Another Project almost completed....

This weekend was my job to Tile the laundry room - and I am just the Grout away from completion.
The first question you should ask is "Why does the Laundry room need to be tile?" And to that I have no logical answer. Just doing what the wife tells me to do. The only qualifying statement I can say is that this will be good practice for the 1/2 bathroom (which looks like next weekend's job.)
Funny part was the wife's reaction when she got home on Saturday night. (I had finished my dry cuts and had the whole floor layed out, Sunday was thin-setting the tile, Monday is grout.) "Oh, my god, this looks great." She didn't think I could do it....
Showed her...

Debate

As I wrote that last post I have been watching the V.P. Debate.
Please note - I cannot stand that smug, pompus ass Joe Biden. All my relatives live in Delaware and that state is so disfunctional - everything is run by Unions and he is DEEP in special intersts' pockets. That being said, you can tell that he has been in Washington for 30+ years. He reminds me of Clinton with his slickness.
The chick has done OK in my book...
There is still 30 minutes left. I will sit back and watch...
Very interesting.

Found an Old Friend - That's what it's all about...

Leading up to last weeks' debacle in Clemson I was sitting around, surfing the net and I was thinking of the past and thought of who from my days at Clemson have I lost touch with? One name came to mind- Barn.

Barn's from the highest point between Paris Mt. and Columbia - only He and his family are the only people in SC that know where that little town is but that's the kindof people you meet at Cow Town. He was the cool kind of Band Nerd, he was on the drum line. I always thought - A Red Neck with rhythm, interesting. I always think back on the time he came back to the hall after a NC State game drunk and says "Kevin - I gonna kick your ass." We been friends ever since.

We went to a 3 Bowl games after graduation and they were packed with memories:

• Being denied entry into a Honky Tonk in Jacksonville after the game and fearing for our lives. Instead we bought a 6-pack to go and Barn was paranoid the SC Highway Patrol would get his finger prints off the bottles as we threw them out the window in Cottageville.
• Stumbling drunk through MARTA trains.
• As Barn's shoe sole came 1/2 off he decides to lay down in the middle of the intersection in Buckhead between Steamhouse and Lu Lu's Baitshack. And he stops traffic at 11:40 on New Years Eve until I realize he's layed out in the middle of the street.
• After that - We get befriended by a group of Marine's and all of a sudden some schmuck crashes a bottle on one of the Priviate's heads and I proceed to grab the guy by the hair and give him 6-7 knee lifts as the rest of the Platoon converges on the guy and pummels the shit out of him. All the while, Barn is sitting at the bar trying to convince a girl to kiss him at midnight - "c'mon, gimmeakiss." He didn't even know the fight happened.
• We were in charge of passing out the Champagne at midnight that night and many people were pissed because we kept drinking out of all the bottles we were supposed to be passing out.
• We spent one New Years Eve getting rained on at Jacksonville Station - and whoever said Jacksonville Station is fun is full of shit - I hope I never go back there.
• We watched Syracuse whip our ass one year and the man-child next to me was the rudest, most obnoxious fan in the world. I sat thru 2 1/2 Quarters of this game having this kid scream at the team, the coach the fans, etc. Well I put up with this kid until he bumped my arm and made me spill my beer - unacceptable and I SCREAMED at this kid and threatened his life. He apologized and left - I got a standing ovation from the entire section and free beers bought for me...

As you can see, these are some memories that aren't easily forgotten. But, we lost touch over the years. Moving and relationships all take their tolls but 10 or so years later it was good to just pick up the phone and hear "I wanna see some big titties." Nothing has changed. He's the same, I'm the same and if we lived closer together, Barn would barge into my house, go straight to the beer fridge, take my last beer and walk out - like he did many times in college. That's what friendship is all about...