ain't no color paint going to cover the stains but if the oxygen escapes it'll smother the flames

for those about to blog...

I really hate that blogs are getting more and more infrequent and becoming more and more just a recap of all the crazy, sometimes awful shit that has gone down since the last time I got a few free minutes to write. Maybe I think it explains my absence from blogging and fulfills my blog quota to blog about the things that get in the way of blogging? I don't know. We're several sentences into the blog about blogging and still no actual blog.

META!!
There.

Anyway, I left town.
Lafayette, Louisiana is a nice place and pretty much how I pictured it.
The people we dealt with were on the whole very very nice and we got some time to get out (on foot, so no trips to New Orleans) after work, which was the beginning of the end.
The food was fantastic - we got some cajun at the cafe down the street before meeting the third member of our crew down the road at a pool hall. I had a chicken stuffed with seafood and cooked in some kind of bacon soup. Awesome? Yes.
The beginning of the end had already begun.

At the pool hall we were immediately challenged to Beer Pong, as one Brit, one midwesterner with bright red hair and one big New Yorker that goes by "Spartacus" don't tend to blend in anywhere.
Most people just wanted to hear the Brit talk and challenge the big New Yorker to drinking games, everyone else apparently thought I was the guy to bring overt racism to. I was informed how things would have been different "if this were a nigger pool-hall" on a couple of occasions. I spent most of the time there waiting for the fight that seems 1000% inevitable to break out between the bar regulars and the three weirdos that would someday be found cemented into a levee...but it never happened.

Back in the hotel was when the real fun started.
I was fully willing to accept that I had too much to drink and was paying the price and it wasn't until the 8th hour of my digestive system reversing course that I started to think maybe this was way more than a simple hangover. The fun continued for several hours thereafter as well.
Damn cajun food.

Try explaining to your coworkers, who were drinking with you, that it's anything BUT the booze. It's impossible. I was the asshole the next day at work. Anyway.

The gig went fine and I started to get some color back as evening rolled around.
We finished up and flew home extremely early in the day. There you have it, almost all of my time spent in Louisiana was either at work or wrapped around the toilet wishing I could die.

Last night was the penultimate IAGG of 2008 and Adorable performed what has become our pretty standard mix of holy-shit-this-is-creepy and I-kinda-like-those-people-when-they-aren't-doing-the-most-horrible-things-ever-seen-onstage. It was fun.
Any set in which I can die by neck-snapping makes the day all better.

Next Sunday is the final IAGG of the year and Five Man Job returns with something we've been working on and I'm pretty damn excited for it.

that's it for now, more later
things with the teenager are crappy yet blogworthy but I'm already tired of talking about it all the time, I get tired of writing about the new heights he's found for his stupid decisions and I'm way beyond tired of getting internet-sympathy comments on it.
But, like it or not, that's what's going on so I'm sure I'll detail it all here soon.