couldn't get away from someone yelling out "Freebird" but hey- I may never escape that curse.

One funny thing, at some point, a guy came over who looked an awful lot like Stone Cold Steve Austin.  He grabbed the mic and started yelling at the people in the party to tip money and/or buy CDs.  Since he was telling people to give me money and because I didn't want any trouble, I just let him get it out of his system.  I almost told him to tell the rest of the party that if they don't give me money, that he would Stone Cold Stunner them one by one.  I decided against it because I was literally on a very rural street which might as well have been in the middle of nowhere.  I did not need the guy to take a comment the wrong way and, worse case scenario, kill me and feed me to the goats! 

In all seriousness, everyone at the party was awesome and I was happy to meet everyone.  Their support made the gig easy.  If anyone is interested in booking me for a house party, please inquire within


Mrs. B. and I headed to her Mom's house for a pleasant Easter brunch.  We ate and then I spent time coloring in a coloring book with our niece.  I'd like to think I was spending quality time with our niece and yet, coloring was pretty fun- even if it was in a Barbie coloring book.  I was definitely rocking Burnt Sienna. 

Now how about those Chicago Blackhawks?!?  I wish I could give some good analysis on the game, but I'm such a novice when it comes to NHL hockey, I really have no idea what to say.  I'll do my best:

Frolik is a savage.  Do I know his first name?  No.  Do I think it is amazingly awesome to score a penalty shot and injure the Canucks' goalie on the same play?  Yes.  That dude was working his tail off and the Blackhawks force a Game 7 because of it. 

Robert Luongo's name is hilarious.  From now on, whenever I hear it, I will think of the Chicago Sports Talk I've been listening to every morning (670 the Score.)  Apparently a caller called in and said early in the series that the Blackhawks need to "Swat Luongo" in order get back in it.  The hosts were cracking up and I'm sure you have NO IDEA where they took this.  I'll give you a hint- it rhymes with "schmasterbation." 

Luongo's fall from grace has been amazing to see.  Coming out of the locker room in the 3rd period cold was definitely not helpful for him, but he did have a full intermission before coming back out for OT.  Win or lose, the Blackhawks are providing fine entertainment and not giving up the defense of their title easily.  That is fun to watch. 

Last, I'm finally all the way caught up on "The Killing."  Gotta love AMC programming.  They are "killing" it these days.  Bad pun closer!


Mrs. B said...

Little known fact: the devil in our ceiling is actually Zuul, aka Sigourney Weaver.

Tony B. said...

I'm the keymaster- are you the gate keeper?

Clarkster said...

AMC has been killing it and if you haven't already done so get caught up on Breaking Bad before season 4 starts this summer That is a highly entertaining show.

Tony B. said...

I was just talking about how I need to get caught up with Breaking Bad. I know it's awesome and need to watch from the beginning.

GMoney said...

You poor, poor bastard. Too dumb to know that the house-hunting process is a soul-sucking ordeal that will destroy your from within. Unless you get that first house...and then I will hate you for not going through the mind-numbing realty bullshit.

Michael Bolland is savage. Frolik is just along for the ride.

Tony B. said...

G$- I forget what happened with your house hunting process- I remember some bid took a long time and then you moved on to another house. Is that right?

I'm somewhat aware that the process is awful if it drags on. We'll see how this first bid goes and if it denied, I'm sure my blogs will get angrier and angrier.

I agree on Michael Bolland. Savage is a perfect descriptor.

Brandon said...

Good luck on the house. Hopefully you get out of your apartment before the hole sucks you and your recliner into another dimension. Especially since that dimension is probably nothing but homeless men pooping on your stuff.

I can't tell if GMoney is trolling you with the Michael Boland thing. But yes, that penalty shot is probably the highlight of the 23 year old Frolik's career.

Brandon said...

Aaaaand I forgot an L on his name while making fun of you for not knowing it. Fantastic.

Tony B. said...

Alright, so his first name is Dave. Whatever. I'm going to give G$ the benefit of the doubt and he was either trying to trick me or be funny because if you use Michael instead of Dave then it kind of sounds like "Michael Bolton."

And I have to be honest, I'm a fan of his entire catalog.