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The 'G' Stands for Gehret
Nov. 5th, 2009
05:01 pm - Introversion Vs. Shyness
According to these tests, I am an introvert, which I probably didn't need an expensive test to figure out. Most people would agree with that assessment, and those same people would cite that it must be true because I can at times be quiet or shy. Both of which I am, but to a small degree. I prefer to think of myself as being "selectively proactive." And really, is "shy" a substitute word for "introvert?" I don't think so. So if being an introvert isn't the same as being shy, what is it exactly?
Well, it's complicated, as is most over-exposed psycho babble, but I think the best definition I've heard is as follows: Introverts are people who gain energy from within and expend energy in social situations, while extroverts gain energy from their surroundings, especially in social situations.
From all that I've experienced, this seems true. And if it is, it means that introverts are not necessarily shy, despite the stereotype. Rather, introverts can interact with people just fine, but it is taxes their energy level to do so. More taxing than it would be for an extrovert who might not feel taxed at all but instead envigorated and enthused. Meanwhile, those same extroverts though energized by social situations are depleted by situations in which they find themselves alone left only with their thoughts and solo activities. Introverts feel most normal and upbeat when alone, extroverts feel most normal and upbeat when with groups of people. Make sense? It does to me.
I've tried for years to claim that I am shy, but I'm always reminded (usually by Ashley) that I interact with others fine when put in a position to do so. I'm not the life of the party and I never will be, but I'm not (usually) a wall flower either. It feels less tiresome for me to blend somewhere into the middle. To be explaining it so casually makes it seem calculated, but my actions in social situations feel very natural. I do proactively avoid situations that I perceive will be most exhausting, but overall I can function like everyone else. However, it's not until I'm left to my own devices and free of groups of people that I feel like I'm fully in control.
I really don't know any other way to describe why introversion is not the same as shyness except to say that choices born of shyness seem to be out of fear and choices born of introversion seems to be out of honest preference. I think most people would agree that I attack social interactions without fear. I'm not completely devoid of shy, but I have no problem discussing any topic and no fear of being judged for what I say. At work I challenge opinions and interject my strange brand of humor whenever I can, even if I'm pretty sure nobody is going to get it. But if you asked me if I'd rather go to the club this weekend or play video games with 2 close friends at home, I'd choose the video games every time. If I say it's because clubs/dancing/bars are lame, people tend to think it's an excuse. On the contrary, those things just aren't my idea of fun. Some people meet their girlfriends in bars. That's great. I met mine on facebook, in a controlled environment, alone in my dorm because that seemed reasonable to me and efficient. I'd probably do it again, too. She's an extrovert and we match up just fine.
The way I usually describe myself in social situations these days is that I "just don't understand certain 'social rules' that others seem to be really good at." Even simple rules like when to say hello and when it's appropriate to joke about things. I've been called "unintentionally offensive," which is something I fought at first but that I've grown to understand. I am no good at calling people and staying in touch with people. I have no sense of whether or not I'm supposed to do those things.
Nov. 4th, 2009
05:39 pm - ISTP
The Myers-Briggs test is a psychomatic questionaire used to measure psychological preferences in how people perceive the world and make decisions. It is a lengthy test, as it covers a full gamit of personality-related questions, and as such is said to be somewhat accurate if not dead-on at describing a peron's "type." This being the case, employers seem to encourage their employees to take it as a means of "discovering themselves," which I guess can help to guide employees when deciding on a career path. I've taken it twice now, and both times I've been told that I'm an ISTP (Introversion, Sensing, Thinking, Perception).
I've done a bit of reading about what an ISTP is supposed to be like and I happen to agree to an almost embarassed degree with some of the assessments of my "type" as they relate to me personally.
I think I'll open up the ol' livejournal once again to talk about some of my thoughts and issues abotu being an ISTP. When I find time.
Chapter 1: Being an Introvert
Aug. 11th, 2009
12:48 am - Vacation (4-8)
I have traditionally hated flip flops and sandals to the point that I'll wear socks and sneakers to the beach. But in Ashley's attempt to switch me over to a flip flop wearer, she's succeeding. From Saturday to Wednesday I wore socks only once to try on my tux, but even that lasted for only 5 minutes or so. For the most part it's been nothing but bare feet or flip flops, beach or sleep. No wonder I'm damn near black skinned at this point about one week into vacation.
