Truer Than Fiction

My not-so-eventful, everyday life.

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Thursday, March 30, 2006


I'm usually not one to post song lyrics, but these just speak volumes on the state of America today:

"We're sung to sleep
by philosophies
that save the trees
and kill the children."

-Casting Crowns, While You Were Sleeping

That's just amazing and insightful writing.

Monday, March 20, 2006

I've Been Had!

So, yeah, C and I went out last night to see the theater production of Movin' Out, the tickets to which were her Valentine's Day present. I thought it would be pretty cool to see a play based on Billy Joel's music, you know, since he rocks and everything. I figured they could probably do a neat play with his songs as the foundation.

We get to the theater early, take our seats as soon as the doors open, and it's not long until the show starts. It opens with his song "Scenes From An Italian Restaurant." People start coming out on stage. They're dancing around, rocking out. So far, so good... Wait a minute, something's not right here... No one is talking. Is that girl on her tippy toes? Did that dude just pirouette? No, it can't be... It is!

It's a ballet!

Pwned. I was suckered into going to the ballet, the one major form of performance art that I had had the pleasure of not ever attending in my entire life. I actually like regular plays, and I bit the bullet to go to the opera once in high school for extra credit. But I'd never been to the ballet before. Until now.

In all fairness, it wasn't that horrible. I got to listen to a live band, and they were pretty awesome. There was a part where they drove a car on stage. That's pretty manly. The chicks were hot, so that's good. There was a stripper scene (no actual nudity here; they keep it PG-13 for the kids), so bonus points there. I'm sure that guys would have less problems with the ballet if there were more strippers. And, you have to admit, there's worse things they could do ballet to than Billy Joel. All in all, I didn't hate it. It's probably not something I would go to again though.

I would have to say that the most awkward thing about the production was what I referred to as "the gay scene." Now, there was no overt homosexuality here. But these guys were just dancing around on stage by themselves. Oh sure, they tried to make it manly with the occassional punch in the arm or high five, but when it comes down to it... dude, you're dancing around with two other guys. Cut that out.

After the... ballet... we went to The Chessecake Factory for dinner. Now, I'd never been to one of these places, and I have to admit that I wasn't expecting much from a place with "factory" in the name. But this place was nice. It had a really cool Atlantis/Mediterranean architectural theme going on, and the food was fantastic. We had chicken pot stickers for appetizer, and I had hibachi steak for dinner while C had the four cheese pasta. Both were really good. For dessert I had the oreo cheesecake, which is pretty much the only cheesecake I've come close to actually enjoying. C had a caramel cheesecake, which she was a big fan of.

So, all in all, it was a very successful date night out. I just thought I would post this warning, though, to any other guys who may be thinking about taking their ladies to the theater to see Movin' Out. Don't be fooled like I was! It's a ballet!

Monday, March 13, 2006

Awesome Saturday

This past weekend was great. Since the girls were going to go out for a dinner theater experience on Saturday night, the guys decided that we would get together and do our own thing. The rest of my team at work was out of town on Friday, so I decided to go down to Ryan and Phil's office a day early, work from there for the remainder of the day, and spend the night at their place. It ended up being pretty quiet on the work front. Ryan apparently spilled some water in his keyboard and shorted out his "x" key, so we went driving around to like five different places to find a replacement. We eventually found one at Office Depot.

Once we made it back to the office, we decided to go and grab dinner at Quizno's. The prime rib sub is awesome. You should get it. From Quizno's we headed back to their place. Steve met up with us there, and we watched some Star Trek and Family Guy episodes that they had recorded. Unfortunately, Matt McHugh wasn't feeling well and couldn't make it, so we ended up being one guy short for the weekend. We went to bed around midnight since we had to get up pretty early for paintball on Saturday.

I used to play paintball a bunch with friends in high school, but once I graduated I didn't really have the time or the money to keep up with the hobby. Our time playing on Saturday definitely brought back some fun memories. We ended up playing for most of the day for around $50 a person. All of the games we played were attack and defend. One team would attack the other and try to take their flag while the other team defended it. They had a variety of courses, and we played on Castle, Compound, Village, Rock Garden, and one last one that I can't remember the name of, which had the attacking team pushing up a big hill to try and take a flag. The defending teams always won in a complete slaughter on that course.

The highlight of the day for me took place when I was on the attacking team on Rock Garden. We had slowly made our way up the left flank of the defending team, whittling down their defenses and trying to sneak up to the flag from behind. I had stealthily crept along the back border of the course to an opposing team member who was busy holding off a frontal assault. I got up to within ten feet of him and demanded his surrender. He, instead, spun around in an attempt to catch me off guard. I was ready for this and took him out with one shot to center mass.

I had a couple of teammates coming up behind me, and one of them began firing. Apparently I had missed another defender over to my right (it turned out it was the father of the guy I shot). One of my teammates was eliminated quickly. I spun around to try and help my remaining teammate. I crouched, brought up my gun, pulled the trigger...


Crap! My gun hadn't recocked itself after my last shot. I frantically reached for the hammer to pull it back, but I wasn't fast enough. My game ended when the guy put a ball directly in my left eye on my mask. We ended up losing that round, but we got a lot closer to capturing their flag than they did when they were the attacking team.

Once we were done with paintball, we headed back to Ryan's place to shower. Phil called Bobby, and when he arrived we all went to Sweetwater Tavern. I was pretty starved after the day's activities and ordered a drunken ribeye. Man, that was one of the best steaks I've ever had. I definitely need to go back to that place sometime with Courtney. We had a great time eating and talking, and our waitress was phenomenal with the service. She got a very hefty tip at the end of the night.

So, that pretty much brought to a close a great guy's day out. I hope that we can do it again sometime in the summer.

Friday, March 03, 2006

Worst Traffic EVAR!

It took me three hours to get to work yesterday. I left before nine, and I had to stop and pick up lunch ON THE WAY TO WORK. It was a disaster. Some dumbass trucker overturned his vehicle on the overpass on the outer loop of 495 that goes over 270. He not only succeeded in closing all lanes of the outer loop, but he dumped a bunch of lumber off the overpass onto 270, closing all northbound and southbound lanes. Well done, indeed, sir. I was forced to drive around the entire inner loop of the beltway (yes, over the Woodrow Wilson bridge) to get to work, as all the other avenues of escape were not moving at all.

I hate semi trucks.