Gulliver's travels part 3 - Why my Uncle is a P.O.S.

Christmas Day is usually more relaxed than the nite before, usually because most of us are hungover and sleep deprived. Today wasn't really the case. We were all still out of it.

A rarity occurred at my Uncle's house that day, an awkward silence. That was strange. This is one of the more boisterous houses that I know, filled with fun and crazy Portuguese antics, but once again, it was missing something today. We all perked up though once everyone showed up and a little wine started flowing. Eric and my cousin Margurite brought over their new puppy, Duke, for us to play with, so that lightened the mood.

We were finally able to have Christmas Day this year with Grandma without any drama, at least not from the get-go. She enjoyed being out of my POS Uncle's house and being with the rest of the family, enjoying good food. Christmas Day is a quick day too, as most have long drives back to central Cali, or have to split time with in laws or other family. Seeing that, my Dad agreed to drive Grandma home to my POS Uncle's house after my Godfather brought her here so he could spend a little extra time with Uncle Frank. No problem! It was too good to be true though, as there just had to be drama on Christmas. To Be continued...I gotta go to work.

Gulliver's travels part 2

Yes, I am the Lobster whisperer, as well as their executioner. After the airport fiasco, I had a good home dinner with the 'rents and then a good night's sleep. Next day, Christmas Eve. I get up and have breakfast. The parents head off to church to sing in their first mass of 3 in the next 24 hours. While they are gone, I take the car off to Foster City and head to 99 Ranch Market to get fresh seafood for dinner as per the 'rent's request. I pick up 2 large crabs, 2 lobsters and one large red cod fish for a few days later.

I get back just as the folks do and we start prepping the meal, making a crab boil and giving the crustaceans their last rites. While the water boils, I wrap gifts. Then its on. To ease the suffering, I put the critters to "sleep" beforehand. resting them on their heads or backs will knock em out so they don't squirm. Them things tasted pretty good.

After an early dinner, we got ready and then headed out for the night. My folks went to their night mass and I headed over to my Godfather's house to meet up with the rest of the family for good times.

I show up and everyone is still in the middle of dinner. They are eating late this year. i crack a beer and take makeshift seat at the end on the table and hang out with my youngest cuz, Noel. Typical spoiled 4 yr old. Me, me, me,me...he'll whine until you sit on him. Which is what I did to shut him up. Good kid though, just wanted to have fun. Dinner dissolves and everyone spreads out around the house. I make the rounds of chit chat, the rounds of beer, port, and espressos. We start exchanging gifts and I start to feel weird. There is a strange vibe this year. It truly did not feel like Christmas. Nobody was as festive as they usually are. People are quiet, definitely sober and out of it. Its almost like people are there because they HAVE to be, not because they want to be. Its wrong. A lot of things happened to family members this year for the worst, so a festive spirit was lacking, and that definitely added to the vibe. Well, we made the best of it, and I called it an early nite, and left with my folks after they showed up there after mass.

We headed home and had our private Christmas. We assaulted the chocolate horn o' plenty that my folks won at the casino in November. Damn thing is huge. My folks are still eating it, and will be for another month.

I head to bed and send out a text to everyone saying Merry Christmas. Funny how you learn who is close to you by who responds and who doesn't, and those that actually question why you even texted them in the first place. Just adds to the strange Christmas.

Gulliver's travels Part 1

Sorry guys, the holiday travel clusterfuck had me all tied up for a while. I know I have a lot to update you all on, so I'll try to get it all in as fast as possible. Part one eh? Yep, gotta cover some ground and I don't want y'all to read a 200 page novel at once, so I'll give you installments ( honestly, I'm just too lazy to type it all down in one sitting).

First off, I hope everybody got their fill of the Christmas season and are ready to start off the new year. Some of us had good years and bad years, but we're all still here (for the most part) and we should be thankful for that.

Anyways, not that you care, but...I get off of work on Friday Dec 22 at 3am. I gotta jet home to finish packing, take a 2 hr disco nap and then drive to the airport to fly home to SF. No biggie, I get my nap and a quick shower and then head out to the airport.

This is where I knew that Christmas this year was gonna be a little crappy. My flight was at 11 am, so I figured I'd give myself extra time to park and check in with all the holiday mess. What i should have done is gotten off work at 3 am, showered, packed the truck and driven to California. The 11 hour drive would have gotten me there faster than this day was turning out to be.

Strike 1-

I pull into my usual Sky Harbor Airport parking economy lot to leave my ride there for 5 days. I've used these guys for a few years and have had good business with them. They changed ownership, but not their name earlier this year, and things started to slip. Then today happened and I will never use them again. At 8am, I pull up to the front gate and see a sign saying "reservations ONLY!" You're kidding me. Well, screw you guys too! What idiot decides to loose business by not filling in spots because you don't have a reservation to park there. Now I'm stuck having to go park at the airport economy lot. No biggie, its only a dollar more. So I thought. I get in and find that all the lot parking is taken, so now I have to park in the garage which charges a whopping $10 a day to park. Mannn....

I get to the airport, and start my way through the 45 minute line to check in. I finally get to the kiosk and start my way through it. No problem. All I have to do now is wait for the attendant to grab my tag and bag and say bye.

Strike 2-Waiting...waiting...finally Pablo comes over and discovers that something is wrong with the printer. Ok Pablo, send it to a backup printer. Along with the other 10 slips you messed up on. 20 more minutes waiting for Pablo to do something that his superior did in 30 seconds once he finally bowed down to ask her for help. Idiot, go away you bother me.

I head up to the security mess.

25 minutes meandering through the security line and I finally get to the front. Along the way you are confronted by a plethora of security warnings and instructions for liquids on planes. People usually get it by the second sign to get their shit done. Well, at the scanner machine, there is a lovely family of Latinos. Who don't speak English. Let alone read English, but live in the US with US IDs, yadda yadda yadda...that language barrier pet peeve of mine is saved for another blog.

She puts a lot of loose liquids through the scanner and causes a 10 minute delay. The attendant reams her a new one, but she responds with "que??" Fuck this. Finally I go through, 10 seconds tops. See how easy that was?

Fine, I'm running late now, and my plane should be boarding. I get to the gate. No boarding. No sign. No plane. Great! Apparently, in Arizona weather history, the airport is shutdown on days when its 133 outside and the ground is too hot. Not too cold right. An inverted fog front as well as freezing rain came last night, so that delayed everyone. My plane is sitting in Tuscon due to them being unable to land in said conditions. Whatever. Hour delay tops. Hour goes by, re-delayed another hour. Hour goes by, re-delayed 3 hours. Dude!!! I could have walked there by now! I meander around the airport for 5 hours, have a beer, a snack, read a book, stare at assorted holiday ass walking by, nap. I thought I had it bad, a plane to Seattle got cancelled and another plane scheduled to go to Guadalajara was super delayed because they had to "de-ice" the Phoenix plane. Ice? In Phoenix?

Damn. Finally, I get aboard my flight at 330. I get into San Jose at 450, get bags, meet parents, get the hell out of that place.

I am so going to hell for this

I swear by all things holy that I'm probably going straight to hell for this. I say I swear by all things holy because I can, at least now I can. As of 6:30 am Eastern time, Saturday December 30th, 2006, through the Universal Life Church, Marc Alfred Demelo became an ordained minister. God help us all.

Worse yet, wait until I get my church up and running. It will probably involve things similar to a circus tent, a nudie store, a hole in the wall bar and college co-eds, but its all forgiven, and so are all of you now...bunch of freggin sinners! At least now I can do weddings and the like. I get my certification in the mail soon so I can frame it.

