Drogba hopes everyone had a Great and Grand Christmas!
Drogba still didn’t get a GI Joe with Kung Fu Grip, but there’s always next year.
Drogba just can’t understand why one has to go to work on Dec. 24 – Jan. 1.
Drogba is a sucker for the “impulse buy” stand, right next to the cash register, especially when it’s a Maker’s Mark display.
Tomorrow’s the big day. New Year’s Eve! Champagne will be flowing and drunks will be everywhere, (it sounds like a late night at Drogba’s). Drogba hopes everyone has a wonderful New Years and please, please, please be careful and safe.
One Last Thing
New Years Day in the South means one thing…..Black-eyed Peas!!! If you want luck and prosperity in 2009, make sure to mix in some BEPs on New Years Day. After the year Drogba has had, you can bet you ass Drogba will be eating his weight in BEPs.
Until next year, have a great week!
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Update.
Sorry for the long time between post. I don't really have a lot to say, so I'll just give a quick little run down of what's been going on since we last spoke.
1) I've had many battles with Jameson and I've lost them all.
2) My hot water heater broke.
3) My heater broke.
4) It got really cold.
5) It warmed up.
6) EvilBro and EvilSis came to town.
7) Evilbro became convinced I can sleep with bartenders based on no evidence. He was wrong. I am beginning to wonder if he pays attention to my life.
8) The Memphis Grizzlies are looking pretty good for what they are, but they are young and folks need to be patient. See last night.
9) I learned that if one chooses to keep trying to do the same thing over and over again they should not expect a different result.
10) Well, I didn't just learn that, but I was reminded.
11) I learned that some people are easily offended, yet with others it takes more effort.
12) Some folks don't believe in a good white russian.
13) They are wrong.
That's about it. I'll try to be better.
1) I've had many battles with Jameson and I've lost them all.
2) My hot water heater broke.
3) My heater broke.
4) It got really cold.
5) It warmed up.
6) EvilBro and EvilSis came to town.
7) Evilbro became convinced I can sleep with bartenders based on no evidence. He was wrong. I am beginning to wonder if he pays attention to my life.
8) The Memphis Grizzlies are looking pretty good for what they are, but they are young and folks need to be patient. See last night.
9) I learned that if one chooses to keep trying to do the same thing over and over again they should not expect a different result.
10) Well, I didn't just learn that, but I was reminded.
11) I learned that some people are easily offended, yet with others it takes more effort.
12) Some folks don't believe in a good white russian.
13) They are wrong.
That's about it. I'll try to be better.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Drogba's Tuesday Thoughts
Christmas week!
Two days till Christmas, look out!
It has taken some time, but Drogba is finally in the Christmas spirit. Maybe it’s the weather or maybe it’s the gifts or maybe it’s just because it’s December 23rd. Who knows, either way, Drogba can’t wait for Christmas, (he’s still not feeling the Christmas music).
As we get closer to the big day, that means that Drogba has to make his annually Christmas Time Liquor Store Run. Much like Thanksgiving, the Liquor Store will be slammed with people. Drogba LOVES it.
Is Drogba the only one to have a massive increase in the number of Christmas cards he has received this year? What the hell? It seems like everyday Drogba is getting another card with a picture of kids on the front. Don’t get Drogba wrong, he understands why the cards are sent out and thinks it’s good to have a picture of Junior Mint on the cover and he is happy to get them, but where did all these cards come from. It’s not like Drogba just moved into his home. And Drogba was friends with all of you for many years, but it takes you reproducing to get Drogba on the Christmas card list? What’s up with that?
It is FREAKING cold outside and Drogba has had enough of Winter Weather Advisories!
HoneyBaked Ham is THE BUSINESS!!! Any other ham is bullshit and a waste of your time.
One Last Thing
It’s Christmas and that’s a special time for friends and family. This year, try to put all the bullshit aside and make sure you tell those that are close to you, just how special they are and how much they mean to you. Be sure to spread the cheer with hugs and kisses, (and alcohol) everywhere you go for the rest of the week. Drogba wishes you all a MERRY CHRISTMAS and a safe and happy holiday!
Until next time, have a great week!
Two days till Christmas, look out!
It has taken some time, but Drogba is finally in the Christmas spirit. Maybe it’s the weather or maybe it’s the gifts or maybe it’s just because it’s December 23rd. Who knows, either way, Drogba can’t wait for Christmas, (he’s still not feeling the Christmas music).
As we get closer to the big day, that means that Drogba has to make his annually Christmas Time Liquor Store Run. Much like Thanksgiving, the Liquor Store will be slammed with people. Drogba LOVES it.
Is Drogba the only one to have a massive increase in the number of Christmas cards he has received this year? What the hell? It seems like everyday Drogba is getting another card with a picture of kids on the front. Don’t get Drogba wrong, he understands why the cards are sent out and thinks it’s good to have a picture of Junior Mint on the cover and he is happy to get them, but where did all these cards come from. It’s not like Drogba just moved into his home. And Drogba was friends with all of you for many years, but it takes you reproducing to get Drogba on the Christmas card list? What’s up with that?
It is FREAKING cold outside and Drogba has had enough of Winter Weather Advisories!
HoneyBaked Ham is THE BUSINESS!!! Any other ham is bullshit and a waste of your time.
One Last Thing
It’s Christmas and that’s a special time for friends and family. This year, try to put all the bullshit aside and make sure you tell those that are close to you, just how special they are and how much they mean to you. Be sure to spread the cheer with hugs and kisses, (and alcohol) everywhere you go for the rest of the week. Drogba wishes you all a MERRY CHRISTMAS and a safe and happy holiday!
Until next time, have a great week!
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Sausage ball season has finally arrived... why did it ever end?
