Friday, November 30, 2007
But I'm going to save that for later, because last week, it looked a lot more like the spectacle that is the Egan Cup Bowling Tournament. We doubled in size, and despite a few growing pains, we had a very successful tournament. The best way to summarize a facemelting event like this is visually, so without further ado:
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
So I don't really get to watch much TV these days, but over the long holiday weekend, whilst nursing a wicked post-bowling-tournament hangover (more on the tournament to come shortly...my brain is almost functioning again) and while the kids and babymama* were sleeping soundly, I watched the entire season one. Actually, someone help me out here, but my guess is that there was and only will be a season one due to the Easy-Rider style finale. Incidentally, was it really necessary to end it that way? I had made a connection, man. I guess that's the point about freedom. Anyway, for those of you who haven't seen it, this blog post is quickly digressing into something that you'd rather not be reading, no doubt, so go watch it. And prepare to do it outside of the watchful eyes and ears of the little tikes. It's perfectly vulgar.
*Side note: I just looked up the term "babymama" and discovered that the majority of the discriminating urban slangers concur that a babymama is, in fact, not married to the babydaddy. I was mistaken. However, I will continue to use the term as one of endearment towards my lovely wife and the mother of my children - both one and the same. That is all.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
My family has always made a big deal out of Thanksgiving. We do a lot of peripheral activity around the actual dinner and make it into quite an affair. My dad's 30+ year tradition is to get a bunch of dudes together early in the morning and head up to our old high school and get a basketball game going. We've had up to two 5-on-5 games going on each half-court and subs on the side waiting to get in. It's a ton of fun, and most of the time nobody gets too hurt. After we beat each other up and run ourselves just shy of puking, we stop off at the bar on the way home and knock back a couple of beers. I can't think of a better way to start off a morning, can you?
My brother and I also started a day-after-Thanksgiving bowling tournament that has grown into a popular event, and yet another opportunity to see family and friends, new and old, in a setting that encourages jocularity and debauchery at it's finest.
One of my best turkey days was my sophomore year in San Diego. It was the first time I didn't make it home for the holiday, but I was far from lonely. My entire family and even my godmother's family came down to celebrate and do it up festive steeze in my little 2-bedroom duplex on Mission Beach. There was almost no room to move around, much less cook, but we made it work and the feast was off the chain. It was truly in the gracious spirit, and I still think about how wonderful it was that they all chose to travel and stuff themselves in just to share the holiday.
This year, my dad and his new wife are going bigger than big. They have invited his whole family, her whole family, all 4 of the kids and our respective families, my mom and her boyfriend, my mom's brother's family and they even extended the invite to my wife's family (who have plans of their own, but will probably stop by for cocktails). They have rented tables and chairs. They have coordinated in advance as much as they can. It will be a freaking packed house, and no doubt everyone will have to pitch in to curb the insanity of logistics, but my prediction: Turkeyday Touchdown. I can't wait.
Anyway, I hope that this post finds everyone happy and healthy this holiday. I'm feeling pretty grateful for my family and my life, and despite the struggles that I go through every day, I am truly a Thankful dude.
Monday, November 19, 2007
The event was a part of "Bobofest '07", and was followed up by a ski and snowboard festival that included the new Warren Miller filck, "Playground". There were a ton of Big Mountain Legends in the house, some of which were also on the screen. Big shout out to DLP who hooked me up with two passes to the movie. I'm not sure if Twelve Horses was a sponsor, or they just had some extra tix to throw my way, but it was much appreciated.
I ended up rolling down to the Downtown Events Center with my shortie to give him a taste of what is possible when he straps on the sticks for the first time in his life this year...well, he may not go as big as some of the crazies in the movie, but he's fired up to see what this skiing thing is all about.
I can't wait to turn him on to it all. Speaking of which...where is that snow?
Monday, November 12, 2007
I only have a minute to post before I head off to Vegas for ICSC/NAIOP Mixed Use Convention, but I wanted to give a shout out to the Reno Bike Project for a fun event that I look forward to participating in again next year. It's their annual "Bike Out", and there was a party and race at Record Street Caft on Saturday. Sean and I rode the cruiser up and soaked it in and kicked down a few $ for the Kawz. Bikes rule. 'Nuff said.
Shout out as well to Jerz and to DLP, who I met in the flesh at David's Twelve Horses sponsorship stop in the AlleyCat messenger race.
See you 'round the hood, dood.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
If this picture is any indication, dressing up is one of the themes...and obviously "bowling attire" is interpreted in many ways.
I always welcome newcomers to the tournament, and encourage kids and families to round out the plethora of drunken idiots that live for this. I float between both camps.
The cost is $15 per person, and if you or someone you know would like to get involved, just shoot me an email. Unless you are a professional bowler, it may be the only chance you ever have to roll your balls down the glorified wood of the National Bowling Stadium. Believe you me: it's good wood.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
For the record I had the Sweetbreads. Yeah, that's right, thymus and pancreas. It was dee-lish.
I've commented before on how cool Loui's is, but I want to take it a step further. It's the old world charm of the place that really makes it special. I don't know too many other bars that don't mind a little man like mine bellying up to the bar (more like chinning up) to enjoy his ice-cream.
Rock on, Louis.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Friday, November 2, 2007
He is as beautiful to me today as he was way back in 2003 when he was staring peacefully from the warming table after a 32-hour labor and a quick pumping-out of the lungs. In fact, he's better looking. I'll also say this: he is the sweetest boy I know and his sensitivity is just fine with me. In fact, I'm quite proud of what a great big brother and classmate and friend he is turning out to be to those around him. He's unselfish, funny, always ready for adventure and I know that he will grow up to be a wonderful gentleman and treat others the way he would want to be treated.
Happy Birthday, baby boy.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
I'm proud to say that I've finally done a deal with some of my favorite local personalities. I was fortunate to represent the crew from the Imperial Bar and Lounge, on their most recent transaction. As you can read here, they have just purchased 302 E. 4th Street (formerly the Reno Jazz Club across from Louis Basque Corner). They are in the planning stages of what to make of this old brick building, but you can bet that there will be a very cool bar included in the mix. If any group is capable of kicking ass on this project, it's this killer trio.
Cheer's to working with great people doing great things to help this town reach it's full potential.