Guess I really can't say gawddam and holy jeeesee anymore huh. Nuts.

God Bless ya!

Peace out.

Time for a 3 hour nap and then I'm leaving on a jet plane for the holidays back home in Cali. Peac out all you mo'fos!! Have a merry Christmas and I'll see y'all in a week with plenty more updates...

Laters!

OMG! Can I kick it old school??

Holy doodie drawls batman! OK, back when I first got my Ipod about half a year ago, I uploaded all my songs on my computer, then took all of my Cd's and transferred them to my computer, then to Ipod. I though my music library was complete. I forgot something, or somethings I should say. Something that I think only my generation would remember using. Tapes bitch. Remember poppin in a tape in your Alpine mos' def tape deck in your 84 Honda Civic? Only thing that sucked was if you wanted to get to a certain song, you had to manually fish for it by rewinding or fast forwarding to said track. Usually you missed it and had to backtrack.

Anyways, I went through my bowels of the entertainment center and found cases of my old tapes...LL Cool J, Bryan Adams, Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Floyd, Public Enemy and other crap that I had before the advent of Cd's. There were other tapes too man....Admit it fuckers...you had mix tapes. You know you did!!! You had the party mix tapes, the jam tapes, the rap mixes, the driving mixes, and yes, the "good lovin" smooth ass Rico Suave tape mix that you made specifically for those nights that you may just be gettin lucky. Fucking cheese man..Anyways, I went through most of them and tossed out all the mix tapes cuz now I'm up to speed with technology. I kept all the actual albums for future authentic value.

Man, I'm listening to LL Cool J's Walking with a panther album right now. Man this shit was back in Jr high and early high school. We'd pop in the tape at Dirty Ryan's casa and act all tough and thugged out. Lift some weights, spar and hang out all gangsta n shit...We'd go cruising around later on in life in high school and act all cool cruisin by in Ryan's Mom's Volvo as we head off to Chuck's donuts for a glazed.

And of course, LL Cool J's "I Need Love" song. Fucking super cheese!!!! I can't believe that I thought this song was scroggin worthy!! What do I do though?? During my crush on Jennifer Pitcher in Jr High, I copy the lyrics on a note and slip it in her locker. Later I find out that she hung out with the druggies and thugs in High school and fell off her pedestal. Crackwhore is probably having Pancho's 4th kid living in a trailer park. Snooze you loose beeatch!

Ah memories, the shit was classic...

It's good!!!

Finally, it's all said and done! And successful! The 9th annual holiday party went off without a hitch with a good time had by all. Total guests that appeared was about 40, with 32 attending at the same time. The food came out great, the drinks were flowing well, and no problems at all..well, a small one that was quickly taken care of-it wouldn't be a Demelo party without SOME form of BS drama. It even ended quickly, as opposed to the past parties that have lingered on to 4 in the morning. I was actually half cleaned up and in bed at 1:59-last call!!! believe me I slept like a fucking rock. Not too much leftovers either. Ironically, of the couple hundred dollars in booze I bought for the party, with guests bringing gifts, I ended the party with more booze than I started-bonus!!! I'll have to throw another party to get rid of it all.

Well, all the stress of the week before was well worth it to see smiling faces and full stomachs. Thank you for all of you that attended, because even with all the good food n stuff at the party, its the guests that make it memorable. I do this thing for you guys every year, so thank you for coming.

Thank you to my cousin Tina and hubby Jeff, and good friends Crystal and Chris for helping out in the days before and the day of. You all were lifesavers for my sanity.

Here's to all of you for making this party a memorable one! I wish you all the warmest of the Christmas holiday wishes, good health,wealth, and for all of us to be here next year again for the big number 10!!! 10 years running, you know 2007's bash is gonna be big.

Mahalo to you all!!!!!!

Marc

D-Day

T's crossed, I's dotted and HE-double hockey sticks, all I have left is to do final day off cooking, host a party and pray. I'm gonna be glad when this is over and I can breathe again.
I'm going to go rip my hair out now and go to bed to toss and turn for 8 hours before my final 12 hours of hell begin.
Peace out party goers.

Dec 7th 1941

65 years ago, Dec 7th, 1941. Please remember those who lost their lives that peaceful day in Hawaii when we were forced into WWII.

God bless them all.

As if I'm not stressed out enough

I'm smack in the middle of my hell week, with the worst of it still to come. Hanging Christmas lights, decorating, re-arranging the house, prepping and pre-prepping, cleaning, stocking, baking, cooking, freezing, more cleaning, running errands, yardwork, the usual household chores and of course, my job. That's just the past 3 days too. I've been putting in my usual hours at work, plus another 5-8 hours of work a day at home, so it's no wonder that I'm a little stressed. I won't be able to relax until about 11pm Sunday night when shit is all done and I can enjoy a few cocktails with all of y'all. I have to go and pick my cuz and her husband up at the airport today for their trip out here for a few days, which will be a welcome visit, not just because they are family, but they will be able to help out when needed.

You figure that with all this stuff going on that the last thing I need is to have more drama get kicked down my way. Well I got some today. I can't go into details about the drama, but I will say this. I invite who I want to invite. I don't know of some people's personal pasts in relation to other guests, and honestly, I'd like to keep it that way. It's none of my fucking business. But when peeps have potential drama with other peeps, keep it on the DL, because I won't stand for drama here. I'll smack the shit out of y'all if you cause a problem in front of 40+ guests and neighbors, in my house, after I've busted my ass for over a month and well over a thousand bucks to do this. Don't bring it here...period. I won't be babysitting at my own fucking party.

That's all I have to say.

Oh! And, it's supposed to get down to 40 degrees at nite Sunday, bring a sweater or jacket.

RSVP

Today is the holiday party RSVP day! A good portion of you all did RSVP for the dinner portion of the event within good time! Thank you! As for the rest of the invitees, you are still welcome, but I cannot guarantee that there will be leftovers waiting for you opon arrival. Grab some burger king and come by for cocktails after ten.

RSVP'd for Dec 10th- (42 confirmed)

Dianna + 1, Laura, Misty +1, Bret, Mike +1, Fish, Nancy, Bill, Chris, Crystal, Drea, Ben, Matt +1, Ryan +1, Jen, Beth, Hilary, Arron +3, Skip, Gary & Sabina +1, Neil, Brian +1, Erin & Susan, Tina & Jeff, Paul +1, Beccah, Jason & Kristen.

Possible for later-mystery guests ( 35 )

Eris & Susan, Bruce and Laurie, Greg & Wendy, Mort & Claire, Vance & Lindsay, Kansas, Buddy, Smitty (token black guy!), Greg, Cobbler-Man, Jen & Trish, Doug, Whitney, Big E, Axl, Whitney S, T-Bone & Katie, Chef Mike & Rebecca, Jen & Mindy, Wade, Chuey, plus maybe 5 I may have missed.

This is slated to be the biggest turnout yet aside from the first time 9 years ago! I had no leftovers that time and I hope for the same this time around. People have been busy asking me if they can bring or do anything, and my answer is this- We (or a party in general) could always use extra ice,beer, firewood, hot (preferably nekkid) bitches or whatever you may think as fitting (except for food! There will be enough here!!!)

Gratzi!!!

I'll keep you posted up until gameday!

Fortnight

1)A fortnight is a unit of time equal to two weeks: that is 14 days, or literally 14 nights. The term is common in the British Isles and many Commonwealth countries, but rarely used in the United States. It derives from the Old English feowertiene niht, meaning "fourteen nights".
2)The standard period of time before Mr. Demelo's holiday party when the stresses build, plans come together and stuff starts getting done in a crazy, caffeine induced fit while juggling work, friends and finances that culminates in one crazy night.

