Home again, home again

Home again, home again

I'll finally be moving into my apartment tomorrow, and that means all the (free) Internet access a boy could hope for. That means more regular and more in-depth updates. I'll also keep everybody posted on how the job hunt goes. It also means I'll get to clear out all of the stuff that's been in my car for a month. Stay tuned, and don't forget to wish your fathers a happy Father's Day tomorrow.

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Ouch.

Ouch.

I just watched the England vs. France game in the Euro Cup. England led through most of the game, scoring one just before the break at the half. They maintained their lead the whole rest of the game...until stoppage time. Stoppage time--for those of you who aren't familiar with soccer rules--is time added on at the end of each half to compensate for out-of-bounds, penalties, etc. because of a continuously running clock. In the last two minutes of stoppage time, France scored twice. Once on a free kick just outside the box, and another on a penalty kick when the English goalkeeper took out a French player inside the box. Apparently the Franco-English rivalry is pretty intense. And of all the ways to lose, you never want it to be like that. Ouch indeed.

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Ah, the Sunset Strip

Ah, the Sunset Strip

So I went out to THE STRIP tonight for some drinking. It was pretty much like Green Street on a somewhat busy night. It was the same kinds of people dressed in the same kinds of clothes standing in line. Me and a friend went to a smaller club called The Cat Club where there was a small stage of pretty good live music and relatively inexpensive drinks ($4 for a Bud light). We stayed there most of the night hanging out and listening to music before leaving to try someplace else. Apparently you have to get to clubs pretty early for them to let you in. We tried to get into a place called The Sky Bar, but they had already closed their doors at 1AM. The House of Blues in the same area gave us the same story. They, however, directed us to a bar a block down called The Cattle Ranch. You can imagine the decor. It was THE STRIP doing "The Midwest" complete with a shitty bar space--one bar and a lot of standing room only and a mechanical bull. Apparently there's some strange allure for tight-topped womena and a bucking electrical bovine. Who knew? One girl thought she was quite attractive being tossed around as she made the "It's On" face while running her fingers through her hair. Then she got tossed off. Perhaps I'm just biased because 1)they don't have Midwesterners pegged quite right and 2)a round of two beers was $16. In any case, it was a pretty fun, if somewhat expensive, night. Remember: everywhere is the same as anywhere else. There are always the same kind of people, and they all act the same when they become intoxicated. Good times. Oddly enough, I mean it. There's something very reassuring where you realize that this strange place is really no different than the last place you were in; there's just more people.

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