Monday, December 7, 2009

Mondays

I sit here on my bar stool at my bar on a Monday night. The neon signs flood the room giving a quaint ambiance of comfort. The tip of my smoke burns red as I inhale the sweet slow death. The plastic that is my glass is cold to the touch, the contents of my beverage cold to the lips. Sweet spirits take over my body, the smooth roll as the alcohol takes hold washes over me. The typical bar banter rings in my ears. You have the stereo-typical drunk slumping in the corner after ten to many drinks; the bar girls squealing high pitched call of joy at the end of the bar; and the bartender hates his life and is watching his dream wash by.

This is the life of a bar.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Strung

School oh school you are killing me. The stress of this place is starting to ring me dry. Granted its not only school that's stressing me out but its not helping by any means. I've decided to start getting up at six every day and that hasnt been so bad because I can get work done before class. But after school and then one or both of my jobs I still can't sleep at night. So I generally I've been getting four hours of sleep a night. My days have been pretty much a daze for that past two weeks. I can't wait until that huge christmas break so that I can just relax for a few weeks.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Writing Block

So I've started a new band and I'm the vocalist. Granted we don't have a full band yet but we are trying to put it together. Our guitarist Bern has been writing plenty of songs and I am supposed to write lyrics to these songs. But as of late I have had complete writers block and can't seem to think of anything awesome. For our first song I wrote about lumberjacks and how badass they are. It worked out alright but after that I have been in a complete slump.

I thought about writing a tune about the most badass man that had ever lived. He went by the name "Mad Jack". He was from scottland and fought in WWII. He didnt really like to use a gun and when his boat touched down in Normandy his was playing his bagpipes as the door dropped. He only used a claymore (giant sword) and a bow when he went into battle. He was also captured by the Germans after they blew up his platoon and only he lived. They took him to a concentration camp and decided to leave so he left. After being free and wandering for a while he got captured again and repeated the first process until he found a platoon of US troops near italy.

Basically I think I will write a second song about Mad Jack and there you have it thats my blog.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

My ol' B-day

So Monday was my official birthday. I got a call from one of the bar owners downtown telling me that he would throw me a quarter barrel for free. I'll be honest i was hesitant at first and didn't know if i would feel up to it. In the end I decided it was a good idea. I called a bunch of my friends and we headed to the bar. He opened just for us and began to bring the beer. Surrounded by all of my good friends in a not so busy bar was awesome. This bar also happens to carry a bunch of forty plus year old bottles of whiskey. I love whiskey and this is also why i partially love this bar. Everyone was sitting around having a good time playing a couple of drinking games and drinking for free. I decided that it would be a good idea to take up a collection for the bar owner since he was throwing me a party with his beer. After a few shots of whiskey and a bunch of pitchers of beer between the ten of us I decided it was time to go. Overall a good night.

This birthday of mine was exactly what I needed. Between school work and social life I was stressed beyond belief. My school was suffering, I hated going to work and my girlfriend was having a hard time with me being busy all the time. This birthday was my release. I know it sounds bad that drinking is a release but really its not about that. I used to BmX all the time but two knee injuries later and no health insurance to get it fixed the second time my actions are limited. I've lost either the motivation to do alot of the things that I used to do or I just simply can't or my legs won't work the next day. So back to my point that the drinking is not a release for me. Really its not its the fact that a bunch of my friends came out on a Monday night to have a good time with me. That's one of the best feelings I've had in a long time.

So thank you to all of my friends and to all the people who wished me a happy birthday.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Post a bit Late

So I know that this is a bit late but nothing happened next week, and i decided to wait because I knew that Oktoberfest was coming up. Oh Oktoberfest how La Crosse loves you. Well my friday began with me going to class and you could almost feel the anticipation in the air. Then i went to work at my game store and the electricity in the air was unreal. I sat at my computer dealing with my internet customers, hearing the screams of glee as the groups of people were walking by the store to the fest grounds. Well that boring day finally came to a close and this is where my story begins.