As you folks may have heard, I love sausage balls. I cannot say enough good things about them. As a matter of fact, I only have one bad thing to say about them. For some reason, sausage balls are only plentiful around Christmas.
I don't understand why this is. I mean, who the hell doesn't want sausage balls all year round? Hell, I'd eat them with every meal if they were available. There is nothing particularly festive about sausage balls (well, other than the flavor party they crank up in your mouth). There's nothing to do with the religious aspects of the season. In fact, I can only think of one reason that sausage balls are not available at all times.
The bacon lobby is very powerful. It's tentacles creep into every area of American society. They have accomplished, and God knows I love these things, making it perfectly acceptable to put bacon on burgers, salads, shrimp, fillets, etc. The bacon industry cannot allow sausage balls to be available at all times. It has cornered the all purpose breakfast meat market and it is not about to allow lowly sausage to gain market share.
The theory goes that if you allow sausage balls to be served outside of the Christmas season, soon enough they'll take over Easter. Next thing you know people will be eating sausage balls at Memorial Day cookouts. Then all of the sudden they'll be eating sausage balls with their margaritas on Cinco de Mayo. Then you'll turn around and people are eating sausage balls while lighting fireworks on the Fourth of July. You get the picture. It's kind of like a domino theory of breakfast pork products.
So, here we are folks, in the middle of what will be remembered as the breakfast meat cold war. It's much bigger than anyone who is not in the middle of it can truly understand. My question to you is, who are the real victims in this war? Much like the real victims of the Cold War were the people of countries like Afghanistan and Vietnam, the victims in this war are not the sausage and bacon industries. No, it's us in the middle of the war zone. We are the ones who are left with no sausage ball option once the new year comes. We are the ones who have never even really explored the idea of bacon wrapped sausage balls. We are the victims of a worldwide conspiracy.
That's why I am calling for the heads of the bacon and sausage industry to come together in two party talks and end this war. King Cotton, tear down this wall!!!! We, the pork consuming public, deserve a world where we can have bacon and sausage balls side by side on our plate year round. Make it happen.
Until then, eat all the sausage balls you can get your hands on. They're delicious.
I don't understand why this is. I mean, who the hell doesn't want sausage balls all year round? Hell, I'd eat them with every meal if they were available. There is nothing particularly festive about sausage balls (well, other than the flavor party they crank up in your mouth). There's nothing to do with the religious aspects of the season. In fact, I can only think of one reason that sausage balls are not available at all times.
The bacon lobby is very powerful. It's tentacles creep into every area of American society. They have accomplished, and God knows I love these things, making it perfectly acceptable to put bacon on burgers, salads, shrimp, fillets, etc. The bacon industry cannot allow sausage balls to be available at all times. It has cornered the all purpose breakfast meat market and it is not about to allow lowly sausage to gain market share.
The theory goes that if you allow sausage balls to be served outside of the Christmas season, soon enough they'll take over Easter. Next thing you know people will be eating sausage balls at Memorial Day cookouts. Then all of the sudden they'll be eating sausage balls with their margaritas on Cinco de Mayo. Then you'll turn around and people are eating sausage balls while lighting fireworks on the Fourth of July. You get the picture. It's kind of like a domino theory of breakfast pork products.
So, here we are folks, in the middle of what will be remembered as the breakfast meat cold war. It's much bigger than anyone who is not in the middle of it can truly understand. My question to you is, who are the real victims in this war? Much like the real victims of the Cold War were the people of countries like Afghanistan and Vietnam, the victims in this war are not the sausage and bacon industries. No, it's us in the middle of the war zone. We are the ones who are left with no sausage ball option once the new year comes. We are the ones who have never even really explored the idea of bacon wrapped sausage balls. We are the victims of a worldwide conspiracy.
That's why I am calling for the heads of the bacon and sausage industry to come together in two party talks and end this war. King Cotton, tear down this wall!!!! We, the pork consuming public, deserve a world where we can have bacon and sausage balls side by side on our plate year round. Make it happen.
Until then, eat all the sausage balls you can get your hands on. They're delicious.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Drogba's Tuesday Thoughts
Here we go!
It’s cold outside, but luckily ICE STORM 2009 didn’t cause too many problems last night or this morning. In fact, Drogba loves the Ice Storm scare because he was out at the grocery store last night at about 10:00 pm and it was a ghost town. For a minute Drogba thought it was already Christmas Eve.
Speaking of Christmas, we are now 9 days away. Good God where does the year go? Drogba is moving closer to being ready for it. In fact, Drogba plans to finish up his shopping today, (one has to love internet shopping).
Speaking of shopping, is Drogba the only one that has problems deciding what to give as gifts each year? Santa isn’t the only one that can use a list. To Drogba, there are three gifts that you can’t go wrong with: Cash, Gift Cards or Alcohol. All three are gifts that everyone can and will use. Sure, they’re not as much fun to wrap or unwrap, (unless one is creative) but you can rest assured they will be used. And if the person isn’t happy with this gift, then Drogba figures that’s one less person to worry about for next year. (If anyone wants to give Drogba any of the three, you will have a friend for life)
Is there a better feeling in the world then when one goes up to the bar and the bartender makes eye contact, pours you another Maker’s and sends you on your way, with neither of you ever saying a word, (of course as the patron you at least say, “Thanks”)?
For Drogba, it doesn’t get much better then that, (especially when he no longer has to tell the bartender his last name because that always seems to slow the process down).
Word on the street is Lackluster is playing a Christmas Show on Wednesday. Who would think of missing that?
