My personal war with Best Buy has come to a dramatic conclusion. I am now the proud owner of a brand spanking new computer. It’s only taken me about three months to wear the corporate beast down. The only weapon in my arsenal: being annoying.
So aside from the fact I am literally on my fourth computer this quarter (loaner, my old computer, loaner, this new one), I’m feeling pretty good. My notes are almost impenetrable given the timeline, and that I also have notes on three separate notepads when I was between computers. As if figuring out BizOrg wasn’t tough enough.
But when one is victorious, one does not quibble about the details.
*Note from management: thanks to Ladybird for pointing out I was only allowing registered bloggers to post. That was rather elitist of us here at Poseur HQ. Comments are now available for everyone. Go to it.
We deeply regret the error. Those responsible are being forced to attend every Baylor sporting event.
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All of them? That's just mean.
Being clearly not responsible, I will not be attending every Baylor sporting event. In fact, the only one that I do attend on a regular basis, I will be absent from for a couple of weeks. This event of which I speak is the hallmark of the Baylor sporting docket: Drinking.
Because of a clever ecclesiastical type, Jesus has been deemed to turn water into non-alcoholic wine, and as a result, the sport was forced underground.
By underground I mean to the 3 Bars worth (for some not so much) going to in Waco. Let me give you the highlights and the "Heisman trophy" of each:
1) Crickets: There are actually two events at this place. a) slamming pints of Guiness with one Baker and another attractive Cali Girl (half Baker's size). They are dead even as champions go, and it will take a true "champion of chug" to ever dethrone the duo. b) Sip a Giraffe by yourself. By the next morning you'll either decide never to drink again, or realize you were born to be an alcoholic. Come early, the stands are usually packed.
2) Bogart's: Bogie was a big man, over 6 feet tall. This feature is not shared by his Waco-based namesake. The event here is to get there before the crowd on Friday, and then keep a table for the rest of the night. You will undoubtedly be barraged by a myriad of frat-boys, unattractive women, attractive women eyeing your table (and nothing else), and a few interesting people with an honest interest in your conversation (they've probably had more than a couple). The champions have taken it all the way till 1am, and the latino was on his 6th shot of whiskey no less. Then on to Scruffy's
3) Scruffy Murphy's: Commonly referred to as "scruffs," this place is what I like to call the "I'm in college and over 21" place to shine. The event takes place on Wednesdays, though the Law kids will find an excuse to go any day of the week. The challenge is to look better than Bradley Thomas on stage (that's right kids, Karaoke). This is truly tougher than it sounds. Mr. Thomas is the master of his domain, and has held the championship ever since he rolled into Waco (his total lack inhibition may make a difference, he's like the Lance Armstrong of Karaoke singers). But, the danger is to not piss off the DJ. He is a 6 foot tall Greek Guy who could probably pound you into the floor with his pinky.
Good luck, and happy hunting kids. I will see you again, and continue my pursuit to take my place among the few after Finals.
Love,
Matt
That was a nice synopsis Matt. F.Y.I. you no longer have to post as anonmous and sign your name at the bottom. I know old habbits die hard but get used to it.
I like how Matt clings to his old ways. I fear change, and this makes it like the old place.
And those weren't Guinesses (Guinnae? Can we get a ruling on the plural of Guiness?). They were car bombs. Guiness plus Irish whiskey and then you drop a shot glass full of Bailey's in. Then drink quickly. Good times will ensue.
But I think drinking is definitely on the back burner until after finals. Some of us would like to pass this quarter.
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