Thursday, August 25, 2005

Alburqwerky - Part II

I know I've been away for a while, sorry about that. Don't forget to visit weekly, I'm still here! Again, I've been out of town. Right now, I'm back in Alburquerque. This place doesn't get any better the more I visit. I don't know why anyone would move out here.

Excuse me, Mr. President

I decided to book a flight that arrived an hour earlier than my co-workers. Aside from the extra frequent flyer miles, that was a waste! As we attempted to depart from Salt Lake City on my connecting flight, we were stuck on the airplane. President Bush's arrival required all air space to be cleared, so we couldn't go anywhere. WTH? Is his flight really worth disrupting commercial air traffic? I was even more frustrated since my ATL flight arrived 15 minutes before my next flight's scheduled departure, which had me running through the airport. I ended up arriving at the exact same time my co-workers did.

Got Diapers?

So instead of getting settled in my hotel first, I headed off to the worksite, anxious to see what Albuqwerky will treat me with next. So I'm signing my name at the security desk, and the guy that's giving me the visitor's badge has a huge wet pee mark on his pants. Ummmm, WTH? Did he put it away too quickly? Got excited talking to the receptionist? Ran out of Depends? What ever the reason, it's sick. *Gotta wash my hands, badge may be contaminated*

Thanks, Dat Fuule

Since Dat Fuule has been pressuring me to go check out the Martini Grille, I ventured over there. Again, anxious to see what the city has for me. Yippee, it's happy hour! Boo!, only well drinks. So here I am, at happy hour, and I'm the only customer there. I ate dinner, and enjoyed my Belvedere Martini (not half off). They had a band playing that night, but I wasn't about to return back. I did learn that the military and UNM is was draws most people here.

This Ain't Vegas

My last night here, I had to go do something. So I hit up the casino at Sandia Indian Reservation. I'm excited the entire 12 mins it took to get there, with visions of Vegas running through my mind. I arrive... dark as HELL!!! They must have something against street lights at intersections. So here I am, making turns at 3 mph so I won't accidently run over a cactus. Inside, the Casino quickly brought me back to my Vegas comfort zone. I head straight for the $5 Blackjack table. The drink lady comes. I'm expecting a voluptuous blond, 3 feet of cleavage, 3 inch heels, you know, the Vegas girls. Ahhh, no. This ain't Vegas. Lady looks like she works in the diner across the street. I asked for a screwdriver. Uhhh, This ain't Vegas. I had to settle for a lemonade. Anyways, I'm trying to save money, so I had intentions on losing anything significant. I started with $40, and I ended up with $75!!!

Albuquerque isn't so bad afterall. :-)


OK, remember earlier, I mentioned I downloaded a bunch of movies that I can watch on my laptop. As ghetto as it sounded to everyone, WHATEVER! I enjoyed a very nice movie on plane. I felt sorry for everyone else who was stuck watching 2 year old episodes of "Everybody Loves Raymond".


Why did my boss tell us at lunch last week that he had himself "fixed"?

Another Gas Blog

Folks driving away w/o paying for gas is old news. It's always been going on. I'll tell you what's surpriseing. Folks are now siphoning gas from other vehicles!!! Now that's some craziness! I may have to go buy lock for my gas cap.


At 12:42 PM, Blogger DatFuule said...

Um, you were supposed to go with other people. Drinking alone in a bar when nobody else is there is kinda alcoholic behavior.

I'm not sure if we're supposed to have the intervention first, and then you go to the meetings to truly be an alkie, so right now I guess you're just a drunk. :-)

At 1:13 PM, Blogger Jez Chill said...

I was with co-workers, not the cool co-workers either, so that wasn't going to happen, so I just enjoyed dinner, alone. Next time!

At 1:21 PM, Blogger Call 2 Arms said...

I used to hate when Presidents came to the Bay Area, they messed up all sorts of things. Traffic on bridges, streets, air.

Lucky for Northern Cal, Bush hates us and I don't think he's been here the entire two terms. Unlike Clinton who seemed to be here every month fundraising and holding up air traffic for hair cuts.

Say high to NM for me.

At 3:03 PM, Blogger WIP said...

"So here I am, making turns at 3 mph so I won't accidently run over a cactus." *LOL*

How is having oneself fixed TMI? Info may come in handy in your far away future. I guess? There are plenty of married brothers who, to this day, still thank my husband for his "sharing" and now their wives thank him, albeit unspoken. And ... if it wasn't for our fine young pastor blazing the trail, and then sharing TMI, I'd probably be knocked up to this day (Da husband wanted five.).

Who says Black men don't get cut, burned and knotted for the cause? Oh the memories after that out-patient moment. Ice. Beach towel. No draws. Couch. Pain medicine. Me making him laugh. Him begging me not to. Still doesn't compare to the hell I went through. I digress before madd Black Motherhood rears her head. She's the one robed in stretch marks (read: badges of honor), unable to "stand at attention," lacking in elasticity, standing in for the once six-pack broad, however, due to C-sections everything below the belt is still in tact. Without mend. Sans child birth stretch-age.

Sorry. TMI. :x)

Glad you' back. Now get to planning those nuptials.

At 6:40 PM, Anonymous Miss A said...

that's why my gas gauge was lower this morning than it was last night~!

*Locating my camera so I can record throughout the night who's coming up to the tank*

the trick to gambling is to NOT drink! LOL That's why your money stays in Vegas! LOL They gotta pay for the free drink somehow!

At 8:04 PM, Blogger DizYaBoy said...

nice blog man ...

new reader from harlem ..

At 4:33 AM, Blogger NeenaLove said...

ahhh... New Mexico... brings back some memories. **lone tear escapes my right eye**

At 12:12 PM, Blogger E to the dwige said...

What people are stealing gas from gas tanks! That is crazy. Well I hope there's gas in my car when I get back from my trip. Otherwise I'm in trouble.

At 3:30 PM, Anonymous Coley said...

Hey Chill... Just stopping in to say hello! Ummm soooo much to say, but sooo little time. People have been known to siphon gas on occassion in the city I work in, but I think that might be the crime of the century if they don't do something about these sky-rocket prices!


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