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i loved New York


i love new york was/is my favorite show on tv. however, they have somewhat ruined the show for me now by removing mr. boston.

“i love new york” is a VH1 show that places New York, a former contestant of Flavor of Love 1 and 2 in the hot seat as the bachelorette looking for love. 20 crazy guys filed into her mansion to compete for her heart. There has been some ridiculous characters on the show, including T-Weed who claimed to have been worth $100 million and Heat who kept talking about how he and NY were making heat through “butter kisses.” Oh and Pootie who had a mental breakdown on television and had to leave. Don’t miss out on seeing moments of Romance, he cried over his dog, his heart, his quick departure from the show.

But my favorite was always mr. boston. he was a crazy guy from boston, an accountant. he picked his nose on camera, stammered his speech and was the nerdiest white guy on the show. He was perfect on this cast of crazies and thugs. They constantly attacked him and berated his nervousness.

He was shown displaying white guy basketball skills and the “boston charm.” He was glorious. He was kicked off this week and he will be missed.

pabst blue ribbon

in the days of yore (junior year), I lived in Pittsburgh, PA in an apartment own by Joe, Fred and the family Deiulius. We had a townhouse on Parkview Ave and it was grand. I had two drunk roommates.

Thats enough background.

Bobby turned 21 in November so we were able to procure alcohol relatively easy. Every weekend, we’d get our hands on the glorious 30 pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon for approximately $12. 30 beers was fantastic to us and to the masses that would sit in our kitchen and shoot free throws on our indoor hoop stadium.

Pabst has an impressive history; it obviously begun by winning several blue ribbons. Wikipedia fills in some blanks I have about the history.

Pabst Blue Ribbon (colloquially PBR) is the most famous product of the Pabst Brewing Company. Originally called Pabst Select, the current name came from a blue ribbon tied around the bottle neck, a practice that ran from 1882 until 1916. Also, Pabst Select won a blue ribbon at the 1893 World’s Columbian Exposition for being selected as “America’s Best.” Many people choose Pabst Blue Ribbon due to its labeling as ‘The Most American Beer Ever’, resulting in popularity with the working class.

In 1882 the company started selling the beer with a blue ribbon tied around the neck to signify it was an award winning beer. The beer was so successful that Pabst began ordering millions of yards of blue ribbon. One factory in 1902 worked around the clock for nearly a year to complete a contract for 10 million yards of ribbon.

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Accosted by ‘tutes

Nha Trang, Vietnam. 4 a.m.ish.

I just left a bar that may have been called the Country Club, which was full of travelers of all sorts. I met a dude, age ~old, who may or may not have fathered many children in many nations throughout his years. He didn’t seem very proud of that fact, but he did however, feel proud of his ability to buy me and my friends drinks and shots and high fives.

Also, I spent a bunch of time on the beach nearby the bar talking to a girl whose name I’ve since forgotten that was Austrailian and a few years my senior. After hitting on her for probably an hour and not succeeding, I decided to go back to my hotel and find my friends who left me hours earlier.

It was late, dark and I was somewhat drunk. I took the wrong street home and made it into a scenic, long route. After I regained my bearings, I took the right turns to get home. As I walked, I noticed two girls on a motorcycle stop nearby. They stopped next to me and began to talk to me.

“You need ride?”
“No.”
“Come on, get on here.”

One of the girls gets off the bike and comes up to me. “Come with me.” “No.” “Why?” “Why would I?” Girl inappropriately grabs me. I start running faster. “Where you stay?” “Right over there, leave me alone.” “No, we come with. I suck, she f***.” I run. She catches up, thinking that she just needs to grab me more. Her english is limited so she returns to the same conversation, which I once again turn down. I run again. She gets on her friend’s bike and they leave.

It was crazy.

first entry

This begins my blogging. I have yet to figure out what I’d like to discuss here. But with all the blogs out there, I figure I’ll add my opinion to the world.

I’m going to use this space as a daily writing exercise to develop and expose my thought process to the world.

I don’t like the word scatterbrains.