Jumpin Johnies Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 Spain, you are too much. I hope to 1 day have the pleasure of meeting you. The dude's even funnier in person. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
twiley Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 The dude's even funnier in person. Yeah he is. I wasn't sure what to expect. Â Funny f'er for sure. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jumpin Johnies Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 (edited) Ok. Some more random thoughts about folks who went to Vegas for WCOFF: Â 1. Chargerz: Doc Chargerz is off the charts and is one of my favorite huddlers. This dude is the most down to earth guy you will ever meet. He definitely has that laid back San Diego vibe going. Alot of the Docs my age were these sort of money grubbing yuppies or sick freaks who were wanting to cop some cheap feels. Our Doc Chargerz is a throwback to the old school where they actually care about people. The fact he is elbow deep in Rosie O'Donnell all day is just an added benefit! I really enjoyed meeting the good Doc as he had helped me when a friend of mine was having some prego issues. I thought about asking him for a couple of scripts of Oxycontin but didnt want to press my luck! I didnt get to spend near enough time with this good man. Â 2. GodTomSatan: GTS was one of those people that you know deep down is a good person. You just intuitivley know it. He is just a solid human being. He would give you the shirt off his back if he hadnt just sold it to buy a dime bag. I am not saying the dude is a big Josh Gordon smoker, but when he called Bob Marley and Snoop Dog "light weights", I kind of figured that he has done his share of "wake and bake's". Tom is a quite and reserved sort of fellow who just takes things all in. He just looks at you with those sad eyes and you dont know if he feels sorry for you or if he is plotting a way to push your ass down a flight of stairs. GTS is just one of those cats that everybody likes and I would bet that he doesnt have an enemy in the world. He is one of the people you always want on the invite list when you are getting a group together to go do something. His presence sort of adds a cool calming affect to the room. He definitely has that whole Seattle vibe going for him and it works well. I am about as different from him and that whole Seattle thing as one can get. Â I am one of those people that most folks say that I remind them of someone that they know, either by the way I look or by my personality. And I can usually see other people in new people that I meet. But I honestly dont know anyone like GodTomSatan. One thing that was really troubling for me about Tom was that he doesnt drink. I come from several generations of alcoholics, so I dont understand this sort of anti-social behavior. If you are on the wagon, I assume you are either a religious nut or you are sick. If you are a religious fanatic, I dont want your proslatizing ass anywhere near me. And if you are sick, you need to go home because I dont want to catch whatever bug you have. But I think GTS doesnt drink because it isnt healthy or organic or natural or whatever the latest fad going around that nutbag hippie town of Seattle is these days. I wanted to tell him that that whole Josh Gordon thing aint exactly medicinal in nature either. But I let it slide and allowed him to enjoy his cranberry spritzer with a twist of homo. Â 3. Bunz and Big John: Obviously, I have met both of these folks before and was lucky enough to be their room mates for this trip. I dont know who snores the loudest between them, but it couldnt have been any worse than if Paul Bunyon and a 747 were in the suite with us. Every morning we woke up I asked Bunz if she wanted to compare "morning wood". She respectfully declined. I hung out with these 2 alot as they are 2 of my favorite people. Except Big John has this very annoying habit: He wears this very ugly green and yellow jersey with the number 4 on it. And he tops off the ensemble with a green cap. Not a nice John Deere hat mind you, but a hat with the letter G on it. I told him with that Green Bay crap on, we couldnt get laid in a Tiajuan Ho House with a fist full of $100 bills. But he proudly displayed his team colors and went right on. I think your analysis on these folks is dead on. I was surprised meeting GTS and Bushwacked they were both nice guys that I can't picture pi$$ing anyone off. H8 pretty laid back as well. That kind of surprised me. Oh yeah, Bushwacked's wife is hot so that also makes him cooler in my eyes. Edited September 12, 2006 by Jumpin Johnies Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
twiley Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 I think your analysis on these folks is dead on. I was surprised meeting GTS and Bushwacked they were both nice guys that I can't picture pi$$ing anyone off. H8 pretty laid back as well. That kind of surprised me. Yeah, I think you and I were the only troublemakers. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