One might be thinking that I would go after work downtown to get my drink, but I would have to say oh but nay. I was walking my happy ass down to the bar to work. My night started around seven. The bar wasn't to packed yet and I was okay with that it gave me time to get the bar stocked with everything that we would need to start the night. Every thing was going pretty good having an alright time. Around ten the bar started to get pretty busy and I had to begin actually working. The process of me lugging cases of beer through a huge crowd had just begun. After eight hours of up and down stairs carrying cases of beer had really taken its toll on my bad knee. After work i went home and passed out for the next day.

Day two opens around eleven o'clock to the sun burning holes in my eyelids. I got up and stumbled my groggy self to bathroom. I had a whole day planned and the first stop on my trip was my buddies place to have a couple beers and hang out. About an hour into hanging out with my buddies I got a call that the bar was super packed and i needed to go in. The time was about four and I knew that i was going to have to work all night till bar time. The bar was packed most of the night and I couldn't get a break. Up and down, Up and down. I probably went up and down those stairs at least two hundred times. By the end of the night I could hardly walk and I went home and fell asleep so fast it was unreal.

So that was my fun Oktoberfest weekend. But its not all that bad I made out pretty decent in tips and my birthday was coming up. Those two night were a real solid time and I will detail them in my next post.

Friday, September 18, 2009

Can't sleep

So I spent the greater part of the day trying to figure out what i was going to write here. I went through the events of the week, what was in the news and all that other stuff that you can normally write a page and a half about. Nothing seemed to come to mind. So as I lay there in my bed staring at the ceiling I looked at the clock and realized it was almost four in the morning. I figured what better to write about than the pointless dribble that comes out of a over tired persons mind, the senseless babble that not even the best of people can make sense out of. So you may be asking yourself what exactly is this blog entry about, well to tell you the truth I have no idea because my mind is so shot it can't even make sense of what its thinking.

I've been putting up with this not sleeping thing for some time now and sometimes when your this tired the stuff that comes out of you is great. Other times its literary garbage that you can't even make a coherent sentence out of (i hope for the sake of my grade its the first of the two). I've tried everything from sleeping pills to meditation nothing seems to work. When I try the pills yes they knock me out but I feel no more rested than when i don't sleep, and when i try the "meditation" I might as well just lay down and pretend I'm sleeping to give off the effect.

I don't know what causes me to not sleep, be it stress or just the fact that my mind never shuts up, I have no idea. Either way it doesn't matter because life goes on and i need to keep trying to make the grade, that why we are all here. Anyway in closing I am sorry for this mindless rant and I do hope my later blogs are better than this.


Good night

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Idiots in a Bar

Could someone please tell me why there are so many idiots that go downtown to the bars? I work downtown at a bar as a bouncer and I get to deal with these morons every weekend. How hard is it to go downtown, drink, have a good time and not become a complete belligerent dumb ass. Pardon my french but it amazes me that people go out and do this every weekend.

When I go downtown I drink, and I drink a lot, but i do not turn into a piece of drunken mush that i see week in week out. Yeah I might be running around hoopin' and hollerin' but I'm stumbling and causing to much of a ruckus. How hard is that? Now don't get me wrong I have become a drunken mess on a couple of occasions and I knew that it was my time to go home, but every weekend I get to deal with college kids who think that they can just keep on truckin' and end up falling all over the place so that I have to kick them out. To make matters worse when I do kick them out they feel as if they can barter thier way back into the bar. "C'mon man I'm not that drunk;" "Dude really? You such an asshole" are the typical reactions to doing my job. Sometimes it does end up in a fight because the alcohol is worth that ticket your going to get. Really? Is that what college students have become? A drunken group mob that doesn't know when enough is enough? Its quite sad.

Now I'm not saying that everyone should quit drinking because I drink and yes I think it is fun. I think we should all just realize that living you days hungover is not a good thing, or at least when you go out to party realize enough is enough.