People Ain't Shit

Music: Ghetto Boys- Die, Mutha fucka

You know, isn't it a positive thing that people care enough about themselves to get checked out for HIV? There is a bus outside of the campus giving free test to anyone and some of my fellow UB employees are snickering and giggling at the people waiting to get tested. What type shit is that? I mean, sure, maybe you can't get laid and abstinence is the best protection, but some people can and some people slip up. Better safe than spread the hivvy like mayonnaise.

I haven't blogged in a while....what have I got going on. Hmmmm....

Oh! Perpetual doghouse at home. I'm cut off from everything; even food and water. I'd be cut off from shelter too if I wasn't so intimidating to a would-be intruder.

School is almost done and I am SOOOO mutha fucken glad! I've had senior slump all semester and would not be surprised if I busted out with 2 C's. Oh well! I walk, SON!

Job. Job is good, but I'm ready to make more cheese. I've had my resume out there and so far I've gotten a lot of bites. I've already had to turn down one job because it was in the boonies. Decent pay, great learning environment, but in the middle of no where. So either UB starts kicking out more cheese or I'm le Bounce

Social life? What a fiasco. I've ostracized so many people in the last couple months and I don't know why. I think I'm turning into Michael Douglas's character in "Wall Street" except I'm not the cut throat type. When I was in that contest, man! The whole business strategizing and "busta cap in their proverbial asses!" mentality was invigorating. I don't think I've ever had a high like that from work before. Hard work at that too. And sex? Chile please. I ain't had that in so long I don't even know what that is. Took make matters worse, I've been turning it down! Yeah! That's right. I have no idea why...I've had a few indecent proposals lately and I can't seem to step to the mic. It's so bad now that if I BOUGHT some pizzat I probably would just sit in the room with her and make irreverent remarks about her body until my time was up. That's just gay.

Speaking of gay, I had a gay laden (pardon the pun) weekend last weekend. Friday night I took my hip hop kids (all growed up...**sigh**) roller skating. Friday night is exclusively for pre-teens and teens. It was great to see kids that age enjoying themselves without acting retarded or like they missed their meds for the day. Anyway, I saw about 2 or 3 gay boys on the floor skating and I was like "hmmm...starting early. Very good..." When we left, those 2 and a few other in the Rainbow Crew were hanging out outside of the rink dancing. It looked like Le Cage Au Faux meets What's Happening. There was even some booty dancing. Ish.
The next day was my cousin's surprise b-day luncheon at one ofNeckbone's favorite spots (you know the place, dude!). As usual, my cousin's friends where there in all their Banana Republic glory. The twist was that it was a kindergarten party so we ate cake off of Star Wars plates and all of the gifts she received were toys, coloring books, etc. Uh...yeah.
The beautiful thing about that was that she has friends/gf who care enough to do that for her. I thought about the last time someone had ever done that for me; and it just depressed me for the rest of the weekend. Not that I want a surprise b-day party, but it would be nice to know that you had people who cared about you that much.

And on a much happier note, its Spring, the ladies are taking more fashion risks, and I don't need glasses to see it.


Later
BK

Always American

You know, I frequently come on here and blast white Americans for stealing black Americans style such as giving a pound (fist-to-fist acknowledgement), the famous but fading "you go girl!", and the hand shake with the finger snap.
Well, as proof of American's willingness and desire to conform with each other, Glueman saw a brother of Hershey's chocolate skin, shoulder-length dreds and a really nice suit. All completed with a pair of matching flip flops.

A suit.

And a pair

of fucken

flip flops.

Those of you who know me know I can't STAND to see anyone in flips who aint on the beach. I mean, we are on the East Coast in the spring. The hottest day so far has been 80 degrees. How the hell can you rock some flip flops? And brothers should just know better. I dont remember my grandfather or father EVER wearing them so its not like its a fashion thats resurfaced. Sandals, yes. All day long. Flip flops. Please. Men need to keep those for the beach or the locker room as shower shoes.

American Conformity. Hoorah.....

TTTT: Stuck on Gay

I had no TTTT topic for today UNTIL this morning when I finished my workout. I was heading to the showers and I can really get a towel around me snuggly so I usually don't bother. So why come I noticed that dude was looking at my ass from the corner of my eye? Why is that? It wasnt a gay stare, but he was damn sure stuck on gay for peepin my crack.

So for TTTT today, complete this sentence: "I was stuck on gay when....."