Also see- Arrrrghhh!, I'm losing my mind, human stress levels, caffeine fits, perfectionist.

Sidenote- post fortnight- approximately 10:32 pm, Dec 10th 2006, when Mr. Demelo can finally relax, breathe again and get boldly trashed.

1 fortnight = 2 sennights (or two weeks)
1 fortnight = 336 hours
1 fortnight = 20,160 minutes
1 fortnight = 1,209,600 seconds

Cranberry bread and pussy soup

Ok, so last night I was supposed to hang out with Doug to acclimate him to working graveyard shifts at his new job by keeping him up, partying, maybe involving a tittie bar, til the wee hours of the morning. I get a text from him saying that he thinks he came down with whatever cold bug is floating around. Cool. What's not cool is that I didn't know that one could transmit germs through cell phones, cuz not too long after his text, I started feeling iffy. Stuffy nose, itchy throat, sinuses, slight cough. Dammit!

So I stayed home and did what I always do when I get sicky, pop a herbal and vitamin pill cocktail, down some green tea and knock myself out with Nyquil. 10 glorious hours of undisturbed sleep later, although I still know I have germs floating around in me, I feel like I kicked my cold's ass.

So today (weds), I switched shifts with Matt, he will work tonight for me, and I will work manana for him so he can go to the SEC championship in Georgia. What's on the agenda for today? I baked a bunch of cranberry nut breads for the holidays. Put em in the freezer, and use them or give them out at my leisure. Then, I set out on a new adventure, shopping around for a new toy. A hot tub to be precise. Ah the joys of a hot tub. Long soothing soaks, bubbles and jets working their magic on sore bodies. Add a bottle of booze, a sixer of beer, some tunes and a bunch of near nekkid random bitches and you got one thing my friends ...to quote Striker from his last letter home from basic training...

"Pussy soup". Mmmm, taste it!

Build it and it will come my friends. You want a banging house party? Get a pool. Want a more intimate setting that screams out your pimp status? Get a fucking spa.

yeah...it's on.

The killing fields

Chris entering Rye Creek

Sunday morning, half buzzed on vodka and soda water watching Sunday football, I mention to Chris if it's still dove and quail season. He answers with a definitive "yes" and a twinkle in his eye. We go ahead and decide then that we should pack up some gear and try our go at it one last time for the 2006 year on Monday morning. I pre-pack before the Sunday night game is over and try to head to bed at a reasonable time of midnight. Flash-forward to 630am.

I stammer awake while its still dark outside. Jenny gives me a look as she lies on the carpet still. It's a look of "what the fuck are you doing up???" If she only knew. She's anxious enough that there is camping gear laid out in the living room, hinting of me going somewhere. Anyways, I get dressed and motivated, Chris arrives, and we are off. Red bull and half of Chris's QT taquito for breakfast.
It's only an hour drive to Rye, but somehow, the drive seems longer. Usually we're making this drive in the pre-dawn hours on a camping trip, so I suppose daylight makes time slower.

Our choices are to hit either Rye creek or the Verde river flats near Gisela. We opt for Gisela first. A Podunk shithole of a mining town consisting of ranch properties, single and double wides, and about 40 homes spread out over the 2 square miles that make up this "town". We head in and out of town within about 4 blocks, hit the Verde river, turn right and park up on the plateau. Bad signs we shouldn't be here-get out, find that my camelback exploded all over my backpack and gear, my zipper breaks on my hunting vest, its freggin cold, and my knee just about goes out...and we haven't even left the truck yet. Within 20 minutes of humping around, we find nothing. Dee dee mao! Time to leave this place.
We split and head for greener pastures over at Rye Creek. A 10 minute drive up the road from Gisela, we are immediately greeted by flocks of quail crossing the road in front of us and a large, rare, "Labrador" sized coyote bounding along the hillside as we head towards our start point.
Our enthusiasm revived, we park at one spot, scout around for about 15 minutes, get back and head down to some fenced ranch property down in a nearby valley.
There are birds here, but the pickings are slim. We are arriving after a long 4 day holiday weekend and the killing fields are littered with spent shotshell, tufts of feathers and the occasional beer can. Looks like Joe Bob and his family got out of the trailer this weekend for a holiday turkey shoot.
No matter, we hike around for an hour or so, exploring various hillsides, ravines, grass fields, creeks and treelines for our prey. We see a handful. They are fatties. But they are flying fast and high today and are spooked easily from a distance. I think Chris got off 2 shots and I got off one the whole day, all misses. Overall though, it was good to get out and explore in some beautiful country again before it gets too chilly to head out. And I did end up getting a souvenir that I'd been longing for a while. Tucked in up a ravine switchback, at the end of a bone laden carcass trail, I finally found a skull. Took him home (officially named him Scully McGee. He'll join Dead Tony at the house.) along with another lucky old horseshoe, a handful of pictures and a good time...and a well deserved, early evening power nap before work.

Let's play a game called "how many dumps in a day"

Oh, the traditional American gorgefest that we love to call Thanksgiving? Giving thanks for what? A distended gut? Day long gas brewed from a plethora of yams, deviled eggs, stuffing and beer? Eating enough turkey filled tryptophane to knock you out faster than 3 Quaalude and a sixer?? No, matter, I look forward to it every year.

I started my day off after a few hours of sleep making my( now famous and asked for) fruit salsa and prepping yams for my second stop later on in the day. I grab my salsa and head over to one of our regulars house, Nancy. That woman puts out a spread I tell you- all the more unnecessary too. There was 12 people...12, there at dinner time. She made 4 turkeys, a ham, bowls(multiple) of yams, salad, stuffing, mashed taters and breads. Add a separate table just for appetizers and multiple coolers of beer and you could have fed an army. I had 2 gut buster plates and then took a plate home. I couldn't stay for dessert, not because I had to be somewhere else, but for the fact that I couldn't fit anymore in!!

I split at 4, head home and make the yams to bring down to our friends Crystal and Andrea's house. I show up and so far its just us three. The boys said they may make it later on. Crystal put out a good spread, actually, a impressive one for someone that not only hasn't cooked a dinner like this, but a turkey in general. Another plate of turkey and trimmings later and I needed a stomach pump. Fighting off the effects of cat allergies, I pass out on the sofa in a dreamland of turkey bliss. Drea busts out the super nintendo for nostalgia, and my interests are peaked enough to roll off the couch and play a game or two. Soon though, the turkey called my ass back to semi-conscious land on the couch.

I felt like seeing a movie, and getting out of the cat house, so Crystal took me up on an offer to rent a flick. I stopped by Hollywood and rented a thriller called Frailty. Never seen it. Don't think I will still...I got home and lasted another hour before I needed to pass the hell out. 4 cups of espresso and a power dump couldn't save my turkey stuffed ass, so it was time for yours truly to pass the hell out....

Thankful turkey day

Flashback to say 1989. I think you can say that was the last true, unadulterated Thanksgiving that our family enjoyed as a whole. All the kids were about to enter high school, but still naive enough that they still had childish playtime. Grandparents were still around, aunts, uncles and parents were younger, there was no drama. We'd all merge down at my grandparents house in East Redwood City on "B" street. They were my Dad's parents and didn't really speak a lick of English. The furniture in the living room would be moved and tables and chairs put in to link the kitchen and dining room through to the end of the living room to accommodate everyone.

