Bow Down To The King Of Cool

Check it out! I bought this hockey puck display for my autographed pucks. It's made out of old hockey sticks. How cool is that? And it's made in Canada, so you know it's quality craftsmanship.

Sometimes Things Are Just Cool

The Girlfriend and I stepped out last night in the freezing cold to take a look at the lunar eclipse. I dragged along my cheap telescope which didn't really help with the moon. It looked better to the nekkid eye. However, to the left of the moon and just a little below it was a bright star. I focused the telescope on it and damn! It was Saturn! You could see the rings and everything. I wish I could find a picture that could do it justice. It was tres cool.

It's The Little Things

I couldn't agree more with a female co-worker who uttered this statement last week.

"There is nothing quite like dropping a deuce on the clock!"

Yep, it's the little things that make life worth living.

Valentime's Day!

Since The Girlfriend and I had to work on Valentine's day, we decided to celebrate yesterday. And since she has to work today and I don't, I get to post first (buwhahahhaha). We decided to go out to a new place called "Andrew Chadwick's on Rutledge Hill." With a name like that, you know it has to be fancy grub! The Girlfriend is a picky eater, so I really like it when she tries something new. She split the carppacio of beef with black truffles with me and then had the porkbelly with tomato reduction and her main course was sea diver scallops with fennel. I had the mesclun salad with chevre dressing and the tuna. This was all accompanied by an excellent bottle of cabernet and topped off with a rasberry tart. I think she enjoyed it. She kept saying how her food got better with every bite.

We then went down to the Sommet Center to watch the Predators and the Red Wings battle. We were running late, so I dropped her off and went to park. While walking through the parking lot, I heard the fog horn inside the arena sound off two different times. We scored twice against Detroit in the first five minutes of the game! I was a little disappointed to miss those goals, because I figured there was no way we would score again against the league leading Red Wings. How wrong I was! The Wings scored twice, but each time it was answered by a goal from the Preds! The boys came to play last night and really put on a show! (I know, I'm over using the exclamation point.) Final score? Four to two, Nashville. I had a great night and I think The Girlfriend did too. Check her blog later for her version.

Tequila Is A Stupid Drink

You may have already read The Girlfriend's blog and if you have, you know how the weekend was spent. Two other couples and us went to a place called "The Agave Tequila Lounge." It's supposed to imitate some of the high end places that have apparantly become popular on the west coast. They advertise "150 different tequilas and light Mexican fare." Light Mexican fare is mostly tacos and quesadillas. As for the tequila? I've decided that it's much like vodka. Tequila is tequila. I don't care how long it's been aged or in what kind of barrels. I tried six different tequilas ranging from Anejo (aged over a year) to silver (fresh out of the distillary). They pretty much tasted the same although some weren't quite as smooth. Now I have never claimed to have a sophisticated palate, but I do enjoy bourbons and single malt scotches. I can tell the differences from brand to brand and like sitting and sipping a glass of Glenlivet or Woodford. Tequila? It's for margarita's and shots. Save your money. Just buy a bottle of Two Fingers and some limes and go to town. Final talley? Six people, four hundred dollar tab, zero drunks. Tequila has that weird effect on me. I can't get enough down to get hammered. Not to say that the goal is to become plastered, but if I drop a c-note, I expect a good buzz.

I wanted to finish the night off with a shot of mezcal and knocking back the worm. The Girlfriend looked me in the eye and said "If you eat the worm, no blowjob for you." One worm saved.

Blast From The Past

Once upon a time, far far away, Bat had an intense emotional affair with a former co-worker. That is to say, he used to work with this person, but this person moved away. They missed each other and reconnected long distance. Bat's personal life became extremely complicated because of this woman, but eventually Bat decided that even though it was long distance, he would try to start a relationship with her.

Bat was unaware of the Evil New Boyfriend. As Bat tried to kindle something special, the Evil New Boyfriend made other plans. Eventually, Bat received an phone call from Evil New Boyfriend saying "Hahahaha, I have won this woman's heart! You will never hear from her again. We are to be married and you are to never hear from her again."

Bat was destroyed (or thought he was). No explanation. No why. No goodbye. Just a person with which he had an intense emotional bond, ripped out of his life forever.

Now the future has become the past. Five years later, Bat is happy with his new life, his new job, his new home and most importantly, his new girlfriend. He rarely thinks of the woman that crushed him, but when he does, it is always in the context of a lesson learned.

Of course Bat hears from this woman again. Just when he is content and satisfied, the woman that caused so much emotional torment sends an innocuous email asking if he is ok. Bat replies that he is fine, but the woman has no business contacting him because it will only cause problems with the Evil New Boyfriend/Husband.

Bat is then told that Evil New Boyfriend/Husband is not longer in the picture. Bat's nemisis was found banging the baby sitter about a year after he was married. After Evil New Boyfriend/Husband was kicked out of the house, he proceded to do copious amounts of drugs and moved the underage baby sitter in with him.

After the woman filed for divorce, the Evil New Boyfriend/Husband went on a bender and crashed the babysitter's car at over a hundred and twenty miles an hour. He is now a parapalegic and begging the woman to take him back. After two years, the woman is still unable to get her divorce.

Now I know what some people might think. I'm pretty sure I know what Bat's Girlfriend thinks. The honest truth is that Bat feels sorry for this woman a little bit, but doesn't wish for anything to be different. Bat is very happy and is a better man for the lessons learned. Bat does feel a little vindicated (but isn't sure why).

Moral of the story? AIN'T KARMA A BITCH?