Back again...for now

Okay, haven't written anything in awhile. My neighbor in the apartment above us moved out and moved his internet out as well. Now, I'm not saying that we were stealing his internet, but coincidentally, my internet did stop working the same day he moved out. Luckily, I have found that during certain peak hours, I can get internet if I sit ever so closely to the wall dividing me and my neighbors next to me.

Let's play a little catch up. One of the more fun weekends I've had in the past month or so was when I saw The Molly Ringwalds. They are a very rockin' 80s cover band. The pre-party was at my apartment, since I live downtown (a very good location for meeting up before or after Jackson events). I performed a costume change between the pre-party and going to see the band at the club. At the pre-party, I donned a white button down shirt, white socks, wayferer sunglasses, and underwear. Figuring that the club might not let me in with underwear on, I made a change into general 80s guy. You can't tell in the picture below, but the highlight of my outfit was an actual visor from the 1984 Olympics in Los Angeles (thank you Hudson's).

I got season tickets to Southern Miss Football this season. The first game was fun, and I'm a big Larry Fedora fan. In the first game with Fedora as coach, USM broke their all time record for total yards on offense with over 600 yards. Granted, we played Ooh-La-La, but we've played other sucky teams in our history and haven't gone off like that. The receivers are incredible to watch. Deandre Brown is a 6'6" 230 lb beast who will one day play on Sundays. Shawn Nelson is our tight end, but Fedora lines him up in the slot. Oh yeah, Nelson is 6'5" and 240 lbs, so it isn't surprising that he had 12 receptions and over 100 yards against Auburn. Should be fun to watch this team grow throughout the season.

About 11 of us got tickets together around the 50 yard line in the upper deck on the east side. I purchased a Sony radio, so I can listen to John Cox call the games. I caught some flack for that, but I don't care...I always have the answer when someone inevitably asks, "who just caught that?" No avoiding it...let's discuss this past weekend. On Saturday, I had a wedding to attend in Hattiesburg at 6:00 PM. I also had a bachelor party for one of my good friends to get to in Destin. After the Hattiesburg wedding, I headed to Destin. Off of 10 East, I took Exit 22 to get to 98 East. I didn't know that there was a toll, which we Mississippians do not anticipate or plan for. It was 11:00 PM when I got to the toll booth and I had no cash, so I asked the lady if I could pay with a card. She said no, but they took checks. Not having a check either, I asked her what my options were. She informed me that she could issue me an "IOU", so I now have to mail the State of Florida $3.50. This might be the smallest debt I've ever created for myself.

I finally met up with my friends at Rum Runners in Destin at about 12:15 AM. Rum Runners had dueling pianos and a decent number of good looking girls. One group of girls were there for a bachelorette party, so our group got along well with them. In my efforts to impress some of them with my dancing skills, one of the other guys and I decided to flip in the air. Instead of landing on my feet and wowing the crowd, I broke an otherwise nasty fall with my face and knees. My left knee started gushing with blood and my nose was slightly scraped up. Surprising to most, I was sober for this exhibition. Later, at Waffle House, one of the other guys decided that it would be funny to stick his finger inside of my wound (thanks Krebs).

When we got back to the condo, I realized that 7 guys in a one bedroom condo wouldn't fair well for my knee or sleep, so I took off for Jackson at 4:00 AM (4 whole hours in Destin!). I returned to Jackson at about 9:00 AM and my knees were so swollen and sore that I couldn't walk. I went to the doctor on Monday for X-rays and a tetnis shot (thanks Krebs). Turns out that I'm okay...my knees were just so swollen that I couldn't move them. The anti-inflammatory pills that the doc gave have helped tremendously.

Anyway, the moral of the story is that nothing good happens after 2 AM.