Before leaving to drive the few miles to the house, my mom was in charge every year for making the ham and most of the desserts. Brown sugar pineapple ham, now my staple at the holiday parties that I throw. Thank her for that one. Pumpkin pies and chocolate silk pies, cherry pies. We'd haul it all down there and join 9 of my dad's 12 brothers and sisters and 16 cousins, 2 grandparents, about 7 family friends and their kids for a typical Portuguese Thanksgiving. The bird would be cut and served along side my mom's ham, a seafood rice dish, salad, bread rolls, cranberry sauce, mashed potatoes, stuffing, vegetables and other more ethnic Portuguese dishes. Before anyone even touched the food, Grandma would say a prayer, in Portuguese to the table, and then my father (the true head of the family) would say a blessing. In simple terms his blessing was, and still is (in broken English) " Dear Lord, we thank you for gathering all of us here today. We are fortunate that we are able to all be here, as a family, in good health and good spirits. Let us enjoy our time together today and for all of us to once again be here a year from now."

Pretty simple isn't it?

Outside of the first 5 words, it isn't a religious statement, but a simple statement of thanks. A statement of love for family and friends, of respect and love, and goodwill to those that we hold closest to ourselves. That is what Thanksgiving should always be. Not a day to be viewed at a chance to start the holiday shopping the following day, or to have a day off work, or to go out and get wasted. It is a day that should be held in the utmost anticipation, for who knows what the future would bring to you in the following year? Someone may not be there next time.

I see more and more that people forget, or don't know the true meaning of gathering for T-Day, or the holidays in general.

You don't miss it until it's gone. My family stopped doing things that way in the years after that one. Kids went to college, got married, or aunts got divorced, or family members got disowned. The last straw was when Grandpa passed on. Now everyone does their own micro-family holiday. My godparents are without their daughters who are away now and don't have anything planned. The older cousins have their own families now. My parents are literally on the highway as I write this, driving to a casino near Sacramento to play in a slot tournament and eat their Thanksgiving dinner in a hotel/casino. Me? I haven't been home for this holiday since 1994. It's a sacrifice I make yearly at work so I can guarantee that I am home for Christmas. I'll be spending this year at friend's houses. What a bar customer coined as a "misfit Thanksgiving". I don't agree with that. There's nothing misfit about it. I am visiting these people on this day because they are my extended family. Even though they may not be blood to me, they have earned my respect, care and honest love as friends.

The turkey may be burned, or out of a TV dinner box, but that's not what is important. It's my family. Something that should be important to you also.

Take care of yourselves today, be safe, and thankful.

A 47 lb cock and a parole hearing

I got out of work last night and decided to take my bro Doug's offer to hang out sometime. I gave him a call and wanted to do something after I got home at 7. He called back saying that he would get home around 745. Cool, time to take a shower and scrub the sack and make a beer run. I hit up Fry's and grabbed a 6er of Pete's new seasonal brew "Wanderlust"-a pale cream ale. Tasty treats I tell you, I'll have to look around more for it. I also got him a gift, a bottle of my favorite vinos- Rex Goliath's 47 pound cock! A wine collection ain't nothing until it has a 47 lb cock in it. It's a pretty good merlot, dark and rich, but not overly sweet and not too dry...almost perfect. And at $6 a bottle, its even better. Where else can you get to chug a 47 lb cock for $6?? Well, maybe south Phoenix...and have a buck left over for bus fare home.

Doug's girl ( almost common law spouse!) Karna was travelling to Michigan to spend the holiday with family,so I had the boy to myself for a few hours before he crashed out from a long days work.

It was cool, we caught up on Ryan, family stuff, talked about bitches and titties, got him signed up for a blog site, and made an old school beer inspired taco bell run. I ended up splitting out of there at 1030 and go a hold of Chris, Drea and Crystal to come over for a few and hang out. Papi was hitting the jack hard last night, guess the holiday crunch is on at work. I get the feeling that I'll find out for myself tonight, being one of the busiest bar nights of the year...day before Thanksgiving, no work or school manana, people on vacation, getting wasted. Good, I need the cash. Time to pay off party expenses.

Captain Unmotivated

I have a problem that I can't seem to shake. Granted, I'm lazy like everyone else at times, and I love to sleep, but lately, especially the past 4 months, I just can't get motivated to do anything. I can remember the feelings of waking up and getting ready to take the day head on. There was an initial spark of life that I don't seem to have any longer. All I feel like doing lately is, well, nothing. If that! I've been napping more, and sleeping longer at night. One problem may be sleeping habits. I don't get good sleep. I'll sleep for 7-10 hours, but will only get good solid sleep for 3-4 of those hours as the rest of the time is spend shifting around, being uncomfortable, too hot, too cold, an arm would fall asleep, Jenny would wake me up, I'd be thirsty..etc....

Doing daily chores seems to be a literal chore...I'll postpone laundry (I've had a load in the dryer now for 2 days unfolded), taking out the trash, washing a dish. It's like a car that's only firing on 4 cylinders instead of all 6.

Even the prospect of exciting things are not there to motivate me, throwing a party, upcoming Christmas holidays, finding or making money, talking to my folks or the potential prospect of a hot chick at the bar thinking I'm cute. It just isn't there.

Bad diet? I'm not eating bad per say. I could always eat more fruits and veggies, but I'm not eating fast foods. I eat a lot of fish and chicken, salads, milk, cheese and juice. Only carbonated drinks I have outside of the occasional beer is a redbull before work and calorie free soda water.

Entry into your 30's depression? Possibly. I'm not very happy right now. Not that anything bad is happening, just not very happy. It's been a veritable "Switzerland" in my head as of late, with things being damn neutral.

I don't know what it is, but I need to start doing something to change what is going on around here.

Take a hike Jack!

(Papago Park)

Well, the morning started off half way decent for once as I got up, got motivated and ready to go to Papago park to hike around for a little. I had planned on going with another person/persons, but it turned out to be just Miss Jenny and I. Weather was warm, about 78 at 2pm, sunny and clear skies. There was plenty of people out at the park today from joggers, walkers, rock climbers, weekend warriors, mountain bikers and other dog walkers. I went around the park at a good pace for about an hour and was able to work up a good sweat. Jenny enjoyed being out there, with all the fresh new smells and tracks, random poos and rabbit turds.

(Ben "staying alive")

Afterwards, I ended up coming home and chilling for a bit, realizing that after negotiating rocky paths for an hour, by boot had chaffed off the skin on my ankle bone on my right foot. Feels great I tell you.

I placed a liquor order through my boss, Greg, for the holiday party, and then tried to touch base with people as to what was going on for fun at night.

I ended up meeting up with Mike and Ben at work at 8 to go bowling up in north Scottsdale. We picked up a stray at work, one of our regulars named Jeb, to come with us, and after a round of shots and drinks, we were off to bowl.

We get to the alley, and settle in on lane 25, buy a pitcher of brew, get our shoes on, and grab our balls. (you sickos).

Since Jeb, is well...vertically challenged, we named him Frodo. In suit, we named all of us after gay Lord of the Rings characters, less for me...they named me Lando Calrissian. 3 LOTR (lord of the rings) characters and one oddball white guy named after a black character in Star Wars. Yes, its gay, funny none the less.

We knock out two games with Mike taking the first one and I the second. The third game, as per true Lando-style, I blow ass and come in last. I tells ya, my second game is the best always-and with that game yesterday, I landed a personal best score of 178!