One Last Thing
Tis the season! And you all know what that means. That’s right, EGGNOG! Now here’s a reason for Drogba to get into the Christmas Spirit. Who doesn’t like a little Eggnog? Someone who hates Freedom?! This has been a favorite of Drogba’s since he was a child. And who can forget the Greatest Christmas Ever…when Drogba learned that one can put alcohol in Eggnog. Christmas has never been the same. (One important side note, you can only drink so many before the cream, eggs and sugar win. Take it from Drogba, don’t try to finish a fifth of bourbon with eggnog, you will hate yourself for it). Anyways, when you find yourself out on the town or at a Christmas party, have yourself some Eggnog with bourbon, (and we all know what bourbon to use)!
Until next time, have a great week!
It’s cold outside, but luckily ICE STORM 2009 didn’t cause too many problems last night or this morning. In fact, Drogba loves the Ice Storm scare because he was out at the grocery store last night at about 10:00 pm and it was a ghost town. For a minute Drogba thought it was already Christmas Eve.
Speaking of Christmas, we are now 9 days away. Good God where does the year go? Drogba is moving closer to being ready for it. In fact, Drogba plans to finish up his shopping today, (one has to love internet shopping).
Speaking of shopping, is Drogba the only one that has problems deciding what to give as gifts each year? Santa isn’t the only one that can use a list. To Drogba, there are three gifts that you can’t go wrong with: Cash, Gift Cards or Alcohol. All three are gifts that everyone can and will use. Sure, they’re not as much fun to wrap or unwrap, (unless one is creative) but you can rest assured they will be used. And if the person isn’t happy with this gift, then Drogba figures that’s one less person to worry about for next year. (If anyone wants to give Drogba any of the three, you will have a friend for life)
Is there a better feeling in the world then when one goes up to the bar and the bartender makes eye contact, pours you another Maker’s and sends you on your way, with neither of you ever saying a word, (of course as the patron you at least say, “Thanks”)?
For Drogba, it doesn’t get much better then that, (especially when he no longer has to tell the bartender his last name because that always seems to slow the process down).
Word on the street is Lackluster is playing a Christmas Show on Wednesday. Who would think of missing that?
One Last Thing
Tis the season! And you all know what that means. That’s right, EGGNOG! Now here’s a reason for Drogba to get into the Christmas Spirit. Who doesn’t like a little Eggnog? Someone who hates Freedom?! This has been a favorite of Drogba’s since he was a child. And who can forget the Greatest Christmas Ever…when Drogba learned that one can put alcohol in Eggnog. Christmas has never been the same. (One important side note, you can only drink so many before the cream, eggs and sugar win. Take it from Drogba, don’t try to finish a fifth of bourbon with eggnog, you will hate yourself for it). Anyways, when you find yourself out on the town or at a Christmas party, have yourself some Eggnog with bourbon, (and we all know what bourbon to use)!
Until next time, have a great week!
Monday, December 15, 2008
Talk about keeping your cool.
I got to hand it to the W, he handled this about as well as it could be handled. He's pretty damn quick and I think he thought it was as funny as the rest of us.
Friday, December 12, 2008
My Senator, the Jerkass.
I don't know when it happened. Well, actually it has been going on for a long time, but I don't remember when it was so open. Apparently, one party in this country wants to fight for LOWER wages for American workers. You read that right folks. One party thinks that working class Americans make too much. Who is leading this push for his party? My Senator, Bob Corker.
Bob Corker thinks that in order for the big three automakers to receive a $14 billion loan from the federal government the UAW must first agree to lower their wages to match those of nonunion workers in Southern plants? Um, what? So, it's the position of Bob Corker and his fellow Republicans that the American worker makes too much?
Not just that, but where was Bob Corker when the $700 billion financial services bailout got passed? Did he say that stock brokers should make less? Did he say they should make no more than, say, a Unites States Senator? No. He pushed for it.
So, Bob, why do you hate working Americans? I'm sorry that not everyone can depend on illegal aliens to do their work for them, Bob. Some companies actually allow workers to unionize and then they do this thing called collective bargaining. I'm sorry that you think they make too much. Some us think millionaire builders who hired illegal aliens make too much, but you don't see us asking that none of them be allowed to make more than an illegal alien makes. Wait... now that you mention it.
Have a great weekend, folks. Go Grizz!!! Three in a row??? Yes we can!!!! Get crunk.
Bob Corker thinks that in order for the big three automakers to receive a $14 billion loan from the federal government the UAW must first agree to lower their wages to match those of nonunion workers in Southern plants? Um, what? So, it's the position of Bob Corker and his fellow Republicans that the American worker makes too much?
Not just that, but where was Bob Corker when the $700 billion financial services bailout got passed? Did he say that stock brokers should make less? Did he say they should make no more than, say, a Unites States Senator? No. He pushed for it.
So, Bob, why do you hate working Americans? I'm sorry that not everyone can depend on illegal aliens to do their work for them, Bob. Some companies actually allow workers to unionize and then they do this thing called collective bargaining. I'm sorry that you think they make too much. Some us think millionaire builders who hired illegal aliens make too much, but you don't see us asking that none of them be allowed to make more than an illegal alien makes. Wait... now that you mention it.
Have a great weekend, folks. Go Grizz!!! Three in a row??? Yes we can!!!! Get crunk.
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Evil Organization Weekend Retreat.
Well, I've returned from the first annual (or semiannual or biannual, we haven't made that call yet) Evil Organization Weekend Retreat. ON this trip we talked about the organizations goals for the next fiscal quarter. We recommitted ourselves to the organization founding principles. We accomplished a lot.
Well, actually we just got drunk, but it felt really important at the time.
I picked up the Kickasses at 6 am and the meetings began. The coach was on her game from the start. She's much more of the early riser than the gm. We got to the train station and the fun officially began. The train was late, but eventually it does show and we board. A near revolt happens among the peasants because it's freakin cold outside. We try to make a move to another car and throw off the whole system. My bad. It's hard to take train tickets. I am sorry.