The latter part of week 1 was spent doing wedding-related things. Although the bride and groom both live down here, I didn't have a chance to see them until Wednesday night. The bridesmaids and bride were meeting for dinner at Bonefish Grill, so the groom and I dropped off our ladies and went out for a few drinks at a bar along Kings Highway in downtown Myrtle. I gathered from those few hours with him more details than about the wedding than I'd had in the past few months combined. Before that I just knew I needed to pick up my tux and show up. Now I knew what time, where to be, where to stand, which order, and all that jazz. After drinks we went back to Justin and Katie's apartment where we played Wii bowling out of boredom until we drove back an hour south to where we're staying.
Thursday was devoted mostly to wedding related activity. I was in charge of driving Ashley's dad and brother and another groomsman to Myrtle Formal Wear to pick up our tuxedos. This turned out to be a two hour ordeal spent sitting in traffic. The day was luckily salvaged by fantastic weather and the beach until it was time to cart our asses to the wedding rehearsal.
The rehearsal seemed unnecessary to me because we didn't learn anything that any normal person couldn't learn 5 minutes before a wedding. Stand here, be here, walk there, and so forth. Maybe I just pay a little too much attention to detail, but the rehearsal would have been much more useful if I could have learned at which specific interval and speed to walk or which direction to turn and look during the nuptials so that we didn't have to learn it on the fly. It really wasn't a big deal though, and the wedding would eventually go spectacularly.
After rehearsal, the key players of said rehearsal were invited back to the mansion where all 20+ people including bridesmaids, groomsmen, bride, groom, and parents were treated to dinner served by Chris, his wife Cindy, and their friend which was awfully nice of them. Chris was even wearing a tuxedo shirt and bow tie on top of shorts and sandals, which I thought was a nice touch.
The next night was the wedding, which, as I said, went perfectly.
Aug. 7th, 2009
10:09 am - Vacation
Vacation will resume after all wedding related activity is over.
Aug. 5th, 2009
01:56 pm - Vacation 4
Normally Ashley is the kind of beach bum you have to drag kicking and screaming from the her book or the ocean. Today she found every excuse not to go to the beach. Her sunburned front side needed some time to cool off so she doesn't look ridiculous in her bridesmaids dress this Friday at her brother's wedding. I suppose that makes some sort of sense so I spared her any complaint I may have had. I love the beach too but I'm not nearly as attached to it as some people can be. Instead we spent the morning doing our due diligence to contribute something to the house. So we found the nearest Food Lion--the south's version of an Acme--and bought 3 cases of Corona and some limes. Contribution made!
Back at the house later in the afternoon I convinced Ash to take a golf cart ride with me around the colony. I wanted to see the golf club that her brother would be getting married at, and maybe a few alligators along the way. We saw both! Here is the one alligator we passed, just kind of chilling in the grass alongside a lake. The alligators around here don't really seem to pose a threat to humans, so long as they aren't taunted. This sign says as much, anyway. Still I wish the cart we were driving had a motor instead of electric in case we needed to escape a sticky situation. Also, as the driver I was a little upset when other golf carts were passing us. I took that photo just before being stung by a bee. I think it was karma for trying to drive while holding a drink and taking pictures at the same time. Yes, I was drinking and golf carting, which I'm sure is illegal. Rebellion!
For dinner there were baked potatoes and pork chops. Chris said grace as we all held hands with our neighbors. I forgot that they do that here, since it had been a long while since I'd been here or since I'd been at a table of someone who still held high the institution of grace saying. I like that sort of thing, in moderation of course. I only hope nobody noticed when I almost started to laugh. I thought grace was over, but it was a sort of marathon grace, and my own ineptitude made me lose my cool for a second, but I recovered.
At night we met up again with Ashley's friends from back home only this time they came to stay the night with us. We made good use of those Corona's we'd purchased earlier in the day and played a game called Sequence that I liked a lot.
Aug. 4th, 2009
07:10 pm - Vacation 3
Monday was uneventful in the best possible way. We woke up early enough to have breakfast and then be at the beach by around 1030am. We acted so fast that I had to bring my coffee to the beach with me. After that we just sort of lost track of time. Ashley, now on her 3rd book since we've been here, spent plenty of time reading and tanning, and I did the same with Vonnegut's Timequake. I also spent a lot of time swimming solo in the warm ocean. Ash came out for a little bit, but she swears the water is cold. I say if she thinks this is cold she's never been in a warm ocean. We might have stayed on the beach all day if it weren't for the daily thunderstorm that seems to swoop in at around 330 every day and then vanish after only 20 minutes or so leaving sunny skies and absolutely no trace that it was raining. This same type of weather pattern happened every day in Jamaica last year, too. There they called it their "rainy" season. I say if 20 minutes of hard rain every day is your rainy season that ain't bad.
