One of the best performing (recent) callups to the Majors in the last month,  is a guy named Jeff Francoeur, 
who is now the Braves every-day right fielder.  I’m no Braves fan
by any stretch,  but after his “en fuego” first week or
so,   I had to pick up as a free agent in my fantasy baseball
league.  Whats strange is,  I had a dream last night where I
was at a sports bar with my college friends, and as we were walking
out,  I saw a guy who looked like John Smoltz (and he was wearing
a Braves jersey!) albeit with different facial hair.  I made the
comment,  “how about that Jeff Francoeur guy?”   and he
laughed.   I woke up today and the first thing I did (well,
not when I woke up at 6am,  more like when I woke up for real at
noon) was check my fantasy  baseball stats.  Francoeur’s
first at bat today?  Home run.

(when i first heard this song on the
radio,  i immediately went out and purchased it on iTunes. 
it is an amazing song, and i hope the rest of their songs are as good
as this one. unfortunately i don’t know how well the lyrics apply to me
right now…i haven’t even been a notch in someones bedpost
lately!  haha!)

“Sugar We’re Going Down” by Fall Out Boy

I’d have a fantastic entry here,  but I managed to delete it in a drunken stupor.

Thank you polk-street pub crawl.  And i wasn’t even planning on going out tonight…..

“What the world needs now,  is another folk singer,  like I need a hole in my head.”
-cracker

I didn’t go to the happy hour tonight,  which shows incredible self-control. 

Laundry,  cooking,  and *gasp* even some reading.  
I picked up a few books off amazon,  chatted it up with more then
a few tipsy friends (which is more fun when you’re equally
intoxicated),  and just had a very chill evening. 

Being single in the City is in fact a good thing.  Very different
from the ‘burbs life.  And hopefully i’ll have a few visiting
friends in the coming weeks.  Oh,  I also talked to my friend
Yolanda (get this…shes got that name and shes caucasian) tonight and
I may (finally) go visit her at WVU.  Since shes right outside
Pitt,  maybe i’ll catch a game at the ballpark that Laz calls one
of the best in the majors.   It has to be better than Three
Rivers.     I guess I could swing over to Philly and
see their ballpark too,  but I haven’t talked to Jenni in ages, so
that would be odd…..

As of tomorrow night at about 5pm,  i won’t be on-call for two
straight weeks.  Thank goodness!  I had fun the last
two,  even with being on call,  but not having to worry about
it makes a serious difference! 

I could go into stock-geek mode and rave about Amylin’s conference call
today,  but I’ll spare you all from that.  One day, 
their drugs will be household names.  And people won’t have to
worry so much about their control of diabetes.   Anyway….

I’m thinking I should hit either Grace Cathedral or Glide Memorial on
Sunday.  I’ve been to Glide once before and it was a good time
(even though Maya Angelou flaked on us!) but I think attending a
service at Grace Cathedral would be a cool experience as well. 
I’ve had a few weird experiences around churches,  memories I just
can’t shake.  So it always makes me wonder….then again, 
i’ll probably sleep in on Sunday and miss the services as usual.

Might end up with tickets to tomorrows Giants game,  of course one
friend of mine is in Romania,  another is going to Massachusetts
for ten days tomorrow evening,  and yet another friend of mine is
preparing for a South Africa horticulture-geek adventure.  I’d
give other friends a call,  but now I’m feeling guilty that i’ve
been calling on them too much to hang out.  (yes it is in fact
true.)  I do that sometimes,  since i’m one who prefers to
have a few close friends then a ton of people in my life who I just
sort-of know.  I know we all feel that way,  but this has
rang especially true for me.  Even back in college,  with the
fraternity life,  I had that bond with my fraternity
brothers.  Sure I knew a ton of people through all the various
activities I was involved in,  but for the most part,  my
closest friends were from the house or those who always hung out around
our house.   I love meeting new people,  but i’m very
guarded and don’t let many people close to me.  Another reason why
i’m single, perhaps?  Who knows. 

I guess i’m rambling….and I’m not even tipsy tonight. 

thanks for eating my blog post, xanga.

time to move somewhere with rss integration,  that doesn’t completely suck.  if i have to host my own,  i will.

happy hour, alamo square tonight….do i go,  or
not…..ugh,  i have valid reasons to go,  but i have things
to do at home too.  maybe one or two drinks. shrug.

Goldfinger, "Spokesman" 

What happened to dignity 
Did it go away again? 
Just like a  worn out trend? 
Will I still defend emotions? 
What happened to honesty? 
I don't see it on the Top Ten 
I only see it in what has been 
Cuz I still defend devotion 

Am I alone? 

Don't wanna rest 
I don't wanna breathe 
When I wanna hear about life 
Don't wanna hear a spokesman 
I don't wanna test 
I want to believe 
The god damn singer wrote the song 
Don't wanna hear a spokesman 

What happened to integrity 
I don't see it on MTV 
All I see is choreography 
And I'll never be a dancer 
What happened to puberty? 
Bad skin and insecurity? 
And who the f**k is Felicity? 
Cuz I got problems of my own 

Am I alone? 

Don't wanna rest 
I don't wanna breathe 
When I wanna hear about life 
Don't wanna hear a spokesman 
I don't wanna test 
I want to believe 
The god damn singer wrote the song 
Don't wanna hear a spokesman 

Don't wanna rest 
I don't wanna breathe 
When I wanna hear about life 
Don't wanna hear a spokesman 
I don't wanna test 
I want to believe 
The god damn singer wrote the song 
Don't wanna hear a spokesman 

Don't wanna rest 
And don't wanna breathe 
When I wanna hear about life 
Don't wanna hear a spokesman 
I don't wanna test 
I want to believe 
The god damn singer wrote the song 
Don't wanna hear a spokesman 

I Don't wanna rest 
And don't wanna breathe 
When I wanna hear about life 
Don't wanna hear a spokesman

Liz Phair tickets!! IN HAND!  Acoustic at Cafe du Nord.

wow….i can’t wait!

Last night was fun.  Trivia and pool @ Bitter End with new friends
is always a welcome escape for me. PubTriv @ Bitter End is very, very
different from the stuffy after-work-trivia financial district crowd
that i’m used to at Elephant and Castle.  The crowd was younger,
rowdier,  geekier (our table at least!) and all in all,  I
had a great time.  After trivia,  Randall, Monika, and I went
upstairs and played some pool.  I played really poorly…as
usual!  The night did have its moments….and certain
conversations seemed to both swerve and settle me.

Just when I thought I was starting to get comfortable….

Yep,  that was a three hour tour out to the inner richmond. 
What did i accomplish?  I have no idea,  and hopefully will
end up chatting with my friend Kara again.  I did swing by Bitter
End for a drink.  I’ll probably end up there tomorrow for Pub
Trivia as well.  We shall see. 

Now i’m off to bed….i think i have to work in the morning. 

It is funny, when you least expect it,  when you completely forget
about someone who has pushed you out of their life (seemingly for no
reason,  perhaps for the better?),  that all of a sudden they
re-appear.  or in my case,  ring me up intoxicated.

My best instincts are telling me ignore, ignore, ignore……and i’m
sure certain friends are yelling at their computers now as they read
this blog,  but if something happens i’ll always feel guilty that
i couldn’t have done more to help a friend out. 

I guess I just worry needlessly about those around me….or people who used to be around me….