OYSTER DAY!!!

These past couple of weekends have been pretty awesome, I've gone to Harold's, hung out with Dave and Jay and Co., gone out on wacky adventures, and made some epic meals for my family.  Life has been pretty good, well except for the work part of course.  Things could always be better on that end, however, I'm striving to make changes, that's the goal at least.  However with all this in mind, I think the last weekend I had was amazing.  Oyster Day, those are the days I look forward to, and well, this Oyster Day may have been the best one out of them all.  The day started with us riding down to AC, for once, it was a gambling day where we brought nothing but good energy and Karma.  No parking on level 5 or 8, instead went into a one way direction and parked on level 1.  Wasn't the greatest of starts...but hell, Oyster Day.

We enter the building and start moving forward, and to continue the growth of bad luck, I leave my phone in the car, and rush back to go get it.  From here on out, it can only get better right?  Sure, sure...so the first thing we do.  Hit up a slot machine for Dave to play, good old penny slots.  Dave plays his share, and off to Keno.  Why Keno?  Why the hell not?  The world was our Oyster.  We could do whatever we want.  So off to the Keno table we went...and of course...no luck, dang.  Off to the real thing, table games.

We played a few rounds of roulette at open ends, however with the idea of having tables being 10 minimums, and only being allowed to play with 5 dollar chips on the inside, well it went fast.  However me and Dave won a few, and it kept us alive.  I watched Dave play a little longer, however it was just right before we hit up for lunch that's where I feel I made a huge run.  Started with just $60, and playing to keep alive, Dave and me choose 35, thirty-five being my number, and for some odd reason, I just don't want to give it up.  When Dave finally runs out of chips, and I promised him I play my last and final hand, well let's just say, having about 10 dollars on 35 didn't hurt, and the chip playing in front of it?  Yeah, not to shabby at all.  Now Dave preaches that he's the cooler.  However what Dave doesn't know is, he's my good luck charm.  I never win when Dave is not around, and even though he yells it, I don't want to gamble without Dave, that's when I win the biggest, 300 last time and almost 400 this time, it's not the hugest pot, however it's pretty big, considering that I'm always down 5 or 6 hundred.  You're not the cooler Dave, you're my good luck charm.  I need you there bud.

After the big win, I watched Dave play quite a few hands of blackjack...oh how I wanted to gamble more.  The thing I hate most, watching people gamble and not being able to play as well.  Ohhh...torture.  I feel bad Davie H. didn't win, however only $40 lost isn't that bad.  Afterwards, headed towards dinner, tried out that new rodizio place.  Not bad, not bad at all.  Is it Fogo or Chima, fudge no.  However the place is good for something in NJ, and you definitely cannot beat that.

All I can say is that Oyster Day was a major success...however it's this next portion that Dave has got me wondering.  He/them...I don't know.  They want me to set up this 10 year High School reunion.  Supposedly I'm the face of this operation...smh, I don't know why.  However I'm always up for a new adventure.  I've gotten in contact with a few of our student government reps, and well.  No reply yet, however this should be interesting.  I haven't really thought about high school in a while.  It will be nice though seeing some kids running back and forth, seeing where everyone has been.  I really want the 20 year one.  But beggars can't be choosers I guess...I should be glad I'm still alive for this 10 year one.  Anywhoo, I guess I'll start planning.  It's weird, for all the crappy things I put together, I'm really surprised the fellas want me to organize this.

I'm missing the Kina things in my life.  Can't wait for her new album to drop...until then, take a listen to her new cover.  Amazing.

EPs, LPs...SPs?

Well aren't you kids in for a treat, my third...no wait fourth blog this week?  I don't know, not that it matters, only a select few of people actually read this thing.  Can you imagine if more people read this, they be furious at me, I mean like rip my head off cause my opinions are idiotic so lets rip this kid's head off idiotic.  Yeah, that's the way it is.  Anyway, I'm just chilling at a Starbucks before I head to dinner with Syl and friends.  I'm pretty excited about the dinner and hookah tonight.  I need a like this like I need a bigger paycheck.  I don't know if that analogy works, but I'm going for it gosh darn it.

As you can see, the title states, EPs, LPs, and SPs, and well if you're not musically inclined it's just that.  Extra Play, Long Play, and SPs, I don't know.  They aren't really popular anymore.  Tell you the truth I don't even know what format it is.  I just know that it's supposedly out there.  Whatever, it's not like it honestly matters.  Anywhoo, I'm sitting in this Starbucks listening to The Airborne Toxic Event's new EP.  Must admit, I'm really looking forward to this new album coming out.  I guess I'll just be plain old mad if they skip Philadelphia.  

