Thursday, September 20, 2001

Marc

I'll be damned if I'm going to let Bob or Matt beat me at another game of darts again. Three games in a row is bad enough, certainly, but does the humiliation need to continue? Hell no! Revenge! Tonight I will have my revenge!

Got coerced into heading out to the bar last night, when I still had boatloads of work to do. How dare I be so lazy? Watched some god awful karoake (hitting a low point when some dude did "Casey Jones" or something like that ... by the Grateful Dead ... the one where he goes "Driving that train/high on cocaine/blah blah blah ... I hate that song). Normal bars don't have much to offer. Saw something like three or four people do Frank Sinatra, one guy so cross-eyed he called him "Blue-ola" instead of "Ol' Blue Eyes". Weird.