I Ain't Lyin' Fellas She Was Fine

Coming off a rather enjoyable weekend. Friday we hung out with kiddies. Read books and watched the barely-bearable The Adventures of Shark Boy and Lava Girl. We made the mistake of not requesting enough 3D glasses for all the kids, including two nephews, so the fight was on over who got to wear them. But they enjoyed it. We also rented Bad News Bears. I'm pretty glad the kids weren't so interested in it, because the PG-13 rating is pretty literal. Lots of s-words and sexual references. Not that I'm a total spaz about sexual innuendos that the little kids won't understand anyway. It's just, well, innocent young minds and all.

Saturday night we went to a ROCK CONCERT at the Cain's Ballroom. It was lots of fun until the headlining band came on stage with horrible audio adjustments. We left after about two of their songs. Right before leaving some drunk bastard got all sloppy and rude with Heather, and he and AJ nearly got into a fight. Thank God that sorry dude had reasonable friends surrounding him who made him leave.

There were actually a bunch of weirdos there that evening, especially that girl Sheena. She said "I'd like a drink." I said "ok, I'll go get it." And then a couple of sips, she cold licked her lips, and I knew that she was wit' it. So I took her to my crib and everything went well as planned, but when she got undressed it was big old mess. Sheena was a man! So I threw him out. I don't fool around with no Oscar Meyer weiner. You must be sure that the girl is pure for the funky cold medina.*

I have to promote the opening band Halestorm. You can view their website here (requires Flash). Their cool rock chick singer put on an amazing show. She reminded me of Joan Jett with a bit of a huskier voice and way better rock fashion sense. Also, she kind of looked like Parker Posey.

Sunday was spent being lazy at my parents' house where we ate beef stew and grilled cheese. I rode a very small motorcycle (my nephew's) and felt like a Hell's Angel. Oh, and I stood on my head just to see if I could still do it after all these years. I did it, but my neck and upper back are a little sore now. Oh well. Still got it. Standing on my head was my party trick for years. That and touching my tongue to my nose.

We've been having little SSX3 tournaments on the XBox with our kick-ass neighbors John and Leann. (This is a blatant shout-out to Leann because I believe she's reading this now). SSX3 is a highly addictive game. So, unless you got some time on your hands, I don't recommend you buy it. We're all hooked. Our living room has felt a little like a college dorm room lately with all the late night video gaming, beer drinking, sex joke making, ass joke making, and so on. It surprises me how much retarded fun we have.

Speaking of these neighbors, they are going to do up a royal wedding in Vegas on St. Patrick's Day, and THE LOGANS ARE INVITED. Oh my God, I can't tell you excited I am about this unexpected excursion. The craps tables are tired of awaiting my return.

Literary Note: I finished a really great book by a really great writer recently.

Not much else going on with me. Have a nice, dry week y'all. As I (and certain Mexican-Americans like to say), "Don't let no one get you down."

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Thanks for everything, Tone Loc