twiley Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 Oh yeah, Bushwacked's wife is hot so that also makes him a little cooler in my eyes. I had heard she was decent looking. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jumpin Johnies Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 Yeah, I think you and I were the only troublemakers. BC walked the line at times and Slugfear did throw a mayonnaise packet at Big John. I thought that a fistfight was gonna erupt at that point. I just kinda sat there like nothing happened and tried to look away. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jumpin Johnies Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 I had heard she was decent looking. After watching you introduce yourself to her I soon became convinced that nothing could ever pi$$ Bushwacked off. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jumpin Johnies Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 I had heard she was decent looking. nice avy Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
twiley Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 (edited) After watching you introduce yourself to her I soon became convinced that nothing could ever pi$$ Bushwacked off. Â So, how's everyone like my new avy. Â That blow up sheep isn't coming out very well. Edited September 12, 2006 by twiley Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hugh 0ne Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 spain, you a funny mother f'cker  Haven't finished reading the thread yet, but have been at it for the last hour, but had to stop to post my 100% agreement with this statement. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jumpin Johnies Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 (edited) Â So, how's everyone like my new avy. Â That blow up sheep isn't coming out very well. It must be a rule that all southerns must wear pink shirts and have sexual relations with sheep. Edited September 12, 2006 by Jumpin Johnies Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hugh 0ne Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 cranberry spritzer with a twist of homo. Â And that one actually made me blow snot out of my nose. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
twiley Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 nice avy   I have another one but it's with a hot chick sitting on your lap.  Clarification: It was a hot chick that I randomly selected from the bar, not one hanging out with the group. No need to get anyone in trouble. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jumpin Johnies Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 Â I have another one but it's with a hot chick sitting on your lap. Â Clarification: It was a hot chick that I randomly selected from the bar, not one hanging out with the group. No need to get anyone in trouble. Â That's not a picture of me that's a picture of Spain. I don't wear pink. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
twiley Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 back from the bald Russian mafia bouncer dude (who ended up taking twiley out by his shirt collar later in the night). Â I so almost numb-chucked that guy. Â Â Actually, he came pretty close to killing me. I really need to learn to keep my mouth shut at times. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Puddy Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 Not sure what Spain does for a living, but he definitely missed his calling if he's not writing for a living. He's the one person here who should keep a blog as I'd tune in regularly. Â Â Oh and you guys haven't seen crazy times until you've been to Lansing, MI with wiegie, bier, et. al. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
twiley Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 Oh and you guys haven't seen crazy times until you've been to Lansing, MI with wiegie, bier, et. al. Â Â No way can that compare to this past weekend. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bier Meister Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 GR biatchs! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Skippy Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 Except Big John has this very annoying habit: He wears this very ugly green and yellow jersey with the number 4 on it. And he tops off the ensemble with a green cap. Not a nice John Deere hat mind you, but a hat with the letter G on it. I told him with that Green Bay crap on, we couldnt get laid in a Tiajuan Ho House with a fist full of $100 bills. But he proudly displayed his team colors and went right on. Â That little out-fit of his worked just fine after several drinks and a quality session of black jack with Rocknrob. Big John and I took a druken early afternoon walk around the Ceasar Palace area and at this point of the story I need to say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. However, Big John did get his Packer gear a little soiled that afternoon. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