It turned out to be the best idea to get off the beach once the rains came because our bodies are currently telling us that we spent too much time in the sun with too much tanning oil and not enough SPFs. Here's what my back looks like right now. Ashley's burn will present itself in future pictures.
Music: I love reading and listening to music at the same, but the music can't be the brainless music I normally listen to unless it's an album I've never heard before. It has to have lyrics that make me think or be new. My favorite beach album of all time is The White Stripes' Icky Thump. Here's what I listened to today:
The Shins - Oh, Inverted World
The Shins - Chutes Too Narrow
Taking Back Sunday - New Again (new)
Midtown - Living Well is the Best Revenge
After showering we decided that we'd hang out with some college friends who happen to be vacationing north of where we are in Myrtle Beach. The drive is about an hour, but the scenery along the way is interesting enough to help pass the time. Apparently there's a Planet Hollywood in Myrtle Beach. And here's a crab named Tommy at a place called The Giant Crab. Our destination, however, was a place called Barefoot Landing which is a sort of outdoor mall on a lake in North Myrtle. In Barefoot there are various water bridges that shake back and forth in the water which you have to use to get to some key points of interest. On this night our key point of interest was a restaurant called Dick's Last Resort. At Dick's, the help are encouraged to be assholes and talk down to the customers. It's also customary that every patron gets a phallic hat that says something dirty on it. Here is a picture of Ashley and I in our hats. Damn, she's red. Here's the whole group minus the photo taker. Now without the hats. The food at Dick's is awful, by the way. I got something called the "Steak and Shrimps."
Afterwards we hung around Barefoot long enough to see a juggling street performer from England and take a photo with this ugly stilted pirate. Later we rendezvoud at our friends' Myrtle Beach hotel where we hung out on the beach.
Driving back to Debordieu on Route 17 Business I noticed that there were an abundance of stores hawking beach crap that were open until midnight or later. They all look the same, but they have different names. Here's Eagles, another Eagles, Pacific, and Wings. There's also Whales and Waves. It just seems a little much for how small a city Myrtle is, but I guess you can never undersestimate how much people need henna at 11pm.
Aug. 3rd, 2009
04:21 pm - Vacation 2
I’m happy to report that sleep finally happened at around 10pm on our first night in SC. We then proceeded to stay asleep for 11 hours too, which was something we sorely needed. And when we woke up Ashley’s grandmom already had some bowls set out for cereal and various fruits cut up for breakfast. After eating we waited for Ashley’s uncle to give us the okay to go this his house by the beach, which is where we’ll stay for the next 11 days. Ashley spent this hour or so of downtime stuck inside a book that she refused to put down, while I used my time much less productively playing Baseball Stars, a game for the original Nintendo Entertainment System. I’ll have to talk more about that later.
Eventually it was time to go, so we said goodbye to grandma and headed over to Debordieu, SC, where we’d vacationed before but where in the time since my last visit Ashley’s uncle has built this palatial estate on this lake juxtaposed to the beach. More pictures of the lake will find their way here once I spot one of the many alligators who inhabit it. For now I've just tried to capture the enormity of this place, but I've failed miserably, so I'll say this in hopes that it helps draw a picture better than my photo: It has an elevator. And take a look at this view of the front entrance hallway. That's 7 bedrooms in that hallway alone. Ashley and are were assigned this room at the end of the left side of the hallway, the only room in the house with two single beds. I get the hint. But the joke's on Uncle Chris because this room has its own amazing bathroom with one of those cool sliding door showers. What's that? Every bedroom has its own bathroom with a shower? Damn.