We finally begin moving south!!! We get a little breakfast and boom the gm is napping. The coach and I are too excited to sleep. We're headed to New Orleans, how can one sleep? That's ok. I need some good coaching, and the coach showed why we hired her in the first place. Nice work, coach.
At a certain point the GM wakes up and shows why we brought him. He announces it's time for beverages. Gotta love the guy. He has a plan for the organization and he sticks to it. Whiskey begins around 11:30. New Orleans here we come.
I begin to get creative in a way that only Makers can bring. I write a new Christmas song. Well, actually it's a Festivus song. It goes something like this...
It's a mother fucking Festivus bonanza.
I want to thank Frank Costanza.
There are more lyrics, but you get the point. I think it's a great song. The rest of the train not so much. Nonetheless, it kills some time and soon enough we are drunk and in New Orleans!!!
We hit the W and I feel mighty fine about the team I've put together. We have two goals: Eat and drink. We hit Mothers, get a po boy and some beers. It is important to remember to establish a base folks. This will come into play later. We then go to my ancestral home, the Erin Rose!!! And anyone who knows anything about the Erin Rose on a Friday afternoon knows who's working. That's right EvilSis and EvilBro, Natasha was in the house. And you know what that means don't you?
That a few Jameson's later and boom!! we're in happy funtime zone. Time for Jacquimo's!!! Folks, let me lay it on you. That restaurant is a little slice of heaven. I cannot decide what was the best thing we had was. We had this damn rabbit that must have been cooked by God himself. We had the fried chicken. We had the duck. We had sausage cheesecake. It was freaking awesome. I was feeling like I could quite possibly buy a Senate seat in Illinois. Time to hit the Columns for fancy drinks before the Coach hits the skids!!!
We go and I decide on a Manhattan. Bad choice. I love the beverage, but I'll be honest, I was way too far along in the evening to be doing something like that. I'm not saying it wasn't delicious, but I was in the zone folks. I don't know if you've ever been there. The perfect mixture of completely full and completely hammered drunk. I described it later as the kind of drunk that I could get punched directly in the face and thank the puncher because it felt like a wonderful kiss. I was feelin alright.
The coach on the other hand was just feeling sleepy. We had to get her to bed. We got a cab and headed back to the W. Now, for those of you in the know, you and I know that there is a bar called Whiskey Blue in the W. Being that I am in no condition to go anywhere, the GM and decided to have another round down there. Well, for those of you who hung out with the GM and I and have also hung out at the Whiskey Blue know how this ends, but on Friday it just ended with me getting halfway through my beer and going to bed. More to come on that.
Saturday did not start quite as well as Friday. I woke up and my stomach felt a little off. I called the GM and he was ready to rock. We walked down to Lucy's and I had a bloody to ease my pain. There was some uneasiness, but I feel as though we're going to make it. We walk to the quarter. Along the way, I feel as though I am going to puke a couple times, but I soldier on. We get some big ass drafts. That'll fix everything right? No. But I soldier on.
We hit the Carousel bar and it's spinning. I need a ice tea. They don't have ice tea. I need an Amstel. They don't have Amstel. Fuck!!! Just give me an Abita Amber. The bartender just smiles and hands it over. Let me tell you something folks. The Carousel bar is a cute idea. Very cute. The bar spins around very slowly. Unlike some people I like and support ideas that are a little different. I may not love the actual idea, but I appreciate someone thinking out of the box. Well, that is the case with this one. My hungover ass did not need to be in a spinning bar. It was not funny. It also didn't help that I got a text attack from a couple different directions. Let's just say I was a little discombobulated.
Anyway, we leave there and head back to Lucy's to watch the first half of the SEC Championship. Lucy's has a few things I need. Tea, Amstel, and very light food. I have approximately four teas and a quesadilla, then move onto Amstel. I'm going to make it!!!
While I'm not feeling great, I at least have some confidence that I'm going to live through the trip. We head to Port of Call. Now, most of you know, but some of you don't. Port of Call has some of the best burgers in the world. They are freaking unbelievable. On top of that, they give you a baked potato which is really just an excuse for them to pile cheese, sour cream, etc on to your plate. Truly great stuff. One problem, I feel as though I may vomit if I eat. Hell, I'm lucky I'm keeping these beers down. I take a potato and eat less than half of it. Disappointment reigns.
Speaking of disappointment, we head to the Grizz game. I want to say this out front. I have been to a lot of Grizz games in my time. In that time I have seen them throw out some crap. I lived through the Sydney Lowe era. I was the for the Barone boys. I saw the end of the Fratello regime. I've seen some basketball. What I saw on Saturday night was a travesty of basketball. It was awful. Coach I had to bench Rudy. For the first time in like seven years in the NBA a teams starters did not get a rebound in the first quarter. I nearly vomited, and not because of the hangover.
Actually, the good news was the hangover was gone. We left the game and went back to the Rose. I'm feeling pretty good and we all know what that means... Jameson!!!! Natasha loves us. Guinness flies off the taps. Jameson is shot. It's going great and I am drunk. The GM puts on some tunes. Great choices all. (Side note: The Rose has made some crucial additions to the jukebox. Amorica!!!) I am having a great time, but I feel funny. My mouth is watering for some reason. Oh oh. Quick run. Yep, vomit time.
I am not going to brag, but I think I really pulled off the rare undetected vomit. I had some breath strips on me. I had a good clean vomit. I just came back and kept drinking and no one was the wiser. I was mighty proud of myself. The coach on the other hand was fading fast. We had to get her home. We took a stroll through the quarter and dropped her off. Too Frenchman!!!
