Somebody's gonna win...
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Might as well be me.
The lottery results for Notre Dame football tickets are officially out, and once again I have made out like a bandit. I ended up getting tickets for three of the six games for which I applied. Sadly, though, none of them were home games. Instead of a pilgrimage to South Bend and the Rock that Rockne Built, I'll be traveling to Purdue, Stanford, and UCLA. Considering my geographical location and affiliations, those turn out to be pretty good games for me. Also, I applied for tickets on a few other people's applications but don't know the results of those yet. We'll see what I get.
How did everyone else do? Am I going to see any of you this fall?
Labels: football, Notre Dame
Author: Goat » Comments:
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Tuesday, July 10, 2007
For those of you who haven't (a) read the Davinci Code, or (b) completed 6th grad world history, the title of this blog post is "The past few weeks" in reverse. Why? Because this post is going to be all about ingrown toenails. And by "ingrown toenails", I mean "the past few weeks of my life told in reverse chronological order." Before I begin, I have to make this disclaimer: If you read this post backwards, there is a secret message. I'm not sure what it is, but I'm pretty sure it's the same story told in chronological order. Only time will tell.
I think I'm coming down with something, which is bad because Alaska is coming to LA to visit this weekend. I haven't seen him since the Irish whooped up on Ty Willingham in Seattle a couple years ago, so it's bound to be a heartwarming reunion. Plus, it will probably convince some of the other LA Domers (
Carolyn) to come hang out. I have no idea why I just coughed Carolyn's name in my blog, seeing how she probably doesn't even know it exists and thus will never read it. And who's fault is that? Sure, sure, blame it on the Goat.
Oh! Speaking of goats, I saw the funniest thing the other day on Dirty Jobs with Mike Rowe. Before I tell you what it was, I have to tell you check out this show. It's like This Old House, but with things that are interesting. Okay, back to the story. So good ol' Mike Rowe visits a goat farm in Tennessee that's famous for it's "fainting" goats. This breed has a condition where the goats will stiffen up like they have rigor mortis, and they usually end up falling over on their sides with legs pointing straight out! HI-larious. I nearly fell off the couch. Luckily, Ginger found it amusing that I liked the fainting goats.
"Ginger?" you say? Yup. My special lady-friend made it out to LA this weekend to go to a wedding with me up in Beverly Hills. We felt pretty fancy rolling up to the Beverly Hilton for the reception in the Stardust Room. To quote Ginger: "Fayun-cy!" We had a good time even if the power did go out mid-reception. My buddy Keith picked up the slack by sitting down at the baby grand piano and belting out some dueling piano-bar favorites. I think he made $10 in tips, too. Most of it came from the DJ.
Fourth of July this year saw yet another party at the Sheldon Chateau. While lower-key than previous years, it still delivered like only a Chateau party can. Beer brats, beer pong, and a game of cups that pitted the PLACE Corps teachers against the Northrop Grumman engineers. I bet you can guess which side won just by guessing which side drinks competitively more.
A few days before that I finally got to rotate to my new job. So I'm pretty stoked about this. I've basically gone from hating my job to loving it. I'm finally getting to do work in the field of telecommunications, instead of the field of pointless documents that kill the rainforest. I can actually feel the atrophy of my brain stopping and new cells being regenerated. Or maybe that's a tumor. We should consult Detective John Kimble.
"It's not a tumor!" That guy's my governor. Anywho, I share an office with a brand new hire who just graduated from USC. So far she seems pretty nice, so I'm cool with it. There are a lot more Trojan fans in the office, too, so that's going to make things interesting.
PLACE Corps + tradition = Annual 4th of July camping trip to Sequoia National Forest. In a rare turn of events, the non-PLACErs were the largest group which meant the conversations didn't revolve around teaching. Instead, they're weren't any conversations AT ALL. Engineers are socially awkward. Thank you, Captain Obvious. I did get to take windsurfing lessons, though, which was sweet. That shit is hard, though. It didn't help that we were trying to learn in 20-30 mph gusts. The instructor said it would build character, or some similar non-sensical raving. He was old.
And there you have it. Consider this the fat lady singing.
Labels: All my friends are getting married, Domers, Ginger, I'm a big nerd, Sheldon Chateau, summer, TV
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