Stretching the all Mighty Dollar

After trudging thanklessly through a month of rotten luck, (the 49ers not making the Super Bowl, no rain, and my vain attempt at trying to make out with the protruding bricks at SJSU) the universe finally tossed a little love my way in the form of fifteen dollars.  There it lay upon the floor in the Starbuck's lobby like the pot of a gold at the end of a shit brown rainbow.  Every cent of my find would go towards lifting my spirits and enhancing my existence. 

If only we could turn that "F" into and "R."

I travelled to the nearest Safeway in hopes of purchasing the newest Thrasher Magazine, but was disappointed to find only the Skateboard Mag.  I was not disappointed however, to see that Daryl had a little interview nestled in the back pages.  No financial transaction occured, but things already started to look a little sunnier for me.

Tommy's is located within eye sight of Safeway, so my first $7.00 was spent on a pint of Sierra Nevada.

Total = $8.00

As the day progressed I found myself becoming weary, and thus purchased a different type of mind altering beverage that brings me joy.  I decided to forgo the carton of eggs because my funds were diminishing a little too quickly.  

Total = 6.65

If you begin to notice a Half Baked sort of theme to my adventure do not be surprised.

Being heart set on reading the new Thrasher I ventured into the Downtown San Jose Safeway.  There I was to find only the new Transworld magazine.  I went ahead and bought the damn thing.

Total = $1.20

Niko had promised me a couple beers because I fixed the toilet he had clogged (hehe Clog) earlier that day.

Total remains at $1.20

A couple bags of nuts and .99 cents later...

Total = .21 cents

We'll just have to throw the rest into the douche bag jar and wait for a rainy day. 

Ace to the D

To say that Andy Aced and I did not always see eye to eye is like calling my interest in pie making a "phase."  For every good time we shared together there were surely a handful of negative ones tagging along for the ride.  Our personalities differed greatly, and more often than not we would butt heads in goat like fashion.  Many years have past and we both have grown up, him considerably and myself, eh maybe a little, and now have a common acceptance of the things that have come to pass between us.  This video part was filmed sometime during our middle school years and still makes me a little fuzzy, and furious, inside my belly.  Or maybe it is just the quesadilla I just consumed.  Love yah Ace D.

 

January Quite Contrary

The month of January has provided the us with nothing more than endless blue skies of banality and football related failure.  I apologize to loyal Clog followers (Ben Fowler) for not posting a single thing during January, but there wasn't a trickle of rain to keep me indoors and on my laptop.  February is already promising sufficient amounts of rain and cold weather, perfectly fit for Clogging.

I am not totally sure if I would choose to bartend on New Year's Eve again... just saying.

Ciopinno 

The 49er's playoff run seemed promising, and our Tommy's crew was topnotch.  Observe the infamous Colin poking out from behind the post on the left side of the picture.

When the times got tough the rally slippers always found their way onto Mike's rancid feet.  I am blaming the 49er's defeat on the fact that we didn't watch that particular game at Tommy's.  We all learned a painful lesson that day.

No matter how dismal January was, Ben is back, Pizza my Heart is back in our lives, and the rain finally came.