The GM and I still had some business to attend to. We hopped around the bars on Frenchman looking for the perfect scene. We actually went into a well hidden joint and on the way up the stairs the GM turns to me and says, "If someone steals my kidney up here I'm going to kick your ass." Luckily, there were no organ thieves there. We hopped around a little more and then headed back to the hotel.
It is at this point where the GM does a classic Joe Kickass move. We decide we're going to go into Whiskey Blue to buy a beer and leave. On the way in the guy working the door tells me I can't wear my hat. Now, let me set the scene for you. Whiskey Blue is quite possibly the only bar in New Orleans that tries to act like it is in New York. For some reason everyone there is wearing black and the music is ultracrappy dj shit. Anyway, the dude working the door is about 6'4", 240lbs. He's a big dude and he likes his job of being the door man at a shitty club in the W. I say, "Well, what about that guy?" The guy is wearing a tux. I just turn around and leave because I don't really care. At this point Joe Kickass calls him a fucking douche. True story. The guy grabs Joe and says, "What you call me?" Joe, never one to back down, says "I called you a douche, now get your hands off of me." The guy says something and Joe tells him that he needs to back off before he has him fired. I just laugh my ass off.
That's it for the night. Sunday I did the traditional beignets and we went to brunch with Joe's sister before hitting the train back home. The ride back was not near as raucous, although there were many interesting comments from the trailer trash stripper that was behind us. She was quite lovely, but in the end it would never work between us.
So, we went to New Orleans to see the Grizz win, but we ended up rebuilding the Evil Organization. I'd say that's a good trade off.
Well, actually we just got drunk, but it felt really important at the time.
I picked up the Kickasses at 6 am and the meetings began. The coach was on her game from the start. She's much more of the early riser than the gm. We got to the train station and the fun officially began. The train was late, but eventually it does show and we board. A near revolt happens among the peasants because it's freakin cold outside. We try to make a move to another car and throw off the whole system. My bad. It's hard to take train tickets. I am sorry.
We finally begin moving south!!! We get a little breakfast and boom the gm is napping. The coach and I are too excited to sleep. We're headed to New Orleans, how can one sleep? That's ok. I need some good coaching, and the coach showed why we hired her in the first place. Nice work, coach.
At a certain point the GM wakes up and shows why we brought him. He announces it's time for beverages. Gotta love the guy. He has a plan for the organization and he sticks to it. Whiskey begins around 11:30. New Orleans here we come.
I begin to get creative in a way that only Makers can bring. I write a new Christmas song. Well, actually it's a Festivus song. It goes something like this...
It's a mother fucking Festivus bonanza.
I want to thank Frank Costanza.
There are more lyrics, but you get the point. I think it's a great song. The rest of the train not so much. Nonetheless, it kills some time and soon enough we are drunk and in New Orleans!!!
We hit the W and I feel mighty fine about the team I've put together. We have two goals: Eat and drink. We hit Mothers, get a po boy and some beers. It is important to remember to establish a base folks. This will come into play later. We then go to my ancestral home, the Erin Rose!!! And anyone who knows anything about the Erin Rose on a Friday afternoon knows who's working. That's right EvilSis and EvilBro, Natasha was in the house. And you know what that means don't you?
That a few Jameson's later and boom!! we're in happy funtime zone. Time for Jacquimo's!!! Folks, let me lay it on you. That restaurant is a little slice of heaven. I cannot decide what was the best thing we had was. We had this damn rabbit that must have been cooked by God himself. We had the fried chicken. We had the duck. We had sausage cheesecake. It was freaking awesome. I was feeling like I could quite possibly buy a Senate seat in Illinois. Time to hit the Columns for fancy drinks before the Coach hits the skids!!!
We go and I decide on a Manhattan. Bad choice. I love the beverage, but I'll be honest, I was way too far along in the evening to be doing something like that. I'm not saying it wasn't delicious, but I was in the zone folks. I don't know if you've ever been there. The perfect mixture of completely full and completely hammered drunk. I described it later as the kind of drunk that I could get punched directly in the face and thank the puncher because it felt like a wonderful kiss. I was feelin alright.
The coach on the other hand was just feeling sleepy. We had to get her to bed. We got a cab and headed back to the W. Now, for those of you in the know, you and I know that there is a bar called Whiskey Blue in the W. Being that I am in no condition to go anywhere, the GM and decided to have another round down there. Well, for those of you who hung out with the GM and I and have also hung out at the Whiskey Blue know how this ends, but on Friday it just ended with me getting halfway through my beer and going to bed. More to come on that.
Saturday did not start quite as well as Friday. I woke up and my stomach felt a little off. I called the GM and he was ready to rock. We walked down to Lucy's and I had a bloody to ease my pain. There was some uneasiness, but I feel as though we're going to make it. We walk to the quarter. Along the way, I feel as though I am going to puke a couple times, but I soldier on. We get some big ass drafts. That'll fix everything right? No. But I soldier on.
We hit the Carousel bar and it's spinning. I need a ice tea. They don't have ice tea. I need an Amstel. They don't have Amstel. Fuck!!! Just give me an Abita Amber. The bartender just smiles and hands it over. Let me tell you something folks. The Carousel bar is a cute idea. Very cute. The bar spins around very slowly. Unlike some people I like and support ideas that are a little different. I may not love the actual idea, but I appreciate someone thinking out of the box. Well, that is the case with this one. My hungover ass did not need to be in a spinning bar. It was not funny. It also didn't help that I got a text attack from a couple different directions. Let's just say I was a little discombobulated.
Anyway, we leave there and head back to Lucy's to watch the first half of the SEC Championship. Lucy's has a few things I need. Tea, Amstel, and very light food. I have approximately four teas and a quesadilla, then move onto Amstel. I'm going to make it!!!