twiley Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 That little out-fit of his worked just fine after several drinks and a quality session of black jack with Rocknrob. Big John and I took a druken early afternoon walk around the Ceasar Palace area and at this point of the story I need to say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. However, Big John did get his Packer gear a little soiled that afternoon. Â Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bier Meister Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 Oh and you guys haven't seen crazy times until you've been to Lansing, MI with wiegie, bier, et. al. Â Â Â there aint no party like a lansing party. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SteelBunz Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 Oh my Lord......I snore??? Â Â Just getting into my first cup of coffee......I'll add some thoughts when my brain clears. Â But two thoughts I could remember even in a coma...... Â #1. Sky is the most wonderful host and gentleman it has ever been my pleasure to know. It was fantastic to get to see him and hang out with him again.....I'm always sad that he lives 2000 miles away. Love you hun!! And thank you SO much for really putting this all together. Incredible. Â #2. Now......most of you know I giggle and laugh most of the day away......but I haven't laughed THAT much....maybe EVER! What a GrrrrrEAT time!! Â More in a cup or two. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Big Country Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 My head is finally clear despite not drinking since Sat night (well, technically Sunday morning) Â First hings first, sky, thanks again for setting all of this up, providing the accomodations nad for that dinner at the Bellagio buffet. It was spectacular. Said before by myself and other, but you are one class act. Â Now, for my recount of the festivities (Darin's has more detail, I'll fill in where I fill more detail is needed) Â Â Thursday - I work all day, get flight and land in Vegas about 9:20 or so. Get my bag and plan on waiting a little bit for Steel (scheduled to land at 9:30), Big John (landing about 9:45 I believe) and Skippy (scheduled for 10). Well, I believe all were delayed between 15 and 35 minutes, so, we finally get out of the airport around 10:45 or 11:00. Taxi line is long so we grab a limo which has no line and head over to the Hawthorne. Meet everyone and IIRC caled it a fairly early night. Â Friday - Rally the troops and we head over to the Riviera to check in for WCOFF. Twiley, as noted is a wanderer and will flirt with anything. THere is some 60+ year old woman cashing in some chips and he walks up to her and asks what she is doing later on and then some other off-color comment that got a frightened smile and the quick walk away from the lady. Â Now, there is a semi-sweaty handling registration for our team (call her a 5 shot girl). Anyway, I am being my charming self, and once we get checked in she gives us the wrist bands that we need to get into the draft. I take one look at it and say there is no way in hell that will fit on my wrist. She looks at me with a wry smile and says "No one says that has to go on your wrist." Now, I am a witty fella, so I look at her, and in my most seductive voice, tell her "Well, it STILL wouldn't fit." There she drops the wry smile, looks at me seriously, and says "Then I can't wait to see you later" Â After registering and tracking twiley down again (that boy can wander like no other), we decide to head over to Treasure Island so that even if twiley wanders away, at least we are close to where we are going to meet. On the walk to the cab line, a pretty young blond walks into an elevator and twiley does an about face and tries to get in with here. She too had a frightened look on her face as we are about to correct his course and get to the cab line. Â At TI, Darin and I go to play some poker (both getting cracked hard by these drunken river rats) so, after that, we decide to just head over to Mist, at 5 when it opens while the get together isn't until 7. We meet Willy the bartender and as I am playing the max bet on the video poker my drinks are free. Darin does the same so we are drinking free and tipping well. AS otehr show up, I introduce them to Willy, tell them to take good care of him and this is when he starts basically giving me more free drinks even though I have long since stopped playing video poker. Have a long drunken discussion about Larry Fitzgerald with WW (yes, I remember talking with him a while, though I was admittedly a mess and he was stone sober), and had a great time meeting everyone and the few brave wives that came out as well. Go back to Hawthorne about midnihgt and hit the sack as we draft in the AM. Â Saturday - Get up, rally troops and get breakfast at Riviera. Go to the registration area with twiley and JJ, and