Go.

TTTT: My Boss Ain't Shit!

Work is hell. Who wants to do it? None of us really and it would make life so much easier if the boss got with the program. So what is the most trifling thing that your boss (or a boss at some point in time)has done to you? If you sought out revenge, what did you do?

Go.

DID YA SEE THAT?!?!?! (Part II)

HELL TO THE YEAH!!!

The George Mason Patriots did it AGAIN!!! TWICE!!!!

Un-fucken real! George Mason, one of the schools that Billy Packer and Jim Nance bitched about like 2 house hens are now in the Final Four. Friday night they beat a would-be vegenance driven Wichita State (Mason beat them at home early in the season) in a game where Mason never lost the lead. That was surprising. But for the Patriots to beat the almight University of Conneticutt, a team that recruits internationally, is just unfathomable. On the radio this morning they are talking about this game being the greatest David vs Goliath of all time. U Conn is a bigger team and yet
Mason out rebounded them. U Conn held Mason to 3 points off of the bench, yet Mason's starters all scored in double figures. Phenomenal.

I'm not one of those "you can do anything you want...follow your dreams". Yet on this weekend, George Mason goes to the Final Four and my cousin premiered her 1st movie (check out my other entry).
Maybe the "you can do anything you want...follow your dreams" way of thinking is garbage, but it speaks volume of what you can do if your best effort is put forward. The heart can be a mighty hunter.

The Sex Headache

I think I've mentioned on here several times about the disasters of a sex headache. That's when you go sans sex for at least a week and everytime you think of a sexual act you get a damn headache. Well, since I've been cut off at home (or rather cut myself off), I've discovered a new stage in the sex headachitis; the shakes.
Yeah, so if I think about sex with a woman, I get these little quick tremors. This mainly occurs in the shoulders and neck. I was told by this woman that not only do I do that, but there is this curious pattern:
1.) I won't be able to finish a sentence
2.) I look off into space
3.) I turn my head and grunt

Pitiful.

I think this week will be a good time to start going back to the mosque. I am BUGGIN'!

DID YA SEE THAT?!?!

HUH?? HUH? DID YA?

For those of you sleepin' on the Cindafellas:

Yes!! The green and gold got their man all weekend long. First with the so-called upset over Michigan State, then with the for real for real upset over the Baby Blue Boys Of North Carolina. Mason got off to a crappy start with a 16 to 2 deficit in the first half led by Jai Lewis and Folarin Campbell. After the 2nd half, the two teams exchanged the lead half a dozen times only to have the Patriots pull head for the win.
This is the 1st time GMU has ever gone to the Sweet 16 and only the 2nd time a team from their conference has gone that far.

A little history about me and GMU....I went there for 7 years for my engineering degree only to flunk out with 40 credits left. Ain't that a bitch? how stupid is that? Anyway, when I went there, the team sucked ass. Mason's rival school is James Madison U, who used to kick our asses all the time. Here's how sucky the Mason was back then; they used to play all these exhibition games against bs teams like Mobile One Oil because they sucked so bad. One of those teams was this Russian team. They came to VA sick as dogs; the whole team caught the flu on the way over there and they could only suit 4 kats. They still played the game, and beat Mason. Yes, 7 brothas, 3 white boys, and a David Justice couldn't beat 4 non-American white boys. Trife.

That was a long time ago; and today, that memory makes today's memory that much sweeter. To borrow a phrase from my illegitimate dad, Telly Savalas, "You've come a long way baby."

Top O' The Mornin' Laddies

Its St. Patrick's day; a day that has been meaningless to me since birth.

Until this year. This is the first time I've made a conscious effort to celebrate the "holiday". Here are the steps I've taken:
1.) Attempting to get a shamrock tee shirt from Target
2.) downloading some Irish music to listen to throughout the course of the day
3.) drinking green beer for the 1st time ever. EVER.

Here the steps that were thwarted:
1.) All of the shirts were sold out and the best match was a Mickey's shirt, and that was 3 sizes to small. I did manage to pull out my ratty green Mecca shirt. It works in the pinch.
2.) found some Irish music, but I damn sure wasn't going to spend my workday listening to the O'Leary Boys or the Black Irish. I was thinking more of like the House of Pain, U2, or the Dropkick Murphys.
3.) There is still an opportunity to do this. Not sure where or how since I have Daddy Duty tonight, but we shall see.