While I'm not feeling great, I at least have some confidence that I'm going to live through the trip. We head to Port of Call. Now, most of you know, but some of you don't. Port of Call has some of the best burgers in the world. They are freaking unbelievable. On top of that, they give you a baked potato which is really just an excuse for them to pile cheese, sour cream, etc on to your plate. Truly great stuff. One problem, I feel as though I may vomit if I eat. Hell, I'm lucky I'm keeping these beers down. I take a potato and eat less than half of it. Disappointment reigns.
Speaking of disappointment, we head to the Grizz game. I want to say this out front. I have been to a lot of Grizz games in my time. In that time I have seen them throw out some crap. I lived through the Sydney Lowe era. I was the for the Barone boys. I saw the end of the Fratello regime. I've seen some basketball. What I saw on Saturday night was a travesty of basketball. It was awful. Coach I had to bench Rudy. For the first time in like seven years in the NBA a teams starters did not get a rebound in the first quarter. I nearly vomited, and not because of the hangover.
Actually, the good news was the hangover was gone. We left the game and went back to the Rose. I'm feeling pretty good and we all know what that means... Jameson!!!! Natasha loves us. Guinness flies off the taps. Jameson is shot. It's going great and I am drunk. The GM puts on some tunes. Great choices all. (Side note: The Rose has made some crucial additions to the jukebox. Amorica!!!) I am having a great time, but I feel funny. My mouth is watering for some reason. Oh oh. Quick run. Yep, vomit time.
I am not going to brag, but I think I really pulled off the rare undetected vomit. I had some breath strips on me. I had a good clean vomit. I just came back and kept drinking and no one was the wiser. I was mighty proud of myself. The coach on the other hand was fading fast. We had to get her home. We took a stroll through the quarter and dropped her off. Too Frenchman!!!
The GM and I still had some business to attend to. We hopped around the bars on Frenchman looking for the perfect scene. We actually went into a well hidden joint and on the way up the stairs the GM turns to me and says, "If someone steals my kidney up here I'm going to kick your ass." Luckily, there were no organ thieves there. We hopped around a little more and then headed back to the hotel.
It is at this point where the GM does a classic Joe Kickass move. We decide we're going to go into Whiskey Blue to buy a beer and leave. On the way in the guy working the door tells me I can't wear my hat. Now, let me set the scene for you. Whiskey Blue is quite possibly the only bar in New Orleans that tries to act like it is in New York. For some reason everyone there is wearing black and the music is ultracrappy dj shit. Anyway, the dude working the door is about 6'4", 240lbs. He's a big dude and he likes his job of being the door man at a shitty club in the W. I say, "Well, what about that guy?" The guy is wearing a tux. I just turn around and leave because I don't really care. At this point Joe Kickass calls him a fucking douche. True story. The guy grabs Joe and says, "What you call me?" Joe, never one to back down, says "I called you a douche, now get your hands off of me." The guy says something and Joe tells him that he needs to back off before he has him fired. I just laugh my ass off.
That's it for the night. Sunday I did the traditional beignets and we went to brunch with Joe's sister before hitting the train back home. The ride back was not near as raucous, although there were many interesting comments from the trailer trash stripper that was behind us. She was quite lovely, but in the end it would never work between us.
So, we went to New Orleans to see the Grizz win, but we ended up rebuilding the Evil Organization. I'd say that's a good trade off.
Drogba's Tuesday Thoughts
Tuesday thoughts……..not much there for Drogba
It’s a sad time for Drogba. Not only is it cold outside, (and freaking raining, good God Drogba should have taken a canoe to work today), but football season is coming to an end. This always saddens Drogba. The good news is that Drogba has one more game to attend. That’s right; Drogba will be taking it to Dallas to see his Rebels take on the pissed off Texas Tech Red Raiders. This will be a return visit for Drogba for he was at the Cotton Bowl in 2004 when the Rebels beat Oklahoma State. Let’s hope another victory is in store for Drogba and the Rebels.
Drogba has come to the realization that he’s not 20 years old anymore. Hell, he’s not 28 years old anymore. In fact, Drogba is starting to feel more and more like he’s 35. Does anyone have Victor Conte’s number?
Apparently if the price is right, you to can be a U.S. Senator in the great state of Illinois!
In case you haven’t noticed, O.J. Mayo is a KILLLER! Sadly that’s not enough to help the Grizz at this point.
If you don’t break your phone or throw up in the bar at least once a year, YOU ARE NOT PARTYING HARD ENOUGH!!!
It’s getting closer to Christmas and Drogba still isn’t feeling it any. However, Drogba did put together a Christmas List, (please let him know if you would like a copy of it) and this has him a little more in the mood. Of course, the first item on his list is the same every year. As Randy Moss once said, “Straight Cash Homie”!
One Last Thing
Wine! Drogba has been putting this one off because there’s just too much ground to cover, (and Drogba isn’t near as sharp when it comes to wine). But he will tell you a couple of things. Try EVERYTHING! Find a grape you like and try different wineries. Find a country or region you like and try different wineries. If you are like Drogba, (and you love to shop at the liquor store), go to the liquor store and buy two bottles of wine. One you know you like and one you have never had before. This will make wine fun in many, many ways. And don’t think that buying two bottles is too much because trust Drogba, if you don’t drink both in one seating, you will drink the other before too long. At the end of the day, it comes down to one thing, what you like. So get out there and drink some wine.
Until next time, have a great week!
It’s a sad time for Drogba. Not only is it cold outside, (and freaking raining, good God Drogba should have taken a canoe to work today), but football season is coming to an end. This always saddens Drogba. The good news is that Drogba has one more game to attend. That’s right; Drogba will be taking it to Dallas to see his Rebels take on the pissed off Texas Tech Red Raiders. This will be a return visit for Drogba for he was at the Cotton Bowl in 2004 when the Rebels beat Oklahoma State. Let’s hope another victory is in store for Drogba and the Rebels.
