trust and sacrifice
two words I know little about
consistently intertwined throughout my life
devoid of one and unwilling to make the other
flipped and flopped time and time again
waiting for time to show me where my success has led
making simple choices shedding light on unseen obstacles
barriers seemingly kicked down exposing what I thought was lost
what am I willing to forsake in order to find out what I need to know
or is THAT the answer
trust and sacrifice
I’m learning
This will be the last Jumpee for a while. I just need a break to recharge the ol’ batteries.
As all great stories do, this all began with an idea: How do you embarrass a friend so that even random passerbys will recognize the awesomeness they’ve just seen? I worked on that idea for the weeks leading up to St. Patrick’s Day. You see, I have this friend named Patrick aka B’ster and I feel that every St. Patty’s Day is an opportunity to enjoy a wee little bit of fun with the ol’ chap. Last year was no different, but it ended up being just the start of what became the most EPIC St. Patrick’s Day EVAR (until Saturday that is).
There were brainstorming sessions with my other best friend Chris aka DUB. You will remember Dub from such great stories as, “Jumpee tried to break up your wedding”, or that fine adventure, “We got lost at Kyle Field and all I got was this video” and lest we forget my favorite and why I call him DUB, “Spinning the Spinners”. But I digress, DUB and I were looking at a way to play a nice practical joke on the third member of our little triumvirate, B’ster. So I sat around for weeks with DUB hypothesizing on what would embarrass him the most. I can’t even remember why this became a need, but somehow it began to border on obsession. And then it dawned on me… I have untold amounts of photos of B’ster doing the silliest shit imaginable and it was time to unleash my plan unto the world. We would get t-shirts made consisting of the greatest picture of all:
B’ster being kissed by two drunk and somewhat unattractive chicks from Mardis Gras. Honestly…look at that one chick licking him…how could this not be made into a t-shirt… LOL
*Fast Forward to St. Patty’s Day…well…day*
So DUB and I head down to Fado’s Irish Pub outdoor festival with our t-shirts concealed beneath our regular shirts and waiting to ambush B’ster with our awesome joke. But whilst we wait for that to happen, we do what people do for St. Patty’s Day…drink until you can see the Irish in everyone. So as we are drinking I run into my twin brother Shawn aka Tyrone *fyi, not my real brother and my twin name is Jyrone…don’t ask* and my used to be favorite Aggie Jules Verne. As you can see from this picture:
we were fucking hammered. Hell, Tyrone looks like Jon Arbuckle from Garfield and Jules Verne is just out of her mind. I love those two. *I’m sure they will make another appearance this year as well*
At some point during the evening DUB and I actually gain favor with the staff that is working the gates at our end of the festival. Apparently they were listening in on our conversations and thought we were hilarious. Next thing I know I’m taking pictures with the staff and convincing them that I should be allowed to card people. All of a sudden, I have official badges and am telling people that if you buy me a beer, you can cut in line. This young lady, Vera I believe her name was, decided that I shouldn’t take bribes as it might incite a riot or two.
She was really cool and I have no idea why I was making that face.
*moment of inspiration*
Yeah…that face was totally uncalled for in this case. Oh wait, now I remember. Of course, I was really drunk. I was informed that this guy with an overly manicured beard that looked too much like that guy from Backstreet Boys was hitting on my married friend DUB and told him that he, DUB, was cute and that he, overly manicured bearded guy, would like to buy DUB a beer once he got inside the festival. I can’t remember if DUB ever got that drink, but I never let him forget that it was offered. And I asked DUB what would he do if the guy really bought him a drink and DUB says, “I guess I’d have to let him grab my ass, right?!?” Okay, that last part was a lie, but DUB said he didn’t have any trouble accepting a beer with no intent on putting out…LOL Me and Tyrone kept making jokes about DUB knowing what it must be like to be a girl at the bar now. HAHAHAHAHA
Around this time B’ster shows up…with his GIRLFRIEND!!! Could this be anymore perfect? No, it couldn’t. Now we don’t have any actual documentation of the actual flashing, but here is the finished product of the t-shirts:
*will be wearing this shirt again on Saturday*
Now here is when this thing got right and out of control. If you will remember back last year, they were out promoting a little movie called Nacho Libre. Last St. Patty’s Day, there were all these awesome costumed street team members handing out Nacho Libre postcards. I got my postcards, but drunk Jumpee also had to get a couple of photos:
*notice the B’ster shirt under the badges that let me work the gates*
And what’s better than Uno Luchadore….
