This week has been too long, and there's no rest for the weary in sight:

Tonite: Drive to Montgomery, pickup gf, drive to Columbus, GA, pick up boxes of my books that were stored at my now-deceased uncle's house. Apparently this must be done tonight, or I lose em. Drive back to Montgomery, unload. Maybe a few beers and some pizza...and then SLEEP!

Tomorrow: How Long, Oh Lord How Long? The Four Horsemen of the Obpacalypse descend on ATL for massive carnage, alcohol and drug abuse, and possibly the end of the world: THE ROLLING FUCKING STONES at Phillips Arena with Yail Bloor, Rick Derris and Harry Monster.

Sunday: There ain't gonna be a sunday, bubba..not as we know it.

My sister is visiting from Greece for almost 2 months, and she arrives on Sunday. I can't wait to see her.

Last night - Karaoke & pints
Friday - Recovery from last night
Saturday - Chill, possibly gym
Sunday - Church, possibly gym, definitely karaoke & pints

Flooding in New Hampshire is gonna mosey up north and it'll be a weekend of wet.

Today - Funeral for my one of my best friend's Grandfather (who if known to board would have defintely been Grandpa Monger). Then I'll go to his grandmother's house for eating followed by large amounts of alcohol.

Tomorrow - Drive to Baton Rouge to watch the Tigers play Florida.

tonight: pick up out of town guest in Chinatown, get drunk, hit haunted house at a museum, pass out somewhere downtown.
tomorrow: sleep. start drinking very early to go to a reunion with my sister & brother-in-law. come home and drink more with lady & friends.
sunday: sleep. seriosuly, I'm not getting out of bed on sunday other than to go to the bathroom.

birthday gathering for a friend tonight.

tomorrow...
working for someone 9am-noon.

other than that.....relaxation.

might catch a movie.
i still haven't seen the corpse bride
and there's a cute boy who works at the movie theater.

Tonight: Probably chill out, watch The Wire OnDemand, maybe some wine....

Tmrw: Try to do some shit around the house then The Motherfucking Rolling Stones

Sunday: Mistah Kurtz, he dead. Mort.

Tonight: Going out in the Virginia Highlands for drinks with a group of friends I haven't seen in a while. Should be chill. Some wine and some good convo.

Saturday: Sleep late. Watch some football and then:



This will be followed by meeting up with some people afterwards and having this phrase uttered by the people we're meeting up with:

"What the hell is wrong with them?" and "Jesus, this is embarassing!"


Sunday: Well, let's put this way, I took off work Monday because I didn't think one day would be enough to get over Saturday night.

I know it's only rock n roll..........BUT I LIKE IT!!

Today: Go to work for awhile and then out for beers with some of my new lab. They are all females approximately 21-22 years old. I'm going to feel like some sort of mongerous old creep, but after a couple of pints I have a feeling I won't give a fuck. After that I'm getting a couple of pounds of wings for dinner.

Tomorrow: Watch some Arrested Development Season 2 on dvd. Probably feed my burgeoning taste for Caesars while I make some pulled pork.

Aren't you married? Jesus Christ, your wife must rule.

HAHAHAHAHAH!!! Oh God, I cannot wait. The whole reason I put this thread up was to get pumped for this show after the Gotdamn week I have had, and it's working! It's WORKING!!

NP; The Monger Tapes..aka The Woodstock Rehearsals for the Stones 1978 Tour thanks MCAPUTO!!

Tonight: Turbonegro / Int'l Noise Conspiracy / Juliette Lewis & the Licks at The Avalon

Saturday: Friend's wedding (hoping it's an open bar!)

Sunday: Run errands; Architecture in Helsinki / Dr Dog at The Troubadour



PS -- I remember Dr Dog being friends of an Obnernite, though, I don't remember who it was. Am looking forward to checking these guys out.

Yeah, she's pretty cool. I think as long as I don't come home reeking of glit, I'll be all right with her.

Tonight: Herrcut, people are coming in town and we're going out

Tomorrow: Get up, tailgate for a nighttime NASCAR race in Concord that I got roped into, take lots of photos, drink heavily, not die (edit: or get lynched)

Sunday: wake up, football and sunday night tv

Tonight: Dinner with guys, watch a movie with charlie while josh goes out, put charlie to bed, watch a movie or read. Go to bed.

Tomorrow: Grocery shop. Take Charlie to lunch in Chinatown per his request, go to halloweentown at Daley Plaza, have dinner, watch movie with josh.

Sunday: Church, CCD for charles, go to farm in Indiana for Apple Picking and pumpkin fun. Come home, dinner, tv, bed.

Sad the couple who doesn't allow each other to hang with friends on their own.

One month from tomorrow is a big day for me.

This weekend. Nothing. Painting.

As you may already know, I'll be heading out into the hills to visit some neolithic burial chambers, cairns and henges as part of my archaeology class. I also get to test out my new boots in a wilderness situation!

Only problem is I have to get up at 6am. On a Saturday.

I'm fucking working tommorow afternoon, which pisses me off, and after that I'm sure I'll be having drinks somewhere

other than that, nothing.

what happens then?

FRIDAY
Drinks after work. Followed by seeing Mighty Fine (with hopefully a guest appearance from Greg Dulli).

SATURDAY
Due to the 24 consecutive days of rain in NYC, my softball field is flooded and therefore game is cancelled. I will try and hit the movies...Wanna see 'Domino' and about 4 others....Try and find a theater where I can see two or three in the day....

SUNDAY
Off to Long Island to hang out with my friend Suzanne and her daughter, and finally get to celebrate our mutual recently passed birthdays.

MONDAY
Sulk.

<---------------SCARED TO DEATH OF SATURDAY NIGHT.

Friday: Hit up the liquor store and the Fat Man so I can finish packing my official Hunter S. Thompson Travel Kit for Saturday night suicide.

Saturday: Wake up with the fear of impending doom. Hide out from so-called "friends" as long as possible (real friends don't attempt to put you in a coma do they?). Succumb to peer pressure and get gar. Dance with fat chicks my Mom's age at the Stones. Gash fuck Loogar's goat (will be last memory of evening).

Sunday: Call Pop's to bail me out of prison. Change out of bloody clothes. Shower. Shoot myself in the face because i must have caught the bird flu.

Dude, Bloor just threw out a new option: Assemble at Redlands and catch a fine limo or Cabby Jimmy's lorry service to and from Teh Arena. I don't care what we do, I just know that limited public exposure will be needed.

Fuck, 3 years ago I PASSED OUT IN THE CLOSET!! at this same said festivalo de mongero.

i'm very very drunk. And lightly toasted.