A Portrait of the Blogger as a Young Man

I wrote a post and then closed the window on accident. Bugger.

Anyway, I had an excellent Saturday night. Mike and Jack called me and we went to backstreet in detroit. Actually, when they called I was grocery shopping at Meijer talking to Jay on the phone who was also shopping at Meijer. But a different Meijer so it wasn't so weird. I bought eggs. So I drove to Detroit and it was fun. Backstreet just reopened and it looks very nice. Jack's friend Ralph was there. He looked very familiar to me, but I figured I met him through Jack once. He told me about how he just graduated law school and he hates his job. I told him I don't care as long as I make a lot of money. He's supposed to have 55 billable hours a week. Billable! That's like 70 regular hours. Oy! I just better get compensated adequately if I end up doing that. Anyway, so on the way home I realized that he spoke at an Open House for MSU Law School when I was there. I remember him. I liked his nose. What a small world. Then this guy named Steven (I think) hit on Mike. He's from Toledo and lives in the Old West End. He was kind of older and had a weird accent. Mike thought he was Canadian, but I thought Scananavian. If we weren't at Backstreet he would have been the perfect candidate for everyone's favorite game "Gay, European or Homeschooled". Anyway, he was hitting on Mike and touching us and I was drinking so I just kept talking and I don't think Mike liked him, but he was just glad I was talking to him and not me. Mike said that he had "Crows feet from here to Auburn Hills." It was true. I think at one point Mike was like "I have to go to the bathroom" and I said "Me too" and then I ran away. I realized later that was mean, but it wasn't meant to be. Jack got us these gross shots called "Birthday Cakes" with granulated sugar on the side. It was gross. Jack actually didn't pick it, the bartender is.

Demi and Ashton are married. Wow.

I watched Desparate Housewives and Grey's Anatomy last night. Both were good. ABC is somehow the channel to watch. Weird. Alias is premiering this Thursday. Yip.

Oh, and last night at Midnight I saw an Alias rerun. Why didn't anyone tell me? I would have watched them more often. I've also watched some of the Sex and the City reruns on the WB. They really aren't bad. I hardly miss the swearing and tits. It's still funny.

I went home yesterday to do laundry. Clean Clothes rule! My mom and I talked about the DiVinci Code and she was saying how it's possible Jesus had kids, but is unlikely. I said it was probably a good thing because it would have created this divine royal family kind of thing. She said that she's pretty sure he had siblings, it's hard to believe he didn't. I think it's interesting since the Catholic Church says that Mary was immaculate all through life. I told my mom that it's funny that the church kind of hinges on whether Mary was immaculate or the best liar of all time. "I swear, Mom, Joe and I haven't done it yet. It must be a divine pregnancy." Yeah, right. I guess it's all about Faith.

Whenever I used to hear about kids fooling around and getting pregnant, but not "doing it", I always believed them. But then I realized not to long ago, that they are just big liars. Which I think is funny, that I believed them. I'm so gullible.

When I was at my parent's house I was bored because my parents werent' there and there was nothing good on TV. My parents were at some thing with my Dad's side of the family, who I do not like very much. My mom was telling me how my grandma was adopted and didn't have much contact with her birth family, but that was because one of her parents was native american. My grandma had black hair and dark skin and would tan easily and never burn. She looks like my aunt who also has dark hair and skin. I guess there was a connection to Alma, MI so it's possible that one of her parents was part of the Ojibwe tribe up there. So, from now on I'm going to say I'm Native American. I figure if Jay can say he's Native American because he's allegedly related to Pocohontas or something, then I can too. So if my grandma was 1/2 native american, that means that my dad was 1/4 and I'm 1/8. I'm 1/8 native american! Oh, and there is a lot of alcoholism on my dad's side of the family. So I'm 1/2 german, 1/4 irish, 1/8 native american and 1/8 something else. Of course if you look at me you wouldn't see any native american, only the german. Blue eyes, light brown hitler hair.

Thursday is the Birthday. Approaching fast. I hope I age well.