That last game we all bet on eachother, did a bunch of stupid shit and general tomfoolery. We leave there and head back to Giligins where we met up with Chris and Crystal. Got a cocktail and some fries and pretty much called it a night after a long day.

Communism, Jesus and Pabst Blue Ribbon

I was sitting at home yesterday on my day off doing what I usually do, nothing big, lurking around on the Internet with the occasional visit to random perverted porn sites, when I go to showup.com and research what's going on around town. Nothing. Ok, I go to the Tempe Improv's website and find out that Dave Attell is in town and I think I wanna go Sunday, but nobody is performing today. On a random whim, I go to the Rhythm Room's webcalendar and see that there is (what I think of as) an obscure bad called the Red Elvises playing at 9pm for $10. Cool, I try to round up heads to go, but the only available person is Crystal once again. We head out to the joint. I was surprised to see the initial wait at the door for entry. They actually had people waiting for them to open the doors. No biggie, we stand in line for about 20 minutes before heading in and paying the cover.

The stage is getting set up as we find a seat, as well as a couple of cocktails for only $ 7.50.

The crowd is eclectic, a mix of bikers and accountants, some of which as we saw on the dance floor, are really confined by their office cubicles. Young, and old, straight and flaming gay. I guess these guys have a diverse following. After a bit, we notice that the place is really full. Standing room only in a few minutes. Soon the place is flooded with jibba jabber and a cloud of smoke. Finally they get ready and make a non-descript entrance through the crowd and get on stage. Non-descript outside of the black and white velore zebra print tux the lead is wearing.

Enter Red Elvises, a rokenrol revolution from Siberia.

The only American in the band is the drummer. The rest hail from parts of the former USSR and defected here. A mix of Elvis (of course), rockabilly, Brian Setzer and a polka band (accordion included), they wailed out eerily addicting and catchy cover tunes as well as mostly their own creations in heavy Russian accents. After the second song, we couldn't see the band anymore due to the packed dance floor. Crowd involvement and mood was through the roof. They sang songs about drinking and women, prostitutes, Mary Jane, sad cowboys and a drunk Jesus. They were joined in the middle of "Drinking with Jesus" by a audience member who pretty much looked like the Savior himself, pounding a corona and blessing the stage.

Hell, they even started a conga line, and played a wicked waltz.

How could have I known that I would join the Red army this night, all for $10.

"caulk" blok

Staying in stride with the home improvement angle, Sunday I finished trimming all the hedges in the front (he, hee, power tools!) and got it all looking landscaper grade. I suppose now with the proper tools, I shall no longer need to go out and hire a gardener every three months for major maintenance. Chris pops over at noon as I finish out front and we head inside and grab a beer and watch a little football before deciding what to do for the day. I guess we decide on day drinking.

We head up to Zipps in Scottsdale and grab a bucket of beers on special and a sandwich while watching various games and a good handful of assorted trim walking around the bar.

After lunch we leave and head over to my work for more cocktails. I meet up with a bunch of regulars at the bar watching the Saints/Steelers game. Chris makes friends with a couple of other regulars. I'm trying to drum up some girl friends to party with during the night time hours and we are put on hold til peeps get out of work or otherwise. Meantime I tell Chris that we should move the party to home.

We head home, stop by Trader Joe's for some vino and Xmas party supplies on the way.

Need to pace for the possibility of going all night long. Pound some iced tea and sober the rest of the way up while I throw on a vast assortment of animal carcasses on the BBQ while Chris manages the fire pit in the yard. The peeps we invited couldn't make it and took a rain check for a later date.

Chris crashes and goes home.

I wake up today feeling pretty rested, but clogged up. Either allergies or I'm starting to get the bug that everyone and their mother has right now. I start to get motivated to do shit. I clean house today, take out trash, do some minor work in the garage, go to the bank, the video store and the mailbox. Biggest project of the day though was scraping and attempting to re-caulk the master bathroom shower stall. Man I'm sorry, but Arizona water is harder than me after being strapped to a chair and forced to have a 6 ft tall amazon babe grind on me for 4 hours while I'm watching an endless loop of midget on girl dressed like a nun porn.

I'm using tools ranging from a toothbrush, putty knife to a dremel grinder. I get a good amount of the crust off, suck it all up with the shop vac and then bust out the caulk gun and attempt to seal it. I'll see tomorrow if it worked or not after it dries.

Next project should be (and the only one left standing) finding and patching all the small to medium cracks.

Home Improvement

Ahh the feeling of having a new house. Well, at least the look of a new home. $2400 later, the house got a fresh coat of paint. It looks tits now! I also stick out more now with a different color scheme because before all 8 houses around me were the same color. Now I'm the odd one. Good! Screw conformity! The work was done in 3 days by a crew of two to three. Not bad at all, and they did great work.

On more home improvement fronts, I finished installing the garden on the side of the house by tearing up the dog run, installing a new drip system and planting some new trees and various plants. What's weird is that my kitchen is more of a garden than the outside now. I have like 10 large plants inside, which is cool, it brings some life in the place, and if things go well, I'll have strawberries and tomatoes in a few months.

I also just finished repairing the outside ceiling fans on the patio. The blades all needed to be refinished and painted. I did and colored them with my Alma mater- ASU colors, so GO DEVILS! I unfortunately also found out that a good way to NOT clean the ceiling fans is to shoot them with directly with the garden hose. I ended up shorting out the breaker for 3 days. It finally dried out enough today that everything worked again.

Speaking of electricity, I have a new favorite tool. Say hello to the joys of electric hedge clippers! I'm shearing more bush than a triple X Ron Jeremy porno now. Of course though, what does my dumb ass do in the first 10 minutes of using it? Accidentally cut through the electrical cord. Lesson learned and cord patched, let the fun commence. I'll finish the other half of the bushes manana.

Once I get the outside situated, it'll be time to do some minor stuff inside like crack patching and painting.

Oh, BTW, now that things are in motion, I'm starting to shop for a hot tub. Oh, all you ladies of Scottsdale beware! It's gonna be on!

Peace out!

Urgent Change

Hey y'all. I've been thinking of the date of the party and have decided to push the party back ONE day. Why? The majority of the guests would be co-workers, and holding it on a Saturday night would prevent 90% of the staff from going seeing that Saturday night is the busiest night of the week at the bar. Secondly, since the majority of the guests show up from 7-11, late night disturbances with neighbors don't matter anyways and since most people leave by midnight, staying up late isn't a problem for those who have to work in the morning. THAT said, I guess I had the original date right all along. SUNDAY, DEC 10TH is now SET in stone. Mark your calendars. I am printing out invitations and will start giving them out on Weds.

That is all...carry on.

Fork U!

I'm an entertainer. It's in my nature as a giving person to want to take care of my friends, co-workers, girlfriends, dates, potential dates and even as far as mere acquaintances. I put out a spread, plan stuff out, and treat those people with the utmost hospitality whenever I have people over for a party or some form of get-together. I don't do it to impress, or to brag, or to gain friends, fame or to suck up to people. My Mom is the same way, that's where I learned this habit. And just like my Mom, I've been turning out a really good time when I do schedule something, but as usual lately, people have been flakes. Mom stopped entertaining years ago because NOBODY showed up anymore. The invitation was out there, people showed interest and she set on planning something, prepping and doing what not...all for nothing.

Same shit is happening here. I've been busy the last few weekends with personal stuff, so Sunday football hasn't happened, sorry. But even before that, the past Sundays haven't had the turnout that I thought it would be. Today was the topper. In addition to the standing invite I threw on here on the blog site back before the season even started and on my calendar on Myspace saying that y'all are welcome every Sunday unless noted, I grabbed a handful of friends and let them know that I was trying to have them over this morning. Half said cool, they would make it, and the other half had no response. Then the half that said they would show, didn't this morning. The one true friend that was courteous enough to call and cancel had a valid excuse, so Chris, you are still cool and always will be.

