Memory lane is paved with strangeness

The weekend has been odd one but a much needed break. It was probably the most fun I've had in a while. The following is a list of things witnessed/experienced over two nights (in no particular order):

• Tony's birthday party at The Boom
• Running into an old friend from elementary school randomly
• Mocking/shaming a drunk guy hitting on Tony's girlfriend
• Watching a Vin Diesel look-a-like get slammed on the ground, then having the decency to buy a round of shots for everyone
• Being upset at the cash only late night McDonald's and Burger King
• Running into more old friends on night two at Gasoline Ally
• Watching someone juggling fire in a parking lot
• Wishing the previously mentioned fire juggler would either catch on fire or at least start spitting fireballs into traffic
• Seeing some awesome bands and one terrible comedian (talking to a bored crowd about nothing doesn't count as comedy)
• Seeing a pregnant woman drinking and smoking (the Bob Marley backpack made me expect nothing less from her)
• Being asked to be responsible for an all-you-can-drink keg
• Being the harbinger of bad news when the keg ran dry
  

The weird thing about the weekend was seeing all those old friends/acquaintances was finding out how all our lives had played out so far. Reminiscing about past shenanigans was great. Regrets were discussed and blanks were filled in about what we had all been up to. It hasn't been easy, but it's been a fun ride.

Existential Butter

Late night discussions on existentialism can be interesting as well as thought provoking. Of course, the introduction of Michael Bay reduces the debate to nothing more than an elaborate poop joke.

First Post and Communism

Look what I just did. I made a blog post. Go me. I'm the best around and no one's every gonna take me down. Here's to a, hopefully, prolific blog. Odds are though I'll just get bored with this and go blow crap up in video game land.

A common response to when someone doesn't like something that is generally accepted as awesome is for me to call them a communist for not liking the previously mentioned awesome. This had worked out for me for quite a while with no problems.
Person: I don't like ice cream.
Me: Communist.
Person: Movies were stuff explodes for no apparent reason are dumb.
Me: Commie.
I ran into a contradiction today though. While selecting places to go out for lunch, someone suggested Chinese food but then second guessed their decision wondering if everyone in the party liked Chinese. I began saying that if someone doesn't like Chinese food then they are a communist but then started laughing when I realized what I had just said.

We eventually went for Chinese but couldn't find any places so we settled for some crap Italian place. On the drive back to work we passed a Chinese buffet.

Damn commies...