Two things were missing once we arrived at Uncle Chris’ house: the sun and the internet. We could live without the internet, for sure, especially on vacation. (her uncle couldn’t, so he called the cable company pronto. He’s important.) The sun, however, is a key element of vacation, right? It didn’t matter anyway. One thing Ash and I knew we would have to do before this truly felt like a vacation was help cleaning the enormous house. Although there is a wedding later in the week that will bring more guests, for now it’s only Ashley and I here with her Uncle Chris, so the onus of house cleaning falls squarely on our shoulders. It’s only right, I suppose. As the youngest visitors there will be a lot given to us for free over the next week and a half, luxurious lodgings being only the slightest of those “free” things. So you can bet I did those chores with a smile on my face, and, thanks to Uncle Chris, a beer in my hand. This was starting to feel more like vacation. My main job, as you can see here, was to power wash. I washed all three of their decks along with the deck furniture and finally about 20 or so beach chairs. Ashley later admitted she was jealous that I got to use a power washer while she was stuck with a broom and a wash cloth. Here she is wearing her best Tim Killeen costume and cleaning Uncle Chris' golf cart. Everyone in Debordieu drives a golf cart. His is decorated with stickers heralding the Detroit Pistons, as he's from Michigan. I believe he's worked for GM in some capacity though I'm not really sure and I'm not going to ask. If it's true, I'll bet he can't be happier to be retired.
After earning our keep we sat down to a steak dinner with Chris, which was awfully nice of him. Later the rain caused us to have to cancel our mini-golfing plans that we'd made with the bride and groom who reside down here. In lieu of that we chose to drink more beer and play Left 4 Dead on the Xbox I couldn't resist bringing until eventually Ashley's parents arrived. Then it was time for bed as we were still trying to trick our bodies back into a normal sleeping pattern. It must have worked.
Aug. 1st, 2009
08:37 pm - Vacation 1
It's 8:37pm and I'm exhausted. I haven't slept in approximately 36 hours, but I'm on vacation and I'm alive. Instead of getting a nice sleep in before hitting the road, I opted to watch Cliff Lee pitch his first game as a Phillie and then hop in the car for an 11 hour drive. I did try to sleep, but I never do well in pressure sleep situations and Cliff was just having such a great game. Luckily, Ashley was up and full of energy so she was the first to take the wheel. Here's what she looked like excited to drive at about 1am. Now here's me, less than enthused to not be asleep and knowing I won't be asleep anytime soon. I checked the odometer, which read 68,682 before we left, and then filled up my gas tank in Marlton, NJ for this price. I snapped that photo so I could compare gas prices as we traveled the coast.
The road to South Carolina, as you might imagine, is mostly a straight shot down I-95. There are a few twists and turns to help avoid DC traffic, but for the most part it's 95 South for 10 hours or so followed by some South Carolina state highways designed to dump you from 95 to the Myrtle Beach area we were headed to. Though the trip is quite easy to make, we were assisted by a borrowed GPS unit that I nicknamed "Navi." Ashley thought that was cute but only because she had no idea I was refrencing the character from Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. The GPS sat on my lap and told me where to drive, even when the next direction was to "stay on the road you're on for 20 miles." It's an interesting technology, these GPS things. I found it very useful, but only in areas away from 95, and I can't imagine ever needing one for an occasion other than vacation.
I found my first "wind" about an hour and a half into the trip. I reminded myself that I was on vacation and that this all nighter I was pulling was just part of earning my vacation. The enthusiasm was short lived. After stopping for more gas in Warrenton, VA at around 4am it was my turn to drive. I popped open one of the several Starbucks mocha frappaccino's we had stored in a back seat cooler and began my shift. It was an odd time to be driving. For one I had been awake for more than 24 hours at this point, but also the sun was just starting to peak out over the horizon about an hour or so into my shift. I don't know if youv'e ever driven at that time of day, but something about the sky's color just before sun up is a catalyst for falling asleep at the wheel. Not that I actually fell asleep at the wheel, but I found myself really having to fight hard to stay focused. On top of the sky being hypnotic, Virginia is perhaps the longest most boring state to drive through. So by the time I reached North Carolina, I took a nice rest stop and splashed hot water in my face for a good five minutes. That seemed to do the trick to initiate my 2nd wind, now about 6 hours into the trip. But it wouldn't last for long.
During my first driving shift Ashley seemed to be fairing quite nicely on her side of the car. She had a blanket and pillow and seemed to be relaxed and asleep. She says she wasn't asleep, but I was jealous anyway. At around 8am we exited to Fayetteville, NC where we'd switch positions and fill up the tank for the final time and for a bit more money. To my surprise, though, fueling our trip only cost about $75 in gas we actually burned. Then we decided it was time to eat something other than Cheese-Its, Werthers Originals, and pistachios. Ashley wondered seriously about whether or not this Burger King sold breakfast food. We ate there despite my earlier whining about previous years where we'd eaten shit food (Denny's) on our way to SC because it never agreed with my stomach. By the way, a huge plus to driving yourself on a road trip is that you get to pick when you go to the bathroom.