The only thing missing would be some Irish poon-poon. I know one Irish-German chic...(I think she counts) but my chances with her are slim. Ahhh! There is a hot number that we all know by the name of Blonde who is Irish.....looks like I will be making a phone call TO-night! Gotta get my St Patty's Day one way or another, right?

Some Shamrock po-nanny would be nice, but I will tell you all a story about my best St. Patty's Day memory. It was about 6 years ago and a bunch of us computer geeks from work decided to go to the Bahamas. The day before St. Patty's, we booked the trip. To celebrate the next day, HotRod (one of the nerds) invited a bunch of folks over his house for drinks. That was the first time I got a (damn, I forgot the term. Its when you lay down and someone pours liquor in your mouth until you make them stop) _____. You talk about fucked up?? Whew! Took me hours to recouperate. The best part was watching the girls do it. The ones that didnt do it well (very few) got it all over the front of their tops...hhehehe...yeah. **smile**

I'm glad you all are enjoying my continued demise. All I was doing was trying get a little some-some on the side. I guess that what I get, huh? Geez, the Pimp Juice done gone sour.

You Should Know Better

Besides my hot wannabe love affair with Heidi Martin, some women you should just stay clear of. I’m one of the more hardier kats on the East Coast, but even I can’t deal with a select few. I never tell you all about my personal life and I’ve been misbehaving lately; one of the reasons why I haven’t blogged in a while. Of course, karma is a bitch with big ass teeth.

So I’ve been getting all hot and heavy with this hottie I met on the Internet in AZ. Fits the BK’s profile: Latina, Coke bottle figure and just enough attitude to be interesting.
And so the dance begins. I IM her, she IMs me. We probe each other about very every day things and I gradually stir up her curiosity about my sexual prowess and let it simmer on her brain like gumbo. Each day, I break down her barriers gradually. She diggin’ me, I’m diggin’ her. Then the faux pas……

I told her we would have some very pretty Blatino kids. “Blatino? What’s that?”
ME: “Hehehehe, that’s the ghetto term for Black and Latino biracial children.”
TheCutter: Hmmmm….uh, how about no?
ME: Ok ok. I was just messin’ with you…..kinda.
TheCutter:Hmph.

So things are no longer tantalizing. Merely, interesting. One of the main things that kicked off the possibilities was her making a trip to DC for work. There was still talk of the hot and bothered rendez vous, but something didn’t seem right. I realized that I needed to hit the bag of tricks.
Her long weekend in DC arrives, I met her at the hotel lobby and we are off. I play reluctant tour guide as I grew up in the area so none of the stuff is a big deal to me. We go get some lunch, that’s cool. No more references to blatino offspring. Smart. It starts to get dark and I’m a little gassed behind all the driving and touring. She agrees that we go back to the hotel room so I can rest and she can freshen up. She heads to the bathroom and is what seems like teasing me in reference to my subtle yet aggressive advances. So I do a quick check…..
Breath: check
Smellum (cologne): check
Foot odor: tolerable
Ball cheese: ehhhh….oral was probably out of the question anyway.

She comes out. Hmmm…no hot ass nightie. No naughty school girl outfit, no belly dancer outfit. A pair of sweats and a tee. Uh oh. This ain’t lookin’ good.
In a panic, I go straight for the jugular; literally. She seems receptive, but out of the blue I get the “hey pal” double pat on the chest….pat…pat “YOU’D, better get going. I have some stuff to take care of and I need some privacy.” And while I’m gaping at her speechless (yeah, ME speechless) she’s leading me towards the door with all of the cordialities and pleasantries one would expect of a blonde haired, blue-eyed debutante, which she ain’t. The next thing I know I’m in the hallway facing the door. Not even her door, the one on the opposite side of the hallway. How in the SHIT did THAT happen???
I’m all banged up at this point. “I knew something was wrong, but what the hell was it?” I go home, read thru the emails, listen to any possible unsaved voice mails; I even went back thru the notes that we sent each other on the meeting site (yes, that spot will remain unnamed). Nothing.

Then I remember myself staring at her pics, then glancing at the some of the stuff she had on her page. “I was born and raised in Phoenix, but my folks are from Bolivia and Venezuela…”
“…I like hangin with my girls, dancin’…”
“blah blah blah”
Then it hit me; “Important Stats”
Hometown: Phoenix
Status: Dating
Birthday: April 11, 1974…..


“damn…another Aries.”













Copyright 2006, Son. All Rights Reserved and shit.

