Not a bad weekend.

Going 2-0 on a weekend's worth of football will make a lot of things a lot easier to deal with come Monday.
Unfortunately, it doesn't do shit for someone waking you up at 3:30 AM and not being able to get back to sleep before the alarm goes off at 6.  I'm hurting pretty bad today.

Current beer-scale: 9.0


The thing about weddings

Yeah, you can't tell but that's how I watched last weekend's game.

And I wouldn't have cared if the NBC sports app wasn't terrible and casinos weren't designed to give you no other option than to gamble by making everything else around you terrible.

Vegas is not my kind of town.  See the drinks on the table?  One whiskey, one whiskey sour, two waters, $27.  Fuck that.  Watching the game on my phone b/c the sports book is on the complete opposite end of the casino than the wedding?  Fuck that.  Bringing my six-month old b/c the rest of the family is coming as well, only we just got him sleeping through the night and now the week after the trip has been a nightmare b/c he refuses to go back to sleeping all night?  I can't quite say "fuck that" but yes, that sucks.

Maybe my perspective is skewed but traveling for a wedding has been something I've rarely enjoyed.  And Vegas was not one of those times.  Add the idea that we're back to poor nights sleep every night since getting back and the longer I'm home the worse this trip becomes.

It's not all bad.  The baby started rolling over this week, and even though it's one more thing to watch for it's cool to see him develop.  And I am definitely continuing my recent whiskey drinking when I get home tonite.

Current beer-scale: 8.2


Vegas baby, Vegas

No, literally, a Vegas baby.

Four days in Vegas for a wedding was perhaps a day too long.  Someone freaked out on Saturday afternoon, leading to a very quick visit to the reception instead of being able to down several mojitos.  Bummer.  Not that I blame him, I'm not crazy about Vegas either.

He did make the best of hotel living though.  Look at that smile.  Now if we could only get him back on his old sleep schedule again.

Current beer-scale: 8.1 & wishing I was still out of the office.


Right back at'cha chief


That was a brutal ride home.  Started with getting cursed at by some old fart in a BMW for taking up his road space on State street, ended with nearly getting clipped by some chunky soccer mom pulling away from the curb without looking two blocks before home.  Good times.

At least I was able to track down a random UPS guy who was able to confirm the truck with the package that couldn't be delivered earlier today was just down the street and would give me five minutes to run over and sign for it. 

And it was totally worth it, b/c the package was a pair of levis for the baby. 

How cute are they?!  So glad I could actually get them since our buzzer is broken and who knows when that'll get fixed.  But that, coupled with a smiley baby and some picture day proofs, was more than enough to make a bad commute fade away. 

Current beer-scale: 8.4



Might as well just switch to posting dog beach updates.

Yesterday was all about vaccination.  The baby hit 6 months and I had the day off to take him to his pediatrician's appointment.  So the dog got a beach trip before heading to the vet to get her shots too.

Unfortunately, even though I'd had the off day on the office calendar since the baby's two month appointment in June, a co-worker set a board meeting for last night from 6-8 PM.  With the Bears on MNF.  Good fucking times.  All I will say is thank god for the watch ESPN app and my ipad.

So the baby got to visit the office after his appointment while we waited for the wife to come by and take him home.  And I got to watch a football game while I was trapped at work.  I think that counts as enough of a day's work that I can save the vacation day too.

Current beer-scale: 8.2