Saturday Morning comes quick!

I usually open the store by myself on Saturday morning to give the wife a chance to catch a few hours more sleep. Most of our customers come later in the day and since she has to be on her feet all day the extra rest helps a lot.

But sometimes tourists are there when I open up. Last Saturday two girls were across the street when I walked up looking at piece of paper which must have been what they printed out from Google or something. I open and they walk in.

Now I have to find a way to connect with them because they might be uncomfortable working with a guy in a ladies dress shop. So I find a way to let them know I am a harmless knucklehead so they are more comfortable. I ask them where they are from and they tell me they are from Seattle. So I break into the theme song from "Here Comes the Brides."

"The bluest skies you've ever seen are in Seattle
And the hills the greenest green, in Seattle
Like a beautiful child, growing up, free an' wild
Full of hopes an' full of fears, full of laughter, full of tears
Full of dreams to last the years, in Seattle . . . in Seattle"

They had no fuckin idea what I was talkin' about.

I am an old bastard.

They don't do that anymore!

I was watching the People's Choice Awards the other night and I think the peoples have been choosing the wrong stars let me tell you. It just isn't like it used to be.

Lady Gaga and Paris Hilton and the girls from Jersey Shore just aren't cutting it. Just sayn'

Hey I actually got to rest a little today!

My client canceled my appointment with him for today and moved it to Tuesday. So I got a couple of hours extra sleep.

That's pretty cool.

Man this sucks.

Glen Gondrezick, UNLV basketball legend, dead at 53
‘Gondo’ apparently died of complications from a heart transplant
By Ron Kantowski Mon, Apr 27, 2009

Glen Gondrezick, the UNLV basketball Hall of Famer who received a heart transplant in September, died today at St. Rose Dominican Hospital in Henderson, apparently as a result of complications due to the surgery.

He was 53.

I remember vividly when he Knicks drafted Gondo and how he was an energetic forward/guard for two seasons. The Knicks used to practice at my college Pace University downtown and I ran into him a few times. He was a hell of a nice guy.

You really start to get scared when guys your age start to drop like flies.

Rememberance of things Pabst

It's kind of sad when you get old and you only tell stories about hanging out and drinking. I mean I can still do it but I don't get an opportunity to do it. We went for dinner with a vendor at a Brazilian restaurant a few weeks ago and she was shocked that I put away a bunch of capirianas and shots and beers and was as straight as a string.

I told her it was the same way you get to Carnegie Hall. Practice, practice, practice.

Tonight my mom made me a big pot of corn beef and cabbage and the wife and I are going to relax and watch American Idol.

I am an old bastard.