Salty Dog

It has now been a week for being cell phoneless. That means all of the potential opportunities to creep on the wife that were hopeless in the 1st place REALLY don't mean shit now because I can't call anybody. This looks like another SPring with Rosie Palmer. She's an old girl, but she's reliable and always there when you raise your hand for her.

Alright enough of that shit. But I am phoneless and that will be for another 4 or 5 days looks like. Also, I didnt even make the cut for Baltimore's Mosh Pit; the place where students compete for venture capital seed money. Its one thing not to win, but to not even make the cut? Man I was blown. I can't to see the ideas that made it because mine was pretty damn good. Last year's winner had the idea to have digital map kiosks all over the city for tourists to use to get around. Gimmie a fucken break.

The good news is days like this are great fodder for working out. I will be on the weight bench thinking about the narrow-ass bitch man who sent me the bulk email saying "Even though you didn't make the cut, don't give up on your dreams..." How about this, how about I catch you in the alley and don't give up on whoppin' yo ass? how bout THAT!??

The weather is getting nicer and the HON-NEYS be out, SON! There is this one girl who I saw yesterday; no coat on and it was cold and windy.

ME:Girl, where is your coat?
HER:It's right here **nodding towards arm**
ME:And uh....WHY is it not on you?
HER:**giggling** It's nice out here! **walking opposite direction**
ME:Mmmm Hmm!

Then I got to check her out. You know, the wintertime be hiding stuff. We just exchanged names recently, and I don't know where she is from. Wherever she's from, SOME brotha snuck up in the gene pool because she had a str8-up apple dumplin'. "Whoa" was my response. And this year I have a digital cam?? WHAT???? Life is about to get TRIFE!

Ok. I'm going to go drown my sorrow with my man, Jack. He is one of the Daniels boys. He got a cousin name Evan who is mad cool too. He may join the party at some point in time.
I'll let y'all know how the hangover goes. I'm out.

TTTT: Lost ALL the Kool Points

Ever been around someone you were trying to impress and just LOST it? I mean, either start crying in front of them out of frustration or fall and bust your ass in front of them? Give an anecdote about you not being able to hold it down in front of that one you truly desired. Try to avoid the high school stories if you can since most of us have been there done that in almost the same way...fall and bust your ass.

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Stuck On Bastard

**Now playing: "I'll Be Around", Cee-Lo**

What's up monkeys? BK's latest development; stuck on Bastard. That basically means that whatever I seem to do, I get the bastard designation and its coming mostly from the finer species. Umm. Why a bastard? I think because I've reached an age where if a problem arises and I think I can't resolve it, I kind of take it with a grain of salt. This really seems to upset women; the fact that you are not as upset as they are. Case in point; I have a classmate who apparently had a shitty day at work. During the day, she asked me to come by and help her with her homework. I told her, and I quote "we are pretty busy today, so please don't hold your breath." Didn't get a chance to make that. When I saw her last night in class, I got the eyes AND neck rolling. You white guys don't know nothin' about that, but when you get the neck added to eye roll, you are about to get it. And the brothas know what's next: one hand on the hip and the other with the index finger prominently pointing in air at shoulder height rotating. "Hey, sorry I didnt make it Un-hotChristianAmazon. We were really busy...."
Un-hotChristianAmazon: **eye rolling begins, followed by the neck roll, which quickly conjoins the postion** Umm hmmm! I see how it is. Ask BK for a little help, and he "pretends" like he busy at work. That's aight though. You KNOW Imma remember that!"
Now what gives me the Bastard designation is my reaction. I have this reaction to all things "Hmm. I guess that's a problem, huh?", I laugh.

Not a sinister "Hahahaha dumbass!", but a reactionary, "Oh man this is awkward" laugh. The problem with that is, those who know me personally know that I laugh frequently and stay on Jokes. So when I laugh, the first thought is one of condescension. It comes with 10+ years of marriage. As a man, we are reactionary. You can either get defensive, offensive,laugh, cry, or knock the shit out of the woman. I usually take the 3rd option which has seemed to be almost as detrimental as the any of the rest.
So that's been me all week, the Bastard, El Híbrido, Le Hybride. **shrug** I'm just old to be sweating every detail. I'm turning into my grandfather; the answer to a woman's needs is either with your wallet or you best David Copperfield impression.