Well, lets see, I really had an exciting time at Cous Cous.  The ten course meal was amazing, between the lamb, chicken, and the puff pastry filled with a chicken stuffing and a white powder topping.  The savory sweet deliciousness is amazing.  Chicken Bastilla I believe it was called, my favorite dish of all the dishes I had.  What an amazing time.  Oh, and I saw the most attractive belly dancer ever.  Not that I know a lot of belly dancers or anything, however I definitely know pretty when I see it.  Yay her.  So stupid me, not knowing the rules, do I tip her or do I not tip her.  After her trying to get me to dance with her, I decide, yeah better tip her.  With me offering her a tip, I felt like I was giving a stripper a tip. Oh, boy.  However all in all good times.  Then came the hookah.  Delicious, delicious hookah.

And that leads us to the beginning of the weekend.  Head up to Dave's for dinner and drinks.  What a day.  We started drinking and watching Bar Rescue.  Wow, what a great show, and what else?  Play some NHL 13.  However the day was mostly for Harold's, now Harold's make a pretty epic sandwich huge.  It's not the best pastrami, but it is pretty good.  I've always thought Katz was pretty amazing for pastrami.  It's a good time.

Today, made chicken fried steak for the family.  I'm not going to lie, it's not one of the best dishes I've ever made.  By frankly, I was very displeased about this.  Well it was okay, but next time I attempt it, I swear, it's going to be ten times better.  Ughh...as for me tonight, I'm heading off to bed, pretty tired, and freaking out about going to work tomorrow.  :(  I shouldn't be.  However, I am.

That's What a Man Does

What has happened?  What happened to men being men in this county?  It looks like everywhere I look, dudes aren't tough enough.  It seems our action actors are being played by some sort of Aussie or some sort of European.  Back in my day, I remembered Chuck Norris, Sly Stallone, and even Bruce Willis.  Who do we have now?  Matt Damon?  Yeah...that's all I can really think of.  That makes me sad, because in all honesty, this is the culture we live in now.  We live in the world and culture of the metrosexual.  Oh boy...

Okay, so first things first.  I'm not roughest man, I'm not into the cowboy boots and hats.  Hell, I'm part of that metrosexual movement.  I'm not going all the way with the metrosexual idea, but being clean, smelling nice, and dressing nice.  Is that such a bad idea?  No absolutely it is not.  I always figured if you work hard, you definitely have to play hard.  Why not looking nice while doing it though.  You have to clean up nice as well.  I guess that's where that's going.  Hmmm...if you think about it, I'm actually a lot metrosexual.  Fuck.

So how did it become like this?  Why did it become like this?  Where did this wussification of the man come from?  Why are they here?  Aren't the younger generation worried about not looking tough anymore?  Worried about being manly men?  Who is to blame for all of the wussy crap?  Why has our country of strong manly men...well dwindled?  Here are my three reasons why I believe we just gave up on the thought.

1. Technology:  That's right I said it, technology in the end is fucking us over.  You have kids glued to the magic box, playing their video games, and watching their programs.  Kids aren't out their running and playing.  I remember as a child playing wiffle ball with my friends and kickball as a kid.  Hahaha, I even remember watching my friend hitting a tennis ball into a window and smashing it.  Nowadays though, kids have their technology, their iPads, iPhones, mypads, and so on and so forth.  It's time we need to walk a little, get lost, play, read a book even, be a man.  Get dirty, get muddy, grind, do the things we don't do anymore.  Yeah, technology is killing us, this is how the robots are going to win.  We all want it to be zombies, but it's going to be robots.

2.  Girls:  I don't care how many hate emails, or messages I get, girls are fucking up our manliness.  I know what you're thinking, girls want manly guys, they want us to be rough and tough like my afro puff...please.  Fuck that.  No they don't, they want to be wined and dined, they want to go to a theater show, they want to see fancy things, they want to be taken to a farmers market, they want us to dress up and look nice.   The list goes on and on and on.  Yeah, I'm saying it, and no, I'm not taking it back.  Don't get me wrong though, a little culture doesn't kill anyone, but man you're messing with my brain, and I feel if it wasn't for the influence of a woman, I wouldn't be turning out like this.  That's my way of thinking.

