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The Nice Jenkins rolled through Cleveland last night and much fun and revelry took place. With some help from my hospitable Cleveland friends we all successfully consumed much while unlawfully smoking inside an alehouse (though it was deemed allowable by its owner, he being so risky).

Needless to say, in less than a 24 hour period we

1. Saw Dana 'take on' Jordan and lose on a tree lawn
2. Saw Adam convince girls he was from New Zealand and they then wanted him
3. Played a very intense game of bar boche that got an entire bar rowdily involved
4. Had a girl with no eyebrows uncomfortably hit on us (she was our waitress at breakfast)
5. At same restaurant sat under a ceiling leak that accented our food and coffee
6. Watched Adam look gay in a very gay part of town
7. Ate bad tofu (jello-like minus the sweetness)
8. 'Chugged' beers while talking like New Zealanders
9. Schemed Madden Football dominance with Rob (aka Bobby Chey)
10. Watched Jordan do somersaults in the middle of a street at 4pm, constituting public intoxication

Much fun... much fun

That Wry Guy

On his westward venture, former roommate and fellow blogger Wry made a pit-stop in my beloved city of Cleveland. He even brought a friend. I took them out with some lady-friends of mine to try and trick them into thinking I was cool (though Wry was well aware of my guise having lived with me for a year) and we successfully got hammered. The next day we slept until noon and then drove around Cleveland. Eventually we settled at the Great Lakes Brewery for burgers and beers (in an attempt we to get back to normal). After some chatter and laughter they took off as Wry prepared to continue his trip west.

What was nice was having not seen him for over a month, it took a simple greeting and a sly grin to get back to where we left off. I enjoy good friends.

Roll It Up Slow

The unrelenting rain has kept me indoors for the past day and a half and it doesn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon. The sounds of wet tires swooshing past seem to be the momentary constant along with the patter of rain on my rooftop. I am sipping coffee and writing and feel satisfied in my coarse of action.

I basically have three weeks to pass and nothing really to do in the meantime. This time is mine and of it I can make or do anything. It seems almost overwhelming in it’s magnitude of possibility, but as I ease into this first day with a steady rain and a cool breeze to balance the warmth of my coffee cup I find myself filled with a strange sense of contentment.

Nothing is really eas-y, or at least nothing that’s worth doing, but when one finds themselves within the comfort of a situation upon which circumstance leaves no other option, there is a sense of ease that is as comforting as a warm blanket on a chilly evening. It will pass as soon as my coffee is cold, but for the time it is here I can acknowledge it.

Got A Job

Good news gang, I got a job. Long process with several bumps in the road. Lots of me waiting, waiting, waiting. Sometimes I would wake up in the middle of the night stricken with anxiety and it would take a bowl of cereal and a few chapters of a book to get me settled back down. The good thing was that I didn't have much to do the next day.

Either way, it was a bit stressful because once I received the offer from the company I wanted to work for, I had to play a little cat and mouse to bump up my pay. I had another offer that I delicately dangled in their face and that sort of stuff (like I wasn't going to take pretty much whatever they offered me because... I needed a job).

Anyway, with a little patience (yeaaah, yeaah) it ended up being a win, win. Plus, I don't start for another 3 weeks so its more of me reading and eating cereal at night. I prefer Cheerios, but sometimes... I'll slip some into some nut'n'honey.

Enough

When is it appropriate to tell someone they are being inappropriate when they, in fact, feel they are sharing? Is there etiquette you should follow when listening to a story that you are both uncomfortable with and don't want to continue to hear, yet find yourself fearful that interrupting might shatter what you are quickly learning is a fragile psyche?

I found myself in this situation and poorly chose to make a joke about how uncomfortable I was learning private info from someone I didn't exactly consider a confidante. I used humor as my blanket on the fire. What followed?

Five second pause

They got up and left

Oh, why ya live there?

I spent almost 4 years living in Virginia and recently moved back to my home state of Ohio. So why is it that whenever I mention that I lived in/moved to which ever state I am referencing that it strikes up a chord of irrefutable unimpressiveness in whomever I am talking with from said other state. In actuality I think both states are very impressive and have many similarities.

For example, did you know both states are nicknamed "The Mother of Presidents" because they both birthed the exact same number of U.S. Presidents, which are more than any other state.

Would Texas be referred to as "The Dead Beat Dad of Presidents"?