I find this out after I wake up early after closing last night, getting 4 hours of sleep, and am in the kitchen making homemade guacamole, hand stuffed cream cheese jalapenos, and prepping 2 slabs of baby back ribs. All of which I am now cooking for myself.

So listen up, and listen well...I'm FUCKING TIRED OF THIS SHIT!! Football mornings are officially cancelled. I'm tired of going out of my way to do all this stuff for people who Dirty Ryan says, "Don't give a fuck about Marc". I'll save my money now, get some more sleep on Sundays, and truly find out exactly who my friends are, or go out and get some new ones.

Makes me wonder why I even still throw my annual holiday party too...

Whatever.

November Update

Breaking news about the Christmas party, scheduling and me folks. The party planning is in full swing, menu planned, the invitations are designed and made and will be delivered next weekend...if you are one of the chosen ones to go! Don't feel too bad if you don't get an invite, I can't feed everyone I know..jeez!

In case you didn't get the correction, the announcement date was wrong. I said the party is on Sat Dec 10th. The correct date is Sat Dec 9th.

Upon the onset of the pre-party month, this is the time of year where I unfortunately disappear off the radar screen for 4 weeks. Why? Dedication to other stuff.

This party is an annual big deal and costs me a pretty penny. It's definitely worth it, but I need to scrape and save to plan, design and purchase for the event. It usually costs me anywhere between $400- $1000 to throw, plus I start doing my Christmas present shopping this time of year, plus bills and personal expenses. In addition to that this year, I gave my cousin Tina and her husband Jeff an early Christmas present by flying them out here for the party, so that puts a little more sting in the wallet.

I'm sorry, I tend to try and spoil my friends at Christmas, which isn't a bad thing...til I get the bills.

What I'm trying to say is that I won't be going out for a while.

That helps out with a lot of other things here at the homestead too. My house is scheduled to get started to be painted on Monday morning next week, and I'm currently renovating the front and side yard by re-installing the drip system and extending it around the side to start planing a garden area.

House re-arranging, organizing, cleaning, fixing, repairing, etc...

This is also the time of year where I typically slim down too. Staying on course with the diet, trying to exercise more (housework is work dammit!), saving money and spending time playing with Jenny.

So needless to say, if you want to see me around, arrange it to come by and hang here at Casa Demelo. Don't forget, it IS still football season! And I do still have Sundays off!!

That said, keep up with the Jones' here at my blog site til I see you around folks.

I'm pulling the plug & I'm out!

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" Damn, I don't get it! That plane just fell off the radar grid!"

oops!! Party correction!

Sorry, I goofed, the 9th annual holiday social is Saturday Dec 9th ( not Saturday the 10th)!!!
I looked at the calendar wrong. Change your plans accordingly...sorry!

Hawaiian Fusion

A theme and a menu plan has been formulated for this year's holiday social in December. It will be a fusion between the typical semi-formal party atmosphere and standard menu with a distinctly Hawaiian flare. The dress will be somewhat different and the menu slightly altered. What a better thing to do in the cold December blues that to be somewhat tropically infused eh? Start shopping for nice Hawaiian shirts and dresses. I think Arizona Mills still has a Hilo Hatties store- even though you could find it cheaper online.

Back to the real world pt 2 -welcome to middle aged

Upon arrival back in town Monday afternoon, I de-gear, hose down the truck, start doing laundry, wash the gear, the dog and finally my stanky ass. I load up pics on the CPU and start updating stuff before crashing out around 1130, but not before counting down my last few minutes as a 20 yr old. Midnight hits and I'm officially 30. No big pomp and circumstance, I don't feel older (except for my thrown out back) or wiser, nor do I look any older than I did the day before. I get a few select midnight texts from a few friends wishing happy birthday and fall asleep.

I get my sore ass up in the morning and get ready for work. I head in and nothing special happens at work. Regulars wish me well and that's about it. I try to arrange plans for my birthday night, but as it turns out with my immediate circle of close friends, most are either sick or can't afford to go out. Well, I'm not gonna sport my own cash for my own birthday bash, that's kinda lame, so I resort on coming home after work and chilling for a bit before telling everyone to meet up at the bars later for a birthday cocktail.

My birthday dinner consisted of a pretty tasty peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

I text everyone and tell them I'm heading out. I show up at work in costume (as a soldier- big surprise) alone and grab a cocktail and a complimentary jager shot. I shoot the breeze with Paul, my doorman and Cheryl, one of my servers that are on duty. Eventually my Ex Crystal, Drea and a couple of Drea's friends show up. Crystal is dressed in a sexy Army dress uniform that she custom made, and I have to say that she looked damn fucking hot. At this point in time, we're all hanging, a round of shots come, and then we get some food. Some more of my staff shows up, off duty, and pretty wasted. Chuey, our midget and Retard Mike cruise in. Mike is tanked. Pardon me, wasted. He gets me a few rounds of birthday drinks over the next few hours. I slow and start to sober up. I tell the gang to hold tight and I'm heading across the street to the sandwich company and grab myself a Philly to grind on. Its tasty, damn tasty. It'll kill ya faster that a bullet, but its worth the taste sensation.

I head back to the bar to check on the gang. They're tanked. Tanked, and they didn't make plans to choose a DD. Guess who may get to play driver. One of Drea's friends starts to sober up to drive and I volunteer to take a tipsy Crystal home.

It was one of those nights that just didn't seem to come together too well. Chris was ill enough to go to the doctor and not go out, so there went my DD. Money was tight on everyone (including me) so no big dinner got planned. I had originally envisioned a big shebang and entry into my 30's with drunken debauchery, but instead i entered into my 3rd decade with a little more than a whimper. I am thankful though that I had the friends I had to celebrate with. That did put a smile on my face and I suppose that is what's important. Welcome to a subdued start to middle-agedom.

Back to the real world pt 1

Well, I'm back from 5 days of not giving a damn about nothing here in the real world. Yes, a half drunken, noshing of snacks, napping in the daytime sunshine, soothing creek listening world got left up there upon my return to civilization.

I ended up heading up there after working last Wednesday night, packing up the truck, slamming 2 rockstars and a coffee and hitching my ex Crystal a ride up there early Thursday morning. We get up there and set up camp. It was nice that day, as was all the days up there. 72 degrees, a faint breeze on occasion, with mostly cloudless skies.

Our camp was instantly named "camp Danger" upon arrival. Why? There was no danger there. Apparently with there sites up here, people tend to try and "reserve" public land for their own camping/hunting needs. Per example- Camp Lazlo down the road. There folks have had the same 5 motor home trailers parked there for like the past month or so at a large open shaded area. Then they cruise up on the weekends for their own uses with their trucks/atv's, etc... They should learn to share. Anyways, when we arrived on this site, someone had put a short, single string of red "danger" tape across a few trees in attempt to scare off people from potentially taking their camping spot. Well, my trusty knife quickly negotiated the problem and we were in. Idiots...

After setting up camp, we cracked a few drinks, cooked up a few sausages and got a quick fire going as sunset arrived. We ended up crashing early that night around 930- well hell, i never did go to bed the night before.

Papi rolls up in the early morning hours and wakes up our snoozing asses with an affectionate, "wake up bitches!" We stumble out of the tent and I greet Chris with a beer can cheers. We shoot the breeze as Papi assesses my choice for a campsite over then next few beers. We set his stuff up, grill up a few more brauts for lunch and then settle in for the night of chatting, joking and jack n cokes.