Drogba has come to the realization that he’s not 20 years old anymore. Hell, he’s not 28 years old anymore. In fact, Drogba is starting to feel more and more like he’s 35. Does anyone have Victor Conte’s number?
Apparently if the price is right, you to can be a U.S. Senator in the great state of Illinois!
In case you haven’t noticed, O.J. Mayo is a KILLLER! Sadly that’s not enough to help the Grizz at this point.
If you don’t break your phone or throw up in the bar at least once a year, YOU ARE NOT PARTYING HARD ENOUGH!!!
It’s getting closer to Christmas and Drogba still isn’t feeling it any. However, Drogba did put together a Christmas List, (please let him know if you would like a copy of it) and this has him a little more in the mood. Of course, the first item on his list is the same every year. As Randy Moss once said, “Straight Cash Homie”!
One Last Thing
Wine! Drogba has been putting this one off because there’s just too much ground to cover, (and Drogba isn’t near as sharp when it comes to wine). But he will tell you a couple of things. Try EVERYTHING! Find a grape you like and try different wineries. Find a country or region you like and try different wineries. If you are like Drogba, (and you love to shop at the liquor store), go to the liquor store and buy two bottles of wine. One you know you like and one you have never had before. This will make wine fun in many, many ways. And don’t think that buying two bottles is too much because trust Drogba, if you don’t drink both in one seating, you will drink the other before too long. At the end of the day, it comes down to one thing, what you like. So get out there and drink some wine.
Until next time, have a great week!
Thursday, December 04, 2008
It's firing season.
Firing season has begun, folks. It started a while back when the Vols let longtime coach Phil Fulmer go. It was saddening, but probably needed. It continued with Tyrone Willingham, Sylvester Croom and Tommy Tuberville. Hell, Sam Vincent just got let go the other day.
Thinks brings me the point of this whole exercise. It seems as though the Memphis Grizzlies are about to fire Marc Iavaroni. From reading reports and listening to the sports talk this could happen any day now. After going to the game the other night I can see why. The Grizzlies blew a second half lead to the Oklahoma City Thunder. It was pathetic. For some reason Coach I let the Thunder dictate to him that we were going to go small, even though Marc Gasol had dominated while he was on the court. For the majority of the fourth quarter Rudy "the Anaconda" Gay was playing center.
Needless to say we lost.
People are fed up with it. I am too, but this one hurts. I really thought Marc was the answer. I wanted them to hire the guy a year before they did. Hell, I didn't even have expectations of the Grizz winning twenty games this year. That's not the point. The fact is that these guys play like they've never played basketball before a lot of the time. Rudy Gay has taken a step back. Mike Conley has hardly improved. The whole thing has gone to shit, and to top it off it looks like the players have quit. It's time for him to go and Avery Johnson to come in.
That being said, Evil is nothing if not a fan of the Memphis Grizzlies. That's why I'm hitting the train tomorrow morning with the Kickasses and we're going to watch the Grizz get off this losing streak against the Hornets on Saturday. That's right, it's the first of two, count them two Grizz road trips this season. So, get ready New Orleans the crunk is coming. I better have sazerac waiting.
Have a great weekend folks. I'll holler at you next week. Go Grizz!!!
Thinks brings me the point of this whole exercise. It seems as though the Memphis Grizzlies are about to fire Marc Iavaroni. From reading reports and listening to the sports talk this could happen any day now. After going to the game the other night I can see why. The Grizzlies blew a second half lead to the Oklahoma City Thunder. It was pathetic. For some reason Coach I let the Thunder dictate to him that we were going to go small, even though Marc Gasol had dominated while he was on the court. For the majority of the fourth quarter Rudy "the Anaconda" Gay was playing center.
Needless to say we lost.
People are fed up with it. I am too, but this one hurts. I really thought Marc was the answer. I wanted them to hire the guy a year before they did. Hell, I didn't even have expectations of the Grizz winning twenty games this year. That's not the point. The fact is that these guys play like they've never played basketball before a lot of the time. Rudy Gay has taken a step back. Mike Conley has hardly improved. The whole thing has gone to shit, and to top it off it looks like the players have quit. It's time for him to go and Avery Johnson to come in.
That being said, Evil is nothing if not a fan of the Memphis Grizzlies. That's why I'm hitting the train tomorrow morning with the Kickasses and we're going to watch the Grizz get off this losing streak against the Hornets on Saturday. That's right, it's the first of two, count them two Grizz road trips this season. So, get ready New Orleans the crunk is coming. I better have sazerac waiting.
Have a great weekend folks. I'll holler at you next week. Go Grizz!!!
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Drogba's Tuesday Thoughts
Drogba can’t believe it’s already Tuesday, I guess he’s been in some what of a “drunken haze” since Thanksgiving. Four day weekends tend to be tough on Drogba and his liver. That being said, Drogba will try to hit you up with some thoughts. Here we go!
Thanksgiving has come and gone, Drogba hopes everyone had a wonderful holiday. Hopefully there was good food, friends and fellowship, maybe even some football.
Speaking of football, How bout them Rebels?! Drogba’s Rebels laid their fifth BEAT DOWN in a row on those poor rednecks from State. Drogba was there and he wants you to know that it was more brutal then the score. 11 sacks and -51 yards rushing still doesn’t do the game justice. The game was like watching a child pull the wings off a butterfly. Of course the Drogba family loved every minute of it. Drogba just wishes that Sly Croom would have stayed on so that could happen every year.