After breakfast, Ashley made the executive decision that there would be no more stops. Though Navi had previously calculated that we'd arrive at our destination at 12:13pm, we became determined to beat that time by an hour. This meant Ashley would end up driving much more time than I had, but she was fine with that and so was I. To pass the time and stay focused and alert we played a game I had played before from the back seat of her parents car. Ashley calls the game "Border," because the only rule is to be the first player to shout "Border" every time they spot an upcoming South of the Border billboard. Believe when I say there are over 50 of those billboards along I-95 S in North Carolina, so the game can take up a pretty good chunk of time. It was all we could do to keep alert at 8 am, having now been awake for 24+ hours. The billboards are interesting. They all invoke the fictional character Pedro , and a lot of the signs seem decidely phallic, some moreso than others. They are even placed in such a way that seems intentionally for the purpose of our game, as many of them are hidden behind vegetation and pop out of nowhere as you drive right next to it.
Edit: I feel kind of stupid to find out now that wikipedia already has a gallery of the billboards, so check that out here.
Anyway, South of the Border is just a heavily advertised shitty looking rest stop at the border of South Carolina. It's famous for its fireworks, but there's also a motor inn, adult gift shop, and apparently The World's #1 Miniature Golf, which is highly doubtful for a place that looks like this. And what the hell is Video Power? Okay, I know my camera is bottom of the barrel, but that was not a K.
We were finally in South Carolina, and we have the sign that proves it. Kind of unfortunate that it still lists the governor's name, right? Just a bit more driving and we finally arrived at our destination, which for just tonight happened to be Ashley's grandmother's house, which happens to be quite beautiful. I checked the odometer, which now said 69,324, or 642 miles and by far the longest trip my Trailblazer has ever been on. Ashley's grandma's place is just our temporary, one-night lodging. Tomorrow we'll be moving into her uncle's house which is by the beach and looks more like these houses, or maybe these. Since we were in SC by 11am, we felt that even though we were tired we would find time to get to the beach, so we did. I slept and then spent an hour getting beat up by the ocean while Ashley read. At night her grandma took us to dinner at a nice mexican restaurant. After that we played a game of Scrabble and both got throttled by her more experienced grandma, after which I sat down to write this entry. I'll be in bed and asleep by 10pm on my first night of vacation.
Jul. 31st, 2009
05:32 pm - Vacation
Now that I'm grown and make payments on bills with grown up cash I receive for doing a grown up job, I try to go on vacation once in a while, and even pay for it myself. Last year I went to Jamaica and it was fantastic. I wrote about it, but since it costs about a billion dollars to use the internet in Jamaica, my shitty notes never made their way into livejournal post format and I lost interest in even trying. I did, however, write a fantastic review for TripAdvisor.com in which I defended quite vigorously the Breezes all expenses paid Jamaican resort after reading some scathing reviews written by who I can only assume were several of the least fun people to hang around with on Earth. The point is, I wrote something, because it seems I'm helpless to not write something whenever I do something I go somewhere out of the ordinary.
This year I'm not going anywhere out of the ordinary. Not for me, anyway, but still somewhere I hope is worthy of livejournal posts. I'm going to South Carolina, a state I've vacationed in exactly 3 times before. The only difference is that this time I'm driving. And taking pictures! And hopefully those pictures will be of interesting things I find along the way, not just pictures of me and Ashley on the beach or something. There will be plenty of those, but I won't use this space for them. Those will likely be on facebook. Right now I'm still in Secane, but I've learned this week some very important lessons about taking a road trip in my own car. I've probably spent about half of my vacation budget already on doing repairs to the Trailblazer to make sure it was ready for an 11 hour ride. So we're leaving sometime tonight, in the middle of the night. The plan is to sleep for a few hours and be on the road by 3am or so and on the beach around 4pm or 5pm tomorrow. That will be followed by 13 days of sun and relaxation with a wedding somewhere in between in which Ashley and I are both a member of the bride and groom's respective parties.
The point, of course, is that I intend to write about the trip. I'll try to be less wordy than normal, instead letting the pictures do the legwork. I hope it's enjoyable. It will be for me.
