My attention span and ...

I never know from day to day what is going to happen in my apartment. For instance in the past month I have had a wedding in my apartment, and a crazy lady who ate my chocolate. These are of course different stories for a different time. This is a story about last night. "But Todd," your saying to yourself," I want to hear the stories of crazy people and weddings." To which my reply is "there's what, 3 of you that will ever read this, so fuck off, I'll tell the story I want." And yes that boys and girls was a run on sentence...Where was I..? Oh Yes, last night. I left work early because I was really pissed off trying to convince HTML that it was able to do 2 client side includes with out turning into a toaster and went home and started drinking. That is after all how I solve all of my problems.

After minutes of fun with a rainbow colored Martini glass, both Sharkman and the Wiff came home. We had some dinner that I made in between shots of flaming Sake (another story for another time(Fuck Off kotwf...My blog)) it was some sort of island teriyaki chicken with rice and beans. It was pretty good...And filling. The wiff went off to do some homework (yes lady and gentleman (note that it is singular) she is a teacher. Cool huh?) And the sharkman and I got down to some serious drinking.

Originally we were going to watch the game, I do on occasion like baseball, and it is the world series. As the game was rained out we realized that we had to wither come up with something else to do...Or we would be forced to watch re-runs of "the war at home." With these choices in front of us we flipped madly through the channels hoping for something to catch our eyes(s). Eventually we landed on the Asian Television Network. Let me tell you folks that if you have never sat and watched Asian TV, you are seriously missing the boat. NO it is not in English, nor are there subtitles. This is part of the fun. If you get a room full of drunks (more people showed up of course, charter members of the club) especially the friends of the club, hey will make up their own lines and stories...And drinking games. Yes my friend it was a long evening of drinking games in a language none of us would ever understand, followed by surfing the net for facts on Chuck Norris. This may not seem like much to you, but I assure you, fun was had and virgins were conquered...Or something like that any way.