Even the Squad must come to an end

today, i have two words to share that can inspire even the most stoic of manly manly men to scream like little nancies and wave their arms in the air like a pair of wind socks: Six Flags.

that's right. that's how we play hookie out here in the dirty jers. right in the middle of the week - me and the roomies are bouncing on outta here and taking the flags by storm.

it's the beginning of the last chapter of the MDP Squad = conor moves out to utah on sunday. boooo. so no more UFC fight nights at hooters, no more "rock of love" with bret michaels or "how i met your mother," no more squad hikes in the "mountains," no more running the tables at general poore's tavern, no more squad lunches at work, no more yelling at the mets for not pulling santana. it's all coming to a close, and i don't know if kittle and i have enough moxy to keep the squad mojo alive just the two of us. so, it's one last hurrah at Six Flags.

let it be told that the Squad rocked it hard and all the way to the end. i'm going out in a barrage of popcorn and motion-sick-upchucky.

i feel like stuff has gotten pretty routine lately - and then today we had brown water. there was a sign posted and everything, right in the hallway as i was coming home. "when you turn on the hot water and it is brown, let it run for a while before using it." nevermind that it's brown - but why does it KEEP coming out brown... it'd be one thing if you flushed it and got the brown-town out of its system. but you leave the sink or shower alone for a while , come back and try it: brown. i was taking a shower and decided that feeling wet was the best i was going to do - cleanliness is a bit of a lofty goal today.

and then i got a facebook note from my good buddy and long-lost drummer joe heider and he told me his next band was going to be named "meatier shower." that, of course, or "sugar-tipped arrows never kill" (S.T.A.N.K. for short).

i miss that guy. now, i need to go take another meatier shower before i go to bed.

Well I'd say it's been long enough

I'm gonna be honest, my break from blogging was somewhat intentional - mostly when I realized that the visibility was a bit higher than I was comfortable with... :) It's weird having people from work commenting on your latest adventures.

But it's okay - we're in the clear. I tracked em all down and locked them in the storage closet of my apartment and I'm keeping them alive with table scraps I squish through the mail slot.

Don't ask me how a mail slot made its way onto the storage closet door. You can never plan far enough ahead.