Jul. 24th, 2009
05:16 pm - Friday Music 2
Here are the songs I heard while driving to work this morning. My iPod was on shuffle, and I skipped nothing.
1. Beatles - Ballad of John and Yoko (US Version)
Before the song came on I saw the title, saw Yoko's name and thought "nothing good can come of this." I smartly left it on and realized I knew the song but that my knowledge of song titles is severely lacking. It's definitely more of a folksy-type song, and I imagined John singing this with his long hippie beard, shoeless, and one of those amish hats he started wearing during that phase. The lyrics are pretty obviously about his relationship with Yoko and the criticism of it. I love that he uses the word "Christ" before "you know it's not easy." I'm not sure if this version is any different than the UK release, but my iPod insists on telling me it's the US release. I thought for a second that maybe "Christ" didn't make the cut in the UK since the song would still technically flow the same way without it. I'll look into it.
2.The Hush Sound - Weeping Willow
As soon as this came on I immediately grinned like the goofiest bastard ever. I haven't listened to the Hush Sound since junior year of college and this song is a great one. It's a poppy piano rock with a girl singer who owns the most wonderful singing voice. In fact, I need to include this song here. Hopefully it makes someone else as happy as it made me.
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3. White Stripes - I'm Slowly Turning Into You
I'm still convinced there isn't any cooler musician than Jack White. This song is from the Icky Thump album, which I grew very attached to during my last vacation to SC two years ago. When it came on this morning I immediately wished it was next Friday when I'll make my triumphant return to the beaches of SC and listen to this again while I read.
4. Less Than Jake - Kehoe
One of my best friends of all time, Sam, introduced me to Less Than Jake on the bus ride home from school in 10th grade. He insisted I listed to the song Shindo from Losing Streak, and immediately I knew there was a world of music I was really missing out on. Since then Less Than Jake has become part of pantheon of favorite bands, and Kehoe was the first song I ever made my own without needing a push from Sam.
Faded stickers and crumpled flyers
They've become the reminder
That there's an anthem in us that fits
The flag we've flown for years
I remember directly stealing this idea of a "flag we've flown" for a couple of "songs" I was writing in college. Ever since I first heard Kehoe I've been fascinated by that word choice.
5. The Beatles - I Should Have Known Better
I was glad to hear a little old-school Beatles to offset the depressing version of Ballad of John and Yoko.
6. MxPx - Suburban Home
This is a Descendents cover fromt he recent cover album On the Cover II, which is a sequel. This song is unique because it starts with the MxPx lead singer saying "I wanna be Milo and Stephen, I wanna be Karl and Bill" like he's reciting a line from a movie or recreating spoken words from a Descendents song. However, I haven't been able to find any evidence of that. He's just saying he wants to be those guys...who happen to be the members of the Descendents, but it's weird anyway.
7. Sum 41 - THT
I wasn't in the mood for old Sum 41, but this track was only 45 seconds or so.
8. The Clash - English Civil War
I just recently got the Give 'Em Enough Rope album, so this was my first time hearing this song, and it's awesome! It plays to the tune of Ants Go Marching, which I thought was pretty unique. I'm not sure I've ever heard a Clash song I didn't like.
Jul. 19th, 2009
01:07 am
the outside of larry flynts hustler club might as well be D-Day
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Jul. 18th, 2009
11:39 pm
Handling the Larry Flynt club like a pro.
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10:20 pm
Stopped at a nice bar called Todd Conners with an outdoor deck. Right up my alley. They have a drink called Todd Conner's Bar Fight, a car bomb followed right away by a jager bomb. Im sure we will be doing that next.
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09:53 pm
Best crab cake sandwich I've ever had.
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09:20 pm
No more titles as Im sure I've already lost count. Shuckers is a decent seafood restaurant in Fells Point. Im sharing cams casino with the groom.
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08:29 pm - Bachelor Party 7
Apparently its anime costume weekend in Baltimore. Must be aconvention or something.
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08:17 pm - Bachelor Party 5
A shot of patron and a kuba kuba later were finally off to dinner. unfortunately they convinced me to wear ashleys dad'sw polo even though I was hoping to wear a t shirt.
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07:56 pm - Bachelor Party 5
Apparently its story time. Still drinkin in the hotel room, each of us telling stories. I told about the time in college I got arrested.
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