The night before last I dressed up like an urban cowboy and did the two-step in Deep Ellum.
Yesterday, I got my groove back. Not like Stella, but I ran a mile in less than 20 minutes. Vast improvement.
I'm happy just to dance with you. And by you, I mean everyone, everywhere.
I should have known better than to move to Uptown, which eventually turned me into a Metrosexual.
Hello, Goodbye...I'm not sure which to say to people anymore.
Can't buy me love...that theory has not been proven.
Not a second time will I make the same mistake that I made last week.
Magical Mystery Tour is leaving my place this Friday night for place TBD.
Golden slumbers fill your eyes. Smiles awake when you rise.
The long and winding road, where it leads I have no idea. The Caribbean would be nice.
Across the Universe possibly? New Zealand look's awfully beautiful on television.
All you need is love, the rest all follows.
Free as a bird I feel sometimes, and other times I feel trapped in a cage.
I am the walrus. I am the whale. I am the pirate. I am the Captain sailing away into the Pacific.
Lovely Rita was a sweetheart. But she really wasn't my type. Paul is dead, you think?
September in the rain, there's no better feeling than walking home in the rain drunk at 2 AM.
Penny Lane is the name of the English Pub that I'd like to own and operate one day. Home of Liverpool F.C., Go Reds!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Barack Obama and What He Represents to the World
"It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled. Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been just a collection of individuals or a collection of red states and blue states. We are, and always will be, the United States of America," said Barack Hussein Obama in Grant Park on November 4th, 2008.
The most historic day in my lifetime.
A few months earlier, Obama addressed the largest crowd of his life in Berlin and said, "the road ahead will be long. But I come before you to say that we are heirs to a struggle for freedom. We are a people of improbable hope. With an eye toward the future, with resolve in our hearts, let us remember this history, and answer our destiny, and remake the world once again."
That hope, that Obama shared with Berlin and the rest of the world, is the very thing that the United States needs most. Hope. Change. These are the words that won Obama the Presidency. Will they actually come to fruition? Who knows.
But I do have hope.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Happy Crashing!
Last night, my buddy and I crashed a Petroleum Engineer Networking Happy Hour at a local, Uptown pub. My first question to one of the fellow happy hour drinkers was, "What's petroleum?" I was being dead serious. I have no clue what petroleum is. I've heard of petroleum jelly. Think about it, without petroleum, choking the chicken with jelly would be awfully strange, considering down there you'd look like the top of the Normandy French Toast at Breadwinner's afterwards.
The definition of petroleum is actually a dark oil consisting mainly of hydrocarbons. Apparently you can drill for it and make lots of money on the outskirts of Dallas. These petroleum engineers did not look like Homer's co-workers on The Simpon's. In fact, they looked more like co-workers of Jessica Simpson.
One engineer asked what my major in college was. I felt embarrassed for the first time in my life to say Journalism. While the engineering students in college were studying on a Monday night, I was drinking dollar beers at The Hawk. I could've thrown 120 pieces of a disassembled television out on their table, and they could've put together in time so I wouldn't miss a minute of American Idol.
Just kidding. I don't watch American Idol. Alright, yes I do. Excuse me, am. That 8-year old kid was awesome.
I did get one business card during the happy hour. A lawyer that represents oil companies. Maybe he'll marry my younger sister, or maybe he'll need to place a full page ad in the paper. Both would work for me!
My fellow Uptown Douchebags, Happy Crashing!
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Summer Road Trip
Texas (Dallas, Palo Duro Canyon, Lubbock) to
New Mexico (Carlsbad Caverns) to
Colorado (Boulder and Denver) to
Utah (Zion National Park) to
Nevada (Las Vegas) to
Arizona (Grand Canyon) to
California (San Diego, Mission Viejo, Los Angeles, Napomo, Palo Alto, San Francisco) to
Oregon (Eugene) to
Washington (Seattle) to
Wyoming (Yellowstone National Park) to
South Dakota (Keystone) to
Minnesota (Minneapolis) to
Illinois (Chicago) to
Indiana (West Chicago) to
Ohio (Columbus and Cleveland) to
Washington D.C. to
Maryland (Baltimore) to
Pennsylvania (Philadelphia) to
Massachusetts (Boston) to
New York (New York City) to
New Jersey (Atlantic City) to
Virginia (Richmond) to
North Carolina (Charlotte) to
Florida (Miami and Jacksonville) to
Georgia (Atlanta and Athens) to
Alabama (Mobile) to
Louisiana (New Orleans) to
Texas (Houston, San Antonio, Austin, Waco, Dallas)
New Mexico (Carlsbad Caverns) to
Colorado (Boulder and Denver) to
Utah (Zion National Park) to
Nevada (Las Vegas) to
Arizona (Grand Canyon) to
California (San Diego, Mission Viejo, Los Angeles, Napomo, Palo Alto, San Francisco) to
Oregon (Eugene) to
Washington (Seattle) to
Wyoming (Yellowstone National Park) to
South Dakota (Keystone) to
Minnesota (Minneapolis) to
Illinois (Chicago) to
Indiana (West Chicago) to
Ohio (Columbus and Cleveland) to
Washington D.C. to
Maryland (Baltimore) to
Pennsylvania (Philadelphia) to
Massachusetts (Boston) to
New York (New York City) to
New Jersey (Atlantic City) to
Virginia (Richmond) to
North Carolina (Charlotte) to
Florida (Miami and Jacksonville) to
Georgia (Atlanta and Athens) to
Alabama (Mobile) to
Louisiana (New Orleans) to
Texas (Houston, San Antonio, Austin, Waco, Dallas)
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