3.  Hipsters:  Freaking hipsters.  Now you gotta be wondering, why am I bashing the hipsters.  I'll tell you why.  The hipsters are a mixture of both tech and girls together.  You get influenced by the hot hipster chick that wants you to stay in and type that next bla(h)g! so that they can read it.  I'm being hunkered down by the two things.  However it's also the fact that being a hipster is being what you want to do, when you want to do it, how you want to do it.  You want to be cool, and being a hipster is kinda being cool.  That's what's happening, the world is being taken over by these laissez faire attitude hipsters.  Doing what you want to do, and not interfering with what needs to go on.

Take it or leave it, America is being wussified, and yeah, the younger generation is to blame, and so are  tech, women, and hipsters.  Let the bashing begin.  I can't wait to hear this.

Name that Hero?  It's pretty easy.

I'm not a Hipster, I Just Play One on TV

I'm not one who always been on the fashion end.  I grew up with three sisters, but I never grew up with a specific style.  I've always been one to mash things together.  I always wore what I like, and well, I'm at that step again.  However I'm pretty positive I'm going to be made fun of by my friends.  Oh well, it goes with the territory, and I've always accepted that. 

Anywhoo, I've got an awesome new navy blue cardigan.  That thing is awesome looking, and I'm pretty happy about it it.  I guess it goes with the dark rim glasses and the new pair of jeans I brought...and here is where I'm going to hear it.  You hipster wannabe.  *Sigh*  I like the culture of it, so I guess that's where I'm at now.  Oh well, I don't know what else to say.  It is what it is.  So with that, let's take a look at the list of what people call the hipster culture.

10.  The Glasses

Yup, I got a pair of these.  Of course I do, I need glasses, and I need to see, so that's what's going to happen.  However, I can't lie, I always enjoyed my old pair of glasses, but these glasses are awesome, cause 1.  I can see, and 2.  They haven't broken on me yet.  Score for the these guys.  

9.  The Cardigan

Look when you where a cardigan you are either a hipster or an old Mr. Rogers type guy.  Does the everyday man get to where the cardigan?  I don't know but I think they can.  I'm going to attempt it.  So why aren't you?  Hell even Jigga has as well.

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8.  The Jeans

Yeah...no, I can't wear jeans this skinny.  Maybe a slim/skinny jeans, but not super skinny.  Just not doable.  I don't even think they look comfortable, oy!

7.  Shoes

I only own maybe 3 of these shoes...I'll wear my Chucks to the end of time.  Wearing Chucks since forever.  Oh, and Roos...if I can hide stuff...pretty much epic.  

6.  Vinyls

I listen to vinyl, because music sounds entirely different on vinyl.  It sounds amazing really, but don't get me wrong, I also love my mp3s.  Oh geez, I just love music in general. 

5.  Record Player

See No. 4.  Need I say more...?

3.  Printed T's

Funky, fresh, funny, that's what these tees are about, and Threadless makes some of the best Printed T's.  I would know, that's half my wardrobe.  ^____^

2.  Moustaches/Robots

I'm sorry, I hate the mustache thing that hipster chicks do, as a man that can't grow an epic stache or beard, it makes me furious, and owning this mug is the only thing that can represent a stache for me.  Hipster chicks shouldn't make these stupid staches, cause like I said...I can't.  Dammit.  As for robots, they're awesome, sad or happy, or even demented and wanting to kill us.  They're pretty cool...for now.

1.  Attitude

I don't have a picture of an attitude, all I know is that the culture is growing, people of Wilmington and Portland are coming out of the wood works and they are all over the place.  Maybe it's time for change, or maybe not...hahaha

Something a little new from Kina and friends.  I like.

It is What it Is

This weekend that just past, well I gotta admit.  It has to be the best weekend that I've had in a very long time.  I got to do everything that I always love.  I got great food, great company, and great drinking.  No lie, enjoyed my polish food.  Quite delicious, blood sausage and tripe soup, get the hell out of here, where do you get that kind of stuff...okay yes you can get it at a lot of places but, New Wave, and Syrenka didn't play around and it was no lie.