DOS…. DOS LUCHADORES!!!!!
The evening was already bordering on EPIC, but this next story is gory yet offensive. Now first, the portapotty situation is disgusting. By the end of the night, they were overflowing and you kind of had to shoot a 3-point shot into the toilet and just hope to avoid the splash. Thankfully, the alcohol had rendered me unable to care about such issues associated with continued drinking. So here I am walking out of the portapotty and for some reason EVERYONE is looking in my direction. Now this isn’t something that I’m unfamiliar with, but the guys jaws were dropping and the women were looking in disgust…quite the opposite reaction that I’m used to mind you. So I turn around and see DUB wielding my camera and what do I see…but this:
That’s my friend Charlos, who throws the greatest after parties known to man, standing in front of the pedi-cab driver that hopped the fence, dropped trou and began to handle her business for ALL OF THE FADO’S TENT PARTY-GOERS TO SEE!!! She was so…so…. so, gangsta, is the only word to come to mind. The lines were, “too long to wait”, she said. I’m still glad DUB was sober enough to get some pictures of the whole event as it went down.
All in all it was a great evening. Luckily I took enough pictures as I had to go to work the next day at 4AM. Why lucky you say…? Well my old boss had one rule; you can be as late to work as you want on Saturdays, but you better have someone cover for you, plenty of pictures and an EPIC story…
*actual picture taken at 6am the next day*
And there was no way I would have made it into work the next day with my whole world looking this fuzzy, so I’m glad this story is as EPIC as I could have hoped.
Peafe Nation
I go through these times in my life where nothing “reads right”. Everything is out of my control and I just can’t get a read on what it is that’s going on with my life, which in turn makes it much more difficult to document it. During these periods, I like to sit back and watch it all unfold without much commentary. This is one of those times. I’ve been feeling like this for the last few weeks, and I just thought I’d let you know why everything is so short as of late without much info.
I will be back when it’s time to be back, which could be in three months or this afternoon, so I wouldn’t hold my breath. Don’t see this as a bad thing because I’m pretty excited with how my life has progressed since Sept 22nd, 2006. I never would have thought I would be at this point so soon. Pages turn and life goes on with or without us.
P.S.
Don’t worry, I’m already working on my *cough* final? *cough* Wednesday with Jumpee. As always it shall be apropos to the impending holiday. It involves one of my great practical jokes of all time, luchadores, pictures, gay guys with highly manicured beards hitting on my best friend…and a pedi-cab driver peeing beside the porta-potty.
*dammit, now I’ve painted myself into the corner as I have to actually write this opus now…*
See ya Wednesday!
I can’t even give a coherent review of what I saw. I’ve read the comic and it was beautiful just like all of the things Frank Miller has done, but this movie was like the comic brought to life. It oozed of the stylized images that Frank crafted. The way the movie almost came off like a comic the way it would pause before it sped haphazardly to the next action shot flowed like a gore-filled ballet. Hypocrite says I overuse the word “epic”, which I do now just because she says I do it, but this movie was indeed just that; EPIC! I would highly recommend that you see this movie and please…please take me with you.
Suga is leaving… One of my best friends is off to DC to …hell, it doesn’t matter. I’m going to miss my friend, but now I have to go visit him if he ends up staying there for good. We’re having a party on March 23rd and it should be a great send off.
As I type this I’m so hungover… Going to see 300 at lunch hopefully. I’m typing too loudly. Generally I’m more verbose than this. Oh well… That is all.
My mommy is coming and I’m scared shitless. What do I do? How do I address such an event? This shall be mostly business and I won’t really have time to plan an event around her arrival. This is lucky for me as two weeks after I will be in Houston for UFC 69 and can’t really afford to splurge on either event. However, I would like to have a small gathering so people can have a meet and greet with the only member of my family besides Hg (Mercury) to step into my arena.
I’m excited, but much like myself my mother is a procrastinator. She waits until the last minute to inform me that she will be coming. I shall take this as a good thing as I won’t really have enough time to obsess over the minute details of her trip. She won’t be here too long as we aren’t known to tolerate each other for great lengths of time with the outcomes being mostly acrimonious in nature. So I am setting my sights on this trip being a productive one. Hopefully, (side note: I love that I think in positive terms much more often as of late.) this trip will bring me closer to answers that will help me find my center.
breathe in and hold on
it’s there beneath you; feel it
your center beckons
Peafe Nation
fractions of ideas fight to form a thought unabridged or constrained by inconsistent vagaries
past transgressions and future possibilities combine to form present enlightenment
a singular choice provides multiple avenues of resplendent experience
situations bowl out of control and the sand feels so much quicker than it did before
not something to control or fight
slowly I sink
For a Friday at least. Let’s see if I can’t hammer this out in one go around.