TTTT: Cell Phone Trifeness

This is a tough one, but everyone has a good cell phone story...talkin to that hot guy and suddenly the phone falls in the toilet, taking inappropriate pics and sending them to the wrong kat. You get the idea.


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The Absentee

Man, if it weren't for Tell The Truth Tuesdays, I wouldn't be blogging at all. I have a lot of things going on like school and some very odd personal issues I'm dealing with. Nothing major, but I've decided some of those are too personal to blog about at this time. I had some really cool things on tap for this blog, but it seems that some of my fellow bloggers are going thru the same Bloggers Block that I am. I've read some of my old shit to see where I fell off, but it seems like I've run out of things to blog about. So now I'm telling topics from other bloggers and the radio. Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.

Here's something I came up with all by myself. Single women...how do you do it? How do you paint on that smile for a date that you know is probably just an excuse to get out of the house. How do you not break down and accept a suitor who is without question sub-par just to not deal with the bullshit of dating? Here's one for the fellas: Fellas, how/why in the hamsammich hell do you sit there and give a chic money and items JUST BECAUSE???? What type shit is that? Why?? And I know some of you do it sans booty. Amazing!


Kids sports today, how pathetic. We have kids who can't run around a damn track but will wreck yo ass in Playstation. I've made the decision to coach baseball, but NOT theOffSpring's team. I'm old school and I refuse to coach my son's team because I take it seriously and I know he's only doing it for fun. Football is his sport. He (not me) decided that he needs to step up and do more if he wants to play a featured position. In baseball, he could care less and I'm fine with that. We as parents do need to push our kids off of the couch, but also need to let kids participate in sports on a level of optimal comfort and performance. A level where they can push themselves and enjoy their OWN development.

I'm done. Thanks.

TTTT: Flatulence

Since my time is shitty, give us your best fart story; one where either you were the farter or the victim of the fart. Go

A Letter From HEIDI?!?! I get siced!!!

First of all, I'm sorry all of you had such shitty Valentines' over the years. That has got to be our most pathetic TTTT ever. UGH.

But I have good news. No, I didn't save a lot of money on my car insurance, but I got this email tonight:

Heidi Martin Music" Add to Address Book Add Mobile Alert
To:	brotherkojak@excite.com
Subject:	Heidi Martin Music
Date:	Thu, 16 Feb 2006 03:22:20 +0000

announcements will be going out soon on some upcoming events and
news!!!
thanks for your interest in my music! best, h



Heidi Martin Music
� Pisces-Gemini Publishing Company, Ascap.
Web:
www.heidimartin.com
Email:
heidimartinmusic@hotmail.com

I can't wait to have my ears be made love too with some newness. Mmmmmm. Heidi, Heidi, Heidi.

TTTT: Valentine's Day

Ahh Valentine's Day. Hallmark and FTD's annual bitch. The day where florists and card makers cash in like whoa. Give you best or worst (or both) Valentine's Day story.

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Bricks For Brains

Thanks for all the great posts as usual on TTTT. Extremely entertaining although I wansn't really feeling the person attacks. You monkeys know who you are. **smile**


I don't know if I posted about this before but there is this security guard at work who is crazy dumb. I once spent 20 minutes of my valuable time trying to figure out make-money-fast certs, degrees for a woman who doesn't even know what she wants to do.

Today I saw DumDumStick on her way to work from the parking lot. She had her lunch with her, but uhhhhh...she had lunch in a ziplock bag. Not even in a paper bag or a plastic bag. Even more so than that, you know what DumDumStick had in her ziplock bag? A frozen Murray Steak House hamburger patty and some frozen french fries.

Yeah.

No bun
no catsup
no lettuce and tomato

just hamburger and fries consolidated in a big ass ziplock bag. Too bad, so sad.



Other "news" of the day, my co-worker G-Money has really got me stuck on old school Hip Hop because he and I talk to each other in Old Schoolese.

Me: What up G-Money? You jammin' on the one?
G-Money: No doubt. I got 6 CO's and 5 more to go
Me: Damn Son! Murder was the case that they gave you?
G-Money: 187 on an undercover cop.

That's just how we do. Its funny because well pass each other's cubes or will be at a client's desk and say
"I'm going back to Cali..."
"I don't think so."