There was something that got my juices running this weekend.  Dave asked me, why don't I be a food critic.  At the time, the only answer I could think of was, what right do I have to judge other people's cooking?  I always believe that if I wanna judge I will, but on my own personal experience, that's why I have that food journal everyone brought me.  Then Jay said, "But I wanna give my thoughts on a restaurant and make sure everyone get the best idea of a restaurant from my experience."  Of course I thought that was a great way to think it.  That's extremely nice of Posef, however my thought is...what if someone doesn't think my taste of food is the same as theirs.  Do I have that right?  No, I don't, especially if I don't like a place.  Maybe it's because I was in the game for so long, maybe it's because I know that any restaurant, no matter how good or bad, no one wants their restaurant to be bashed.  A lot of blood, sweat, and tears go into the biz, I got no right to review someone that has put their all into a place, or recipe.  I could bash a lot of places, of eaten a lot of different foods, but no.  I have no right, and that's why I'm not a food critic.

As you may or may not know, my life has been pretty hectic and stressful.  I've worked over 11-12 hour days for the last 2 months, and well last week has pushed me to my limit.  I'm at a point where, well fuck it.  I just don't care.  Whatever is going to happen, happens at this point.  However I know one thing that will always calm my nerves, and I know one thing that I love doing most.  I enjoy being in the kitchen, whether it's cutting, cooking, and prepping, I love it all.  This weekend, I wanted to make something that I haven't made in a while, and well, beef stroganoff seemed like a great meal to make.  I'm not one to toot my own horn, but I thought a pretty epic job was done with the dinner last night for the family.  Three hour dish, with egg noodles and some sweet peas for a twist of taste.  I thought a good job was done.  Yes, a good job was done.

Well, that's my rant for tonight, there's something I've been thinking about for quite some time, however I'll discuss that tomorrow.  For now, I'm going to imagine that stew of steak, creamy savory gravy, with my mirepoix of onions, carrots...and mushrooms?  Yup.

I may have placed this video up before, but it's this thought.  I just wanted to say how lucky the guy is whoever is engaged to Kina.  Lucky bastard.  Enjoy. 

A What Now?

First things first...I'm extremely annoyed that this blog did not save on Thursday.  Then again, this hasn't been the only thing that is getting to me.  Pretty sure I'm at my tipping point, I'm positive I'm almost getting burned out.

I'm getting to the point where I just feel like someone is in for a real hurt.  I'm definitely thinking, work is kicking my ass, and well, I'm really at that point where I think I just might be placing a two weeks notice.  I guess I shouldn't be complaining, I'm lucky I even have a job.  However, isn't there a breaking  point?  It just seems ridiculous.  There has to be something entirely different in life.  I don't have to keep doing this.  What happens when you're doing the job of 3 different people.  Is it fair?  Is it even feasible, I don't know if it is or isn't, but I just feel like someone should be punched in the face...don't worry, I'm not going to.

Life has been a roller coaster lately.  I'm looking forward to the future, and I'm definitely looking forward to something different.  Last week I hung out with Rohan and his friends.  It was a great time, definitely got my mind off of things, and really enjoyed an awesome Flyers game.  Great seats too, section 114, and only 14 rows from the ice.  It was awesome!  Afterwards we hung out with Rohan's friend in a No Libs apartment.  It was amazing, great place.  In the span of 5 hours, I watch Rohan drink an entire 30 pack, and then some.  Don't know how, but the kid can still drink.  I just can't do it anymore, quite interesting.  We also played an awesome game of baseball.  It's a drinking game that places baseball and beer pong together.  Line up cups in a power I, and that represents the bases, then put one cup out into a corner, call it a home run shot.  So with a team of however many people, you have two baseball teams.  You have a team up to bat, and team that catches, a very interesting concept to the game.  A ton of rules, but definitely easy to learn and play.  Definitely a game I want to try over the summer.

This weekend, I spent a lot of great times with my friends and family.  I need more weekends for myself.  I need more time to learn and pic up on a few things.  I guess I got big plans for myself.  Honestly, I got to stop watching these TV show about yachts, houseboats, and homes made out of epic things, jebus, seriously I gotta stop.

I'm just tired, and really need to get some sleep, will most likely cut this short, it sucks, cause I definitely had a longer blog on Thursday than this.  However, I got to make some calls and look at some pics of that restaurant I've been looking at.  Night y'all, a new blog will come tomorrow.

I wish I can see a Kina concert this year.  Sad that I can't...booo!  Anywhoo, enjoy the video, it's a good cover.

Oh and check this out.

Better than Kina?

I don't think so, but CL does...such a Kina basher.