Board! Beer! Ba-gonna leave work soon!

I have carried all manner of objects through the turnstyles of PATH stations in the past few years -- a longboard, a snowboard, a PowerMac (twice), power tools, a drunk Sean, bags of crickets, guitars, etc. Today I topped myself.

Today I brought home a case of Spaghettios and a crock pot.

Cleaning out my desk at work turned out to be much less of an ordeal that I would have guessed, leaving me only one box full of crap (plus a pile of books and aforementioned crock pot) to bring back. Whereas leaving past gigs, I always seem to have brought back everything that wasn't bolted down, this time I've realized that there's precious little to care about. If it didn't contain vital information to my life outside work, it met an untimely death in my trash can (and after I ran out of room in mine, the two in the kitchen and the one in the bathroom. I had a lot, lot, lot of crap to throw out).

Pre-trashing pictures up here.

And on Thursday I leave. It's feeling oddly... okay now. I think much of this has to do with the fact that it's been four months since I announced I was leaving, letting me go through the inital shock and sadness phases, followed by boredom, annoyance and isn't-this-over-yet?-ness. Still, waking up on Friday (with a mild hangover and a half-packed suitcase for Operation: GetShitFacedInBaltimore) and never having to go back to my job is going to be a trip.

But so. On to fun things. Last weekend, Rita and I threw a party to celebrate the fact that we now live together in roommate-less happiness bliss. And how does one celebrate such a thing? Why, with six cases of beer, three handles of vodka, an army of wine bottles and enough scotch to kill a pack of elephants. Somehow, in our modest apartment, we hosted an estimated 42 people over the course of the evening. And it rocked, in my humble opinion. It was so freaking to cool to see all the people who attended, from "I see you almost daily" types to "Holy crap, I haven't seen you since you moved to Florida!" folks. Really nice, too, to finally feel like our apartment is "there." It's finally at a point where there aren't five million things we have to do. Now it's just, like, 20. And at least 5 of those 20 include food or beverages.

However, right before the party, I got a call from Russ (who subsequently earned Friend of the Month -- I'll have to make him a trophy or wall placard) saying he could get me the deal of the century on a Ride Timeless. And now -- I HAVE ONE! A 2004-5 161 Ride Timeless. It is going to absolutely murder me this winter. And I will get slaughtered with a smile.

And THEN!

Then I found myself a wonderful pair of Dragon DX goggles for like 1/assth of their normal price. Now I can go zip AND see! What a CONCEPT! (Skill not included.)

And so that's that. I can't stop thinking about winter, and it's still 87 degrees out.

Hmm. Did I blog on Lenny's bachelor party? No, no I did not yet. Shit. That'll have to wait. But this is a start. We showed this guy one hell of a night. Lenny, I mean, not Tiny Dancer on the right there.

And this, which I swiped from…. Some blog or other. Crap. Where was that? Anyway. How Republicans see the New York Times. I'm relatively convinced that this is what my father hears when I talk to him.