So Tennessee has a new football coach. The Great Lane Kiffin! Not sure how this is going to work. Drogba’s thought is that Lane and his staff, (word is it could include Ole’ Coach O) are going to bring in plenty of talent. The real question is, can they coach em up? (Is Drogba the only one who thinks he has seen something like this before?)
Lackluster! The boys brought it again on Wednesday night at Murphy’s. It was a good show and Drogba did enjoy it. Drogba also enjoyed being at a bar that didn’t run out of Maker’s Mark. (Side note, how great is Murphy’s? Drogba and Tony had to go outside to get something out of the car and Drogba just carried his drink out there like he was in New Orleans. Strolled right back in like he owned the place. Drogba may have to return to Murphy’s more often).
So, we are 23 days away from Christmas. Drogba isn’t ready at all. For whatever reason, Drogba just isn’t feeling Christmas yet. He even put his Christmas tree up but that still hasn’t done it. Who knows, maybe as we get closer, Drogba will get more into it. Drogba can tell you one thing that will NOT help………
CHRISTMAS MUSIC!!!
Seriously, what the hell is it with people and Christmas Music? Do you really need to listen to that shit for an entire month? Drogba can understand on Christmas day and eve, hell, even if you are at a Christmas party, but do you really need to hear Jingle Bells on Tuesday, December 2nd?
News Alert! IT’S COLD OUTSIDE!!!!!!!
Drogba doesn’t like going to work in 28 degree weather. Real estate in Florida is looking better and better.
One Last Thing
The old OLT! This has become an Evilblog favorite. To be honest, Drogba likes it too because now when he wakes up over the weekend, feeling like someone hit him with a shovel, (and realizing that money doesn’t grow on trees), he feels like he is doing this for you, the loyal reader. That being said, Drogba wants to share his new love. The Bloody Mary! He knows that it’s not new to anyone but it is to him. See, many years ago, Drogba tried one and it just didn’t hit the spot. So, moving forward, Drogba just figured that it wasn’t a drink for him. Well, that all changed hear recently. The details are a little foggy but Drogba just remembers that a short while ago, some lovely lady, (Drogba can’t remember who she was but he’s pretty sure she is Great and could apply for Mrs. Drogba), shared her Bloody Mary with Drogba and he was SOLD! Not sure what changed, but ever since then, Drogba has been all over these. In fact, there are few mornings that go by where Drogba doesn’t think, “Coffee or Bloody Mary?” So, do yourself a favor and try to indulge in one or two of these between now and next week, (and if you have the “KILLER RECIPE”, then please share with all of us).
Until next time, have a great week!
Thanksgiving has come and gone, Drogba hopes everyone had a wonderful holiday. Hopefully there was good food, friends and fellowship, maybe even some football.
Speaking of football, How bout them Rebels?! Drogba’s Rebels laid their fifth BEAT DOWN in a row on those poor rednecks from State. Drogba was there and he wants you to know that it was more brutal then the score. 11 sacks and -51 yards rushing still doesn’t do the game justice. The game was like watching a child pull the wings off a butterfly. Of course the Drogba family loved every minute of it. Drogba just wishes that Sly Croom would have stayed on so that could happen every year.
So Tennessee has a new football coach. The Great Lane Kiffin! Not sure how this is going to work. Drogba’s thought is that Lane and his staff, (word is it could include Ole’ Coach O) are going to bring in plenty of talent. The real question is, can they coach em up? (Is Drogba the only one who thinks he has seen something like this before?)
Lackluster! The boys brought it again on Wednesday night at Murphy’s. It was a good show and Drogba did enjoy it. Drogba also enjoyed being at a bar that didn’t run out of Maker’s Mark. (Side note, how great is Murphy’s? Drogba and Tony had to go outside to get something out of the car and Drogba just carried his drink out there like he was in New Orleans. Strolled right back in like he owned the place. Drogba may have to return to Murphy’s more often).
So, we are 23 days away from Christmas. Drogba isn’t ready at all. For whatever reason, Drogba just isn’t feeling Christmas yet. He even put his Christmas tree up but that still hasn’t done it. Who knows, maybe as we get closer, Drogba will get more into it. Drogba can tell you one thing that will NOT help………
CHRISTMAS MUSIC!!!
Seriously, what the hell is it with people and Christmas Music? Do you really need to listen to that shit for an entire month? Drogba can understand on Christmas day and eve, hell, even if you are at a Christmas party, but do you really need to hear Jingle Bells on Tuesday, December 2nd?
News Alert! IT’S COLD OUTSIDE!!!!!!!
Drogba doesn’t like going to work in 28 degree weather. Real estate in Florida is looking better and better.
One Last Thing
The old OLT! This has become an Evilblog favorite. To be honest, Drogba likes it too because now when he wakes up over the weekend, feeling like someone hit him with a shovel, (and realizing that money doesn’t grow on trees), he feels like he is doing this for you, the loyal reader. That being said, Drogba wants to share his new love. The Bloody Mary! He knows that it’s not new to anyone but it is to him. See, many years ago, Drogba tried one and it just didn’t hit the spot. So, moving forward, Drogba just figured that it wasn’t a drink for him. Well, that all changed hear recently. The details are a little foggy but Drogba just remembers that a short while ago, some lovely lady, (Drogba can’t remember who she was but he’s pretty sure she is Great and could apply for Mrs. Drogba), shared her Bloody Mary with Drogba and he was SOLD! Not sure what changed, but ever since then, Drogba has been all over these. In fact, there are few mornings that go by where Drogba doesn’t think, “Coffee or Bloody Mary?” So, do yourself a favor and try to indulge in one or two of these between now and next week, (and if you have the “KILLER RECIPE”, then please share with all of us).
Until next time, have a great week!
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