Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Beardblog #14

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Beard:

It is twisting into brambles where the hairs of face do grow;

It hath loosed the fateful itching of Its terrible rough mat:

Its moustache marching on!

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Welcome. Welcome back, 7 faithful readers! We are back from our 3-day weekend break. What did y'all think of the story? Silly enough or not nearly? Did you have a good time? Brigitte Beardot and I had a blast! Just the right balance of dragging ourselves from couch to dinner table to bed and round again; with a dash of movie-watching and a very special night out. Ah. I feel like a boy again! A boy of 80 years old.

Let's catch up, shall we? With numbers!

Over The 3-day Weekend:

meals cooked for me = 7
hours spent in front of TV > 8
hours spent asleep ≈ 48
invitations to go to gay bar in L.A.
(received over past 5 months) = 1
$ spent to get to Downtown Los Angeles = 50
level of desperation at time = 8/10
# of drinks on night out = 4
# of cigarettes smoked = 3
# of hot trannies met = 2
# of hours danced = 1
glasses of O.J. I spilt in new friend's car = 1 1/2
nice people I tried too hard to charm = 4 (success rate 2/4)

Probably.

Movies Watched:
Los abrazos rotos - 7.

Song Stuck:
(Χέη, Μπη! Δις ιζ φορ γιού.)
The Gaither Team - Battle Hymn of the Republic


Beard Status:
Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
Moustache is marching oooooooooooooooooooooooooon.

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