The word for today is: boundaries. It doesn’t matter where I have set them, it just matters that I stick to them. What I really love is that my good friends have recognized where and why I set them and have respected them so far. The fact that I have taken the courage to coolly and calmly inform people of the things that I expect of them when dealing with me has allowed me so much freedom. Now people have no excuse when I inform them, in maybe not the nicest manner, that I don’t appreciate how I’m being treated. So if I tell you what I expect from you, that’s when you should begin the bargaining process…not after you cross the line. If I’ve taken the time to show you where I drew the line in the sand, I’d just suggest you not cross it until I’m ready for you to do so…for both of our sakes.
However the boundary process has gone both ways this week. Some boundaries needed to be moved in a way that let some people in closer. That was scary, but the friendships will be better for it. I think it helps for some people to know why I’m as crazy as I am and why/how I will react to certain situations. As long as it’s a conscious decision and not something I do by the seat of my pants, I’m comfortable with it. Or at least I’ll keep telling myself that.
I’m a pretty petty person sometimes. This is a much less infrequent occurrence these days, but all the old grudges still need to be upheld. Today we will be discussing why I move my car every two hours. You see, I don’t like to ever do what I’m told… by anyone. It doesn’t matter who tries to tell me what to do or what the reason, I will have to rebel and take it as far as I possibly can until someone admits that I’m the “winner” and victory is declared.
Currently I don’t park in my gated parking lot at work. Why do you ask? Well, because security told me I HAD to place a hideously “red” AE parking sticker on my *and I’m really proud of the color choice here* Daytona Blue Nissan 350Z. I couldn’t bear to have that ugly red sticker on my car….TELLING EVERYONE WHERE I WORK. So it didn’t just start with me parking outside, like every journey, it began with a single step. Everyone else in my group got their sticker, but my name was on the list and they kept calling and emailing me to go upstairs and log my vehicle. It was pushing my buttons…and I didn’t like it.
So I continued to park inside the gate and security guards are looking at me up and down and I can tell their boss has put the word out. I inform them that I’m too busy to stop and continue to my office every day for a month, but eventually I was caught….by my nemesis. Now my nemesis used to be cool with me, but now she took it personal that I felt I didn’t need to place that clashing red sticker on my baby girl Vanessa. She made it her personal mission to get that sticker on my car. It was a battle of wills of the most EPIC proportions. *yeah DoL, I said epic…eat it*
Finally my nemesis had me banned from the parking lot. My group got a huge laugh out of that. Really, I did too as this meant I had many more opportunities to screw with my nemesis. Every once in a while we clash over whether it was “my” car that she saw over at another site parked in a city garage without an AE sticker on it. Of course it was. I’ve managed to get around the security guards at other sites by figuring out a way to utilize a ski pass holder to attach the sticker to my windshield temporarily as they are unaware that I’m banned from placing Vanessa in our work parking garages. Generally I could take my City jeep or truck, but I get more satisfaction by beating my nemesis. It’s always the small victories that bring me the most pleasure. LOL So now I park my car in two hour parking across the street and have to move it every two hours or so. It used to be a hassle, but now I like getting out of the office as I work in a basement. Finally, one of these little grudges has an upside.
Peafe Nation
Well here we go again. I don’t know if I can wait. I’m getting a little jumpy. There’s a lump in my throat and I don’t know what to do about it. It’s almost a little frightening when I take a step back and look at it. Time moves me, but just not fast enough. I want to end it all and take what I can get now. I know that would be almost like cheating, but right now I don’t care. It’s what I want to do and if I’m okay with it, then every one else should be(stop judging me). The feeling that it elicits in me is indescribable. Do I care how will I be viewed if anyone ever finds out what I’ve done. All I really have to do is just wait and I’m sure I’ll get what it is that I eventually want anyway. I’ll take a deep breath and just wait… It’s only 8 days…. I’ll just keep telling myself that and then Jim Jim’s will be open.
LOL