it is the saem girl working.... she sees me and I just say it still doesn't fit, to which she blushes and says see you at the party then. (I wish I knew they were hiring models as draft facilitators cause I would have saved all of my charm for the girl working our table and her assets). Darin has covered the draft, his poop story, the ESPN party and the later events in good detail, though, he was only about 20 minutes behind leaving the late night club. Â Sunday - Wake up on 3 hours of sleep, and go meet everyone watching football. Watch the games, have dinner at Bellagio (thanks you again sky), head back to Hawthorne for a bit then Darin, Doug (slugfear) and I go to the Tropicana to play some poker. Darin has recounted his losing effort, but, to be fair, eve nthough I don't recal lwhat I had when I knocked him out for good, he only had a few bucks left at the time as it was a fellow at the far end of the table that did the big damage to him. THis time poker was very very good. We had a good mix of drunkards, a couple decent players that couldn't adjust their game to the drunkards (or didn't realize I was not a drunkard), we had a well endowed young lady that slugfear actually recognized from playing in San Diego area casinoes (she had a spectacular rack). And then there was the guy we nicknamed "New York". He was drinking, he was flashing his cards, and he was rebuying a lot. Anyway, slug and I leave the table sometime around 8 or 8:30am Monday morning. Nothing like an all-night poker session, especially when you leave it up a lot of cash. Â Side Note: I also had a very new experience at the poker table this session.. the casino had to buy chips off of me to give to other players.... mainly becasue they didnt want to have to unlock more to bring out to the table, so players would pull out their buy in and the dealer would have to give me the cash and get the chips from me. Â Monday - Following from above, get in the room about 8:30 and Darin is already packed and gone. So, I take a shower, and pack my stuff and go over to sky's room. I'm talking with Mike for a bit on the balcony and start dozing off. Finally he makes me go take a nap. I snooze for about 45 minutes before it is time to get up and start heading out. I am meeting my aunt and uncle for lunch at noon, so we say our goodbyes, and I mosey over to the MGM (steel went ot Hooters to get a drink or something before leaving at 2 for the airport) I have lunch at Wolfgang Pucks (awesome burger by the way), and decide to kill some time and make skylive proud. Â I hadn't done much gambling other than the poker, so I sit at a 3-card table. I take the first seat, which is sky's favorite, and on my 4th or 5th hand, I get a straight flush... bingo bango, quick $400. About 5 hands later, I get 3 of a kind... bingo bango, another $300. I play a bit longer until I get down to that $700 and decide to get up and go while ahead. At this point it is just before 2, so I call Steel to see if she has left for the airport and she has just gone to pick up her bags at the Hawthorne, so I say, heck, I'll come to the airport with you. Get to airport, hang out at Fox Sports bar until steel leaves, then get on my plane, fall asleep, we land an hour later and I went home. Â Of course, all the good fortune meant something bad had to happen.... on way to work, I got a flat tire. Well, with no jack, etc. in my car, I pull a Puddy and call AAA. Get flat fixed, sit in traffic and now here at work sifting through about 100 e-mails. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
twiley Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 After registering and tracking twiley down again (that boy can wander like no other), we decide to head over to Treasure Island so that even if twiley wanders away, at least we are close to where we are going to meet. On the walk to the cab line, a pretty young blond walks into an elevator and twiley does an about face and tries to get in with here. She too had a frightened look on her face as we are about to correct his course and get to the cab line. Â I blame it all on vodka. Well, that's the story I'm sticking to anyway. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
darin3 Posted September 12, 2006 Share Posted September 12, 2006 (edited) Sunday - Darin, Doug (slugfear) and I go to the Tropicana to play some poker. Darin has recounted his losing effort, but, to be fair, eve nthough I don't recal lwhat I had when I knocked him out for good, he only had a few bucks left at the time as it was a fellow at the far end of the table that did the big damage to him.  actually i had rebought for 40 after the big damage... i had pocket 8s on BB and flopped trips... pushed all-in with the board Kh 8c 4c... you had Kc 3? and you hit runner-runner clubs  edit: huh, maybe you just put me on the flush draw like i had that huge hand... sigh Edited September 12, 2006 by darin3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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