Saturday rolls in after a good night's sleep and we expect the rest of the crew to roll in. Ryan arrives first. He's his typical quiet IT guy self. I know his humor well enough that if I can crack a joke about hi-tech stuff or online gaming that I can get a good chuckle out of him, plus a guiness or 4 loosens him up too. While they hang, Crystal and I make a run down to Payson for some supplies. Driving into town I see that traffic is actually a little heavy for this small town, bringing into the realization that urban sprawl has even progressed up to these little small towns. We are able to check our phones here and find out that 'Drea and Laura are in town at the Wal-Mart. We get gas and a quick Dairy Queen treat before heading to Wal-Mart ourselves to stock up (and to get a air mattress to eliminate our bruised hips from sleeping on the ground). Drea and Laura say that they wouldn't wait for us and will head up ahead of us. After 40 minutes shopping, we leave and strangely, run into the girls on the road outside of Wally world. Laura looks freggin pissed the hell off. Apparently there was a navigation mishap and they took the wrong turn. We pull in front and take them up the road and into camp. The girls are happy to be here and out of the truck finally.

We settle them in and then they whip out some birthday presents! Woo Hoo! I gets a cool Tshirt and some really cool games! Of course we had to bust the games ou for a quick couple of rounds in the afternoon. While we play, a surprise visitor arrives. Our bud Meyers actually made it out of work for a day and a half. Straight out of work and no time to pack, he threw his tent and a bag in the cab and headed up. It was officially on now. After everyone got settled in for the night, we all cooked up some fajitas and then busted out the cards for a kings tournament. Drunken debauchery ensued, as well as the girls dominating over the boys and totally humiliating and razing us. Ryan got stoopid drunk, pretty much to the stumbling point wherein we almost ha to cut him off. (which is nearly impossible camping in the middle of nowhere) Everyone got drunked out, and started to pass out so we called it a night.

Sunday morning arrived, got the morning started by getting my drink on as I should have the night before. Managed to get the Cardinals game on the radio and it was "Matt Leinart" time. Yes, its a boozing game. Will explain at another time. The boys went out on their own and Papi drove Crystal and Drea to town for stuff. That left Laura and I to hold up camp. Or should I say Laura only as I went and passed the hell out in the tent after throwing my back out earlier and drinking the pain away. Sunday was a subdued day and night. Half of us were recovering from the night before. Ryan and Greg left that night to go to work Monday. Chill night around the fire. Nobody was really talking about anything, and we spend most of that night either playing toss with Jenny or staring at the fire deep in our own thoughts. Before crashing out and gathering our things Monday afternoon to head back to civilization, a warm cleansing shower and a comfy bed and my last night as a 20 something yr old.

Back to the world and a new decade

I'm back from 5 days of carefree camping out in the sticks. Great times and good memories.
I'm loading the pics now on shutterfly and will post out the pics soon. Meantime, I've got about 45 minutes left of my 20's left and after a long 5 days, I'm tired and am gonna crash out. After all, I have to work manana morning (yes, I am working on my birthday).
It's all good though, cuz after I'm off, the official party is gonna pop off Halloween B-day style!
I'm sure ther'll be pics of that too. Boy...
Welcome to middle age Marc.

Day long fly-by

(Me in front of the Navy WWII corsair)

Man, what a day on Sunday. No football or drinking though this time.

I get off at work on Saturday at 4am only to come home and take a 45 minute nap. I get up at 6am, meet up with Chris and we head out to Goodyear for the airshow spectacular!! I pound down 2 rockstars and get some energy flowing. We watched the news the night before and saw that the organizers this year made a mess of the event. We took our chances anyways.

We get there, park the jeep in the dirt lot and are amazed of how dusty the parking lot was. We didn't know we'd be sitting in the same stuff. The organizers decided in their infinite wisdom, to move the airshow from the site in Glendale (which was large, completely paved and had a good parking area) to the old Naval base in Goodyear ( a Naval base in AZ?? yes...). The airport was significantly larger, but unpaved. You walked on dirt the whole time. To add to it, the parking area was a mile away and they tried to use shuttles to bring the people in. 10 school busses and 4 private vehicles to shuttle 30,000 people. Um, yeah...

So, we get to the main concourse, find a spot on the flight line fence and then go wandering off to explore. There was a larger number of planes at this years show. A lot of really, really cool WWII planes. Most of which you could actually come up, touch, stick your head under the bomb bays, etc. We explored from 8-10am, then pulled up in our seats for the show. The show starts and we turn around to see that the crowd has grown from the 1000 when we arrived to about the 20,000+ that surrounded us now.

That's when some problems arose. 20,000+ peeps on a hot dirt lot = a permanent dust cloud for 8 hours. I must have ingested 5 lbs of dust. It covered everything. Well, my sunblock, allergies, bright sunshine and dust mixed in my right eye, which then proceeded to swell shut for he rest of the day. But, the show I saw through my one eye was phenominal. I took some awesome pics and vids on my camera, which I'll post shortly on shutterfly and my sites soon.

We ended the show with watching the Blue Angels perform. These guys are adrenaline crazed crackheads with a death wish. The pucker-factor of some of the stunts they pulled made my shorts get sucked up in my ass. Strictly awesome.

We left, or at least tried to. 20,000+ leaving through one exit on limited shuttles. Niiice. We wait in line for our shuttle for 25 minutes and moved 20 ft. The past two days at the show, they refused to let people walk off due to being at a secure area, but this time they said fuck it. So we hoofed it the mile and a half to the jeep. Looking back to see that throng of people it reminded me of a herd of freggin buffalo (which there was some heffers there that day) or of Moses leading his people out of Egypt.

We get to the jeep, drive home, hit Native for wings and a beer, then I head home to wash off the dust and pass out by 1030. All in all, a great day, from the one eye I could see out of. I'd do it all again though in a heartbeat.

Maverick, call the ball

Yay! The Glendale airshow is manana! Papi and I are gonna be up at the butt-crack of dawn to drive out to Litchfield Park at 6am to check out the airshow. We'll be out there til 5pm watching some of America's finest machines streak through the sky. After that we'll spend a little time planning out this week's camp trip.

Peace out Maverick!

My dad's dumb luck.

Sadly, my folks departed today to head back to Cali. They'll spend a day or two at my aunt's beach house in Oceanside before heading back to the cold, frigid tundra of SF that they hate to return to.

I swear, my Dad has the Midas touch. Or at least its uncanny dumb luck. On the way here to AZ, they had a free room in a casino in Palm Springs. They crashed there and played for 2 days. Dad leaves there with $5800 that he won off a nickel slot machine. That's a lot of fucking nickels. Not that I'd mind. It I'd won that much, I'd happily sit on my ass for 2 days straight rolling rolls of nickels. He should be happy that they don't actually give out the coins any longer. All he had to do was cash in a slip of paper.

Anyways, last Thursday we decide to head out to Gila River casino here in AZ. I invite my ex to join the fray since she's not doing anything. At the very least it was good company to have since I don't gamble. I'll just sit at the bar and enjoy cocktails. We were there about 2 hours. I lose $50 playing nickels and I'm done and pissed. Dad is playing away on a machine when I mention that we should all go soon. Mom is losing and is getting tired. Dad says to wait 5 minutes. He has 250 credits on his machine after starting with 100. We hang tight for a few and then come back to see what he's up to. He's up to 750 credits. That's cool. He either wants to get to 800 or down to 700. He gets to 704 before calling it quits. Hey, 700 quarters isn't bad. But wait! He and I are fooled! We think that he's playing a quarter machine, but when he gets his slip printed, turns out her was playing on a dollar machine. Jackass!!!! Dumb ignorant luck I tell you. He just gets $700 bucks. We laugh all the way home.

