Best Dude Buggy @ Groom's Dinner
Sorry, Buggy ... had to make sure that folks who hadn't witnessed your classy show at the Groom's dinner had a chance to see what you were going to wear for the wedding. I'm working like crazy now and it pains me because all I want to do is sit here and reminisce while posting to the 'blog and responding to comments (AAAAHHHHHH!!!).
Love you all. Still recovering.
posted by Brent Sigmeth at 8/18/2005 10:16:00 AM
21 Comments:
It's both!
And Brent, sometimes work is better than no work........
sometimes.
It's both!
And Brent, sometimes work is better than no work........
sometimes.
Double post?
Frickin' internets.
Right on!
Welcome to the blog, buggysgal!
How's 'Sota doing without us?
Yep, back in cozy Orygun.
Though one of the far-flung satellites after the weekend, the emails and blog entries keep me close.
Good to hear everyone made it home safe and sound.
And the Fatguy is a personal preference-thing. If you don't feel right using it, don't be forced. I can tell a lot about folks by which side of that fence they fall......
Why is this blog all flaky? The above is obviously me....
Best weekend EVER for me, too (DUHHHHHHH!!!!!!).
Picnic camoflauge!
Work is now pleasant because I can check up with all of youse! Keep it coming ... the 'blog lives!
Luv.
Ah, Ed, you must be one of the heroic Wisconsinites I read about who grabbed their beers on the way to the basement.....
You show 'em, Buggy.
This whole Peak Oil thing is a crock, anyway. My car runs on Jiffy Peanut Butter.
Dang, lost my JiffyPop hat there.
On some type of jiffy-roll here.
Yeah, I hear ya, sqsd, back to the world in general. Not nearly as shiny as it should be, coming from where we've been.
Ed, I caught that headline from FARK. If you don't go there, you should. PhotoShop contests alone are worth it.
Also, it appears someone did a copycat/freecat action on us. Same joke, different setting. I see the pic there every now and again. You haven't repeated that one yourself, have you?
that last comment was me, Scout..... but apparently, the blog has channeled me thru Trisha Corona....! see? we are becoming each other.
Tornado Lounge.....do they have a basement? Grab a whole bottle if the sirens go off.
Channel the Love in Madtown!
Peaceout!
It had been I think ten weeks that I worked in the kitchen at the resort. I washed the dishes on the dinner shift. The air outside was thick as meatloaf that summer. Inside the kitchen it was thicker. One night, after finishing the dishes and running the garbage grinder for a while and mopping the floor clean as it could be for a greasy tile floor, I left. Manny was in the back room running the numbers, and the cooks and waitresses were up front at the bar, full of shit as usual. There was a checkered table cloth in the closet where they kept the Sterno. I wrapped some silverware and a pan in it and tucked the lump into my backpack. On the way out, I grabbed a 6-pack of Grolsch from the walk-in. As the loose-hinged door closed behind me, I heard Manny tapping away on the ten-key.
Okay anonymous (well, if it's you, Nick, then ....),
That's some good writing and you know it. DAMN. That's good. No, really good. If it's you, Nick, I think it's time to change your name from anonymous to something else --- get in here with a name, man. If it's another anonymous or a mistaken anonymous, well then ...
But, really. That's the best short story I've read EVER in a paragraph. That's all I have to say. I'm glad I know you, whoever you are ------- and again, if it's you, Nick, I didn't get to see nearly enough of you (which upsets me in the gut and the past).
Okay, I'm done --- just trying to unwind from a 14-hour work day.
Next.
Anonymous dude, fess up. Your words are too brilliant to go unclaimed.
I'd watch & record every episode of Bob Fales Surviving. Nice jacket!!! Vicki is one strong & patient woman.
I wish I had had more time to talk to all you guys last week. Too many people, too little time with any one person.
Chilling beer without electricity?
Last Spring, Buggy came over in the afternoon. We had a 12-pack of warm beer. He grabbed 3 and put them out in the not-yet-melted snow bank. Fifteen minutes later, it was Miller time.
I agree. The lack of reliable electricity is going to put a serious crimp in my drinking of cold adult beverages. I mean, can you see us going back to the days of cutting lake ice & storing it in underground caches? And WTF do I do in Texas? It really never freezes down here.
Buggy's outfit is perfect for the in-studio hosting segments—and a purrr-fect example of surviving the impending economic decline through thrift shop shopping. And Buggy's way too hip to go the run-of-the-mill-survivalist-in-camoflage route.
Oh yeah. We drove back to Texas, got in 4:30 a.m. on Saturday & I caught a flight back to Minneapolis @ 5:30 p.m. Sunday. I'm back for another week of work.
Who needs to go to a sporting goods store fro beaver musk?
This thread could be endless. The survival thing, Martha, apocalyptic fashions...
Aw, Martha's OK. She's hell on wheels as a businesswoman and she does have a sense of style—it just doesn't mix well with Buggy's.
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