Well, readers, Tuesday was my three year TLO anniversary. That’s right. I’ve been writing for The Lost Ogle for three years, which, incidentally, is way longer than I’ve ever held a job. I think my longevity here is due to the lack of rules and such. But that’s neither here nor there. What’s important is that on March 5, 2010, I started writing FNITBT for this blog. And, much like most men, these guys totally forgot our blogiversary. No flowers, no candies, no fancy dinner. Nothing. Ladies, blogging may seem glamorous. But it’s just as lame as your real life relationships.
Anyway, here’s your Friday Night in the Big Town.
I could fill a book with stories about friends of mine and their behavior at Willie Nelson concerts. Their antics will leave you wondering if your body could handle the amount of drugs/alcohol needed to act the fool at the same level they did. The answer is probably no. And for this reason, I also have a lot of friends who have attended various rehab programs.
Anyway, perhaps you’re a fan of the music and not the antics of my friends. And if that’s the case, you’ll need to head on over to Concho to catch this show. It looks like tickets are still available, so you should pack up a car of all your closest friends. And when your all done, you can do some gambling. Put a $20 in a machine for me. If it wins, you can give me the winnings. If you lose, sorry dude. Sucks for you.
Ahhh, the job hunt. Is there anything worse than putting on the most uncomfortable business attire imaginable and schlepping around a pile of expensive papers that bare your sole in the form of a bulleted list of experiences and accomplishments, only to put your future in the hands of recruiters who really don’t care? There is nothing worse, I tell you. I know. Trust me. I’m a perpetual job hunter. The grass is always greener on the other side. I only say this because I used to work here.
Anyway, scads of lame kids are about to graduate from college with degrees in things that are worthless. Many of these Gen Y kids will never make us as much as the generation before them due to the Great Recession, so say the analysts. So, if you want to go to a place where you can make fun of kids who look like they’re playing dress up in their parents’ clothes and will never really amount to anything, you can go to this career fair.
Fun Story: So, my father is coercing me into buying a new car. Five years ago, he goaded me into buying a new car, and that’s what I drive today. And if he didn’t encourage me to get a new car, I’d probably be driving a 1986 Toyota Camry that smelled like mildew and the several previous owners, simply because I find car shopping to be tedious and stressful. But, now, according to my father, it’s time to get a new car. And, to quote my dad, “you need to get a car that says to men, ‘hey, motherf*ckers, I don’t need you.’” My father, the feminist.
Anyway, if you’re in the market for a new car, there is a car show going on at the state fairgrounds this weekend. It’s the one that Brent Skarky does the commercial for. But if that deters you, don’t worry. I don’t think he’ll actually be there. And, you know, since I’m in the market, it would be cool if you could pick up a car for me while you’re there. I really don’t want to have to go through all the trouble on my own.
That’s all for this week, readers. If you have an anniversary this weekend, I hope someone remembers it. And I guess, thanks are in order, to Patrick for letting me write these past three years.
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