It was very pleasant to have them here for a bit. I would have liked them to stay longer, but Dad is Dad and when he wants to leave, its time to go.

We got a lot accomplished while he was here outside of spending quality time with the rents. We fixed the drip system, renovated the front yard a little, patched some walls up in the garage, looked at some income properties, met up with Rita our realtor, and even put a conditional bid on a property (which fell apart when the owners wouldn't negotiate).

Had dinner every night with each other, enjoyed the beautiful weather and each other. Seeing what they both went through in the past 2 months, they looked really good. Mom had moments of weakness, but it was just her being tired. I could tell she was happy. Jenny got spoiled rotten by them, and I have to admit, so did I. I was in a better mood all week, eager to get home and hang with them, and saddened to see them leave this morning.

The rents and a 3 day update

So I get a call from the rents on Thursday telling me that they are going to attempt a drive out to Palm Springs to pay a casino a visit. Ah yes..some people respond well to medicine, some to love and family, some on the sheer refusal to feel sickly. My folks on the other hand rebound easily when there is mention of a possible trip to a casino. Less than 2 weeks out of surgery with a potential life threatening situation, my Mom says screw the morphine, get me in front of a freggin slot machine!!!
They made it to Palm Springs on Friday and stayed for their two free nights there. My Dad's ricockulous dumb luck strikes again, this time for $5800 in jackpots on nickel slots. That's a lot of fucking nickels. Pure profit on this one, started winning off the bat.
With their gambling account fat and happy again, they made it out here to the desert on Sunday afternoon.
I had invited a few select friends over for Sunday football that morning, but the only person not busy was Crystal. Ironically, she meets the parents as a current ex. Strange, yes, uncomfortable, no. We've been getting over the uncomfortable awkwardness of the post-break up and have been able to talk again, and even hung out briefly once or twice.
Anyways, Crystal splits, leaving me and the folks to chew the fat for the rest of the night. I make them Choppino for dinner. A tasty seafood stew with plenty of fish, crab, calimari, mussels and potatoes. They are spent and crash early. I stay up for a bit and decide to head out to Scottsdale for a few minutes to at the very least grab my paycheck and check my schedule. I head up to work, do the said tasks, and hang out having a beer talking with Ben who's working door that night. He needed some extra cash, so he asks to take my Tuesday morning shift. I oblige, knowing that I probably won't miss the $30 bucks. It's lame and I'm tired, so I head home and crash out.
Now then...let me explain something about my pop. Dad is a stubborn workhorse. His ideas of vacation don't include sunny beaches, mountain retreats, sitting on cruise ships sucking down a mai tai. If he isn't doing chores, fixer-uppers, or something productive, he's not very happy. That said, he and I have taken on various projects around the house. Past 2 days we have dug up, overhauled and repaired the ailing drip system in the front yard. By the middle of the day today, I wanted to stuff a bunch of C4 in the pipes and blow the fucker up, along with half the plants in the front. 3 trips to the hardware stores trying to fix various parts ranging from $7 to $40. What turned out to work to fix one of the major problems? Taking one of the existing parts-a three cent pump spring, and stretching out the tension a little. Let the celebrations and cursing commence. Drip system done.
While we were working on the system, I was trying out some new recipes for dinner tonight. Slow cooked, Hawaiian style Imu pulled pork. If it works well, its a possible future candidate for a Holiday party menu item. I'm basically waiting on the outcome of tonight's meal to generate a party menu and theme. Speaking of, I gotta go pull some pork out of the oven and mash up some sweet potatoes.

X'plorin

In a dazed mindset Wednesday night at work hopped up on rockstars and irate customers, I decided that I should get the hell out of Phoenix for at least half a day and do some exploring up north past Payson and maybe a little south in the high desert. So, I leave work at 3:15 in the morning and head home.
I grab a backpack with basic emergency supplies, my rifle, some warmer clothes, a small cooler with water and drinks, my dog and I leave home at 6 am. Pull up into the Mesa QT and fuel up the truck and I. A vitamin B pill, jalepeno bagel dog, double strength mocha and a rockstar later and I'm plenty awake.
The drive is actually fast and pleasant. Jenny is passed out behind me, occasionally shoving her nose in the jumpseat window leaving snot trails on the glass to try and smell the air. The sun is starting to burst over four peaks as I stream up north, passing up a roadkill smorgasboard of coyotes, rabbits, skunks and I think one porcupine. As soon as I pass four peaks, the temperature drops ten degrees. It's chilly and I actually drive with the window mostly up.
An hour later I get up to Payson. The sleepy town is just starting to wake up. People out walking in heavy coats, and its rush hour on the road- which means there is like 30 cars driving around. I see that they are having their Western Heritage Day and festival this Saturday. Interesting. Sucks I'm stuck working that night. Would have been fun.
I head north still, exiting Payson and get immersed in the Ponderosa. It's a quick 13 mile drive to my turnoff at Pine for the control road. I make it there quick and head down the 6 miles of dirt to the camp area we want to use. My fear is that the past year's Bryn fire had destroyed much of that area as they had it closed for quite some time. Half the road is smooth, and then as soon as I passed a man working on a grader, it got a rough. I make it to Webber Creek though. I pass a few sites we thought about using for larger groups, one of which is residing 3 large tow trailer homes. Guessing hunters, lazy ones at that. Ones that live close by, but park their trailers for use on the weekends so they guarantee they have a spot. I roll past them and park at our Camp Jethroe- home of the 3rd annual drunken squirrel call championships. Its cold. Well, 50 degrees cold. I'm used to 90. Its nice and I quickly adapt. Jenny goes nuts and explores. The site is smaller than I remember. Definitely greener. It has rained recently up here. The creek is flowing and the water is dirty, the usual for the morning hours, it'll be clear again in the afternoon. Why it does that? I dunno. Amazingly, the site is clean. A random- and I mean random bottle cap or cig butt is around and some busted glass, but all localized in one area. I take in the atmosphere for a few. The only sounds I hear are the morning birds waking up and the constant soothing flow of the creek. It's like one of those relaxation CD's you hear at the Discovery store. Only this is live and free.
I split and head back along the way I came. Halfway down the road I stumble across a herd of elk across the road. One tough one stops and stares and gives me a photo op. Snap. See above.
Back on the highway I head back south. A mile away the Tonto Natural Bridge state park is to the right. I turn in to investigate, and realize that there is a fee to be paid and they may not allow firearms, so I chose not to go this time.
Back through Payson, I head to Mt. Ord and Bushnell Tanks before heading home. I explored the backcountry road of Mt Ord for about 6 miles in. It went from desert to ponderosa pines in 1/6th that distance. You are ascending with a quickness. The road is rough, really rough, but navigable. No campsites though, just a road. Several occasions offer breathtaking views of the Tonto Basin and north to the Rim. I head back and want to once again try Bushnell Tanks. Bushnell has been closed for almost 2 years now due to really bad fires. This past summer brought the Edge fire close to there and kept it closed again. The park service took down the flimsy barbed wire and shotty metal gate keeping it closed and installed heavy duty steel barricades and locked swing gates.
All my energy is sapping quickly, and I need to head home. The drive is quick. The fall asleep is much quicker.