It'll Be Years Until I Ever Have Lasagna Again...Years.

I woke up this morning and saw this in the lobby. BMX bikes all over the place. The photo is a just a small sample of how many bikes where there because there was atleast 30 bikes in the lobby. Turns out the Mountain Dew DEW TOUR is in Cleveland this week and all of the riders are staying at same hotel I'm staying at. I rode the elevator with the tour medics. They were talking about how busy they've been. Yeah, I bet.

Today wasn't a very good day for me. As a matter of fact it was a pretty shitty day. The conference was moved to Oberlin, OH so we could tour the NACS office and warehouse. Then we were heading over to this fancy schmancy outdoors mall called Crocker Park to do a little bit of research on marketing. All was going well until we got to mall. That's when things went bad..well, not bad right away..things got bad when we walked into Pac Sun. Apparently I ate something during lunch that didn't agree with me (I think it was the lasagna....I swear, it had nothing to do with the nachos, hot dog...annnnd bratwurst from the night before) because all of a sudden I was overcome by the urge to throw up. I ran out of Pac Sun and puked all over the place. I remember the bus passing a pharmacy on the way into the mall so I thought I'd head that direction to get some Pepto or something to help calm my stomach. In my travels I managed to throw up in Barnes and Nobles, Borders, H&M, American Eagle, Dicks Sporting Goods, and in various bushes throughout the mall. I got to the pharmacy, bought a bottle of Pepto and then immediatly puked it up in the parking lot. Ever seen pink puke mixed with what I think was lasagna? I would have taken a photo if I wasn't traumatized from the fact that I was puking all over the place. Anyways I decided that it might be in my best interest if returned to my hotel room to puke some more and then relax with a little bit of HBO.

Tomorrow is the last day of the conference and then I'm heading home. Ugh...more air travel.

Me and Hacksaw

Everyone has someone from their high school that "made it big" or is somewhat famous. My high school, which was Glens Falls high school located in upstate New York, can proudly say it's biggest celebrity is WWF superstar Jim "Hacksaw" Duggan. If you don't remember him, let me refresh your memory just in case the photo up top doesn't help. He was the one who'd wear the American flag over his shoulders, carry around a 2 x 4, yell "Hoooooo" from each corner of the ring and then give everyone the thumbs up followed by that weird face that reminded me of a constipated Snake Plisskin from ESCAPE FROM NEW YORK. Only Hacksaw didn't wear an eye patch...and he looks nothing like Kurt Russell. Okay, maybe he look a little like Kurt Russell...just a little. Sort of. Maybe.

I didn't know Hacksaw real well but I use to hang out with Hacksaw's nephew. We rode BMX bikes together and from time to time Hacksaw...or Jim as he liked to called when he wasn't being a WWF superstar, would show up while we were riding bikes and he'd say something like "hey boys..hows the bike riding". Then he'd charge us and put us in headlocks and then literally beat the living shit out of us. He didn't mean to beat the shit out of us. He was just having fun. But I think he'd forget that he wasn't "working" and just start shoving us around like we were trained professional wrestlers. No one ever got seriously hurt but I remember one time he knocked my Mountain Dew out of my hand and soda went into my eye. That sucked.

Before I go I'd like to mention that while I was typing this blog entry, some ass-fuck sitting next to me was playing a video game on his cell phone with the volume turned all the way up and it was driving me fucking crazy. It took everything I had to not say anything to him. I was this close (imagine my thumb and pointer finger barely touching) from pouring Mountain Dew into his eyes. Yeah, I was close.