I guess you have to be there. I ate lunch with Wisdom (my best friend from elementary school) today. We went to Legal Seafoods. If you ever go there I strongly recommend the soups over the entrees. He had the MD crab, I had the gumbo; both were BOMB DIGGITY...damn. See? I'm still doing it!
He and I caught up and talked about family and jobs. He and I seem to coincidentally make jobs moves simultaneaously. If the trend holds true, I'll be at my job no longer than 6 months. We shall see.
Oh yeah. Today I had a queer moment. When I first sat down with Wisdom, these 2 men were leaving the restaurant. The first man out the door struck me as odd. I didnt realize why at consciously, but subconsciously it was because his suit was really baggy. Not a big deal, but odd for a white man. So subsconsciously, I gave him the quick scan and E-gad!(that's the new way of spelling it) Dude's dizzat was almost down to his knee!! WTF?? I could not BELIEVE that shit. I would have stood up and given him a standing ovation, but he walked out too fast. Must be nice! if I was packing like that, I would linin' 'em up swinging it like a night stick.

That's all I got man! I'm out.

TTTT: Stupid Ass People

It's that time again. Complete this sentence...."I hate when people say ___________"

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Casino Rueda Salsa Superbowl Sensational Extravaganza (?!?!?)

That's right! It was actually real! The Casino Rueda Salsa Superbowl Sensational Extravaganza (CRSSSE) hosted by WebmasterMama and the BigO was on and The Offspring and me attended. For some reason or another, he was excited and his excitement deflated as soon as he arrived. Why? Don't know, and don't care. This was MY party to attend, I was just draggin' his monkey ass along. I have no idea why children think its our job to entertain them, but that's another blog topic.
First let me start with the neighborhood and house. I have nothing against the burbs, but it was obvious that this neighborhood was designed in a big-city waterfront office by teenie little guys in cat-shaped eyeglasses who drink Starbucks and give "This Side Up" gift certificates for Christmas. The houses were nice, they all looked different but not so different that they weren't considered a neighborhood. I guess they hit the urban neighborhood in the burbs theme so well that it looked artificial. Very "Desperate Housewives"-ish. Our hosts' house on the inside was great however. Large alcove, cathedral ceilings and a kitchen big enough to do the nasty in. A FEW times and a FEW different ways.
The evening began as we were among the earlier arrivers. Mama sent us down to the basement to play some pool while the Offspring was relegated to the kids room. Downstairs was a beautiful pool table with red felt. There were plenty of us down there to play pool, so we played on teams. My partner, Scarface, decided to partner with me to be iconoclastic because we were the only non-latino team. We also were the crappiest team too as neither one of us has much pool hall skills. It showed in the 1st 2 games as Scarface and I got housed. The 1st game we got 2 balls in the pockets, the 2nd game, 1. However, we represented and came back with the strength. We both had these odd cues that would illuminate when you tapped them on the floor. The illuminated part looked like lightening. That....coined my nickname for the night; La Tormenta. I announced it during the second game and the name stuck as I heard people in the background say "AH! La Tormenta! It's true!"
Food? Man! Plenty of food. You know how if you have a potluck and you ask people to bring something they either collectively bring nothing or everything. This party was the latter. 2 of everything.
Oh, the dancing. Yes. There was dancing as advertised. A little advanced for my skillset, but I danced a couple times. Actually, it was a lot advanced as most of the dancing was the multiple couple dance rueda. I can barely dance with one parner let alone switch to another in Spanish . I lucked out though; there was a dance instructor who was invited to the party and showed me how to do this niiice combo spin move. HOWEVER, when I wanted to practice this move later, my demonstrative partner says this (and I quote): "you don't know the moves good enough do it with the music". Ouch.

Highlights of the evening:
1.) incidental babysitting. It seems the hosts' littlest one loved me; particularly the dreds. The other little one thought I had funny faces and referred to the Offspring as "That Boy".
2.) meeting Dulcita. In my opinion, the eye-candy of the party (next to the hostess, of course) who had the oddest name. "Is that your real name?"
"Yes!"
Funny how she sat and watched "Lion King 1.5" with the Offspring while the odd name was all the convo I got outta her. SOMEBODY got pimp Juice early!
3.) Steeler Country. There were 2 teams that the hosts viewed as their own; the Lions and the Steelers. Needless to say, there was Steeler shit everywhere. Both WebmasterMama and BigO had the gear on AND had it for their kids. That was the toughest part of the night for a Purple and Blacker like myself. Drinks were flowing EARLY for the Big BK....UGH.

Oh, BTW....NFL In Review: The Fucken Pittsburgh Steelers. Super Bowl Champions.