I don’t know if any of you have seen the movies that spoof real movies, but the charachters are peoples thumbs. I belive thumbwars, a star wars spoof was the first. Well, I’m watching the Blair Thumb Project, and this is hilarious!

Chick: “Let’s get back to the tent!!
Guy: “Yeah, the tent, we’ll be safe there, nothing can penetrate the…..nylon!?”

LOL

Started on Friday. Wendy, at my work, got married on Friday. GP, the owner of the company I work for, was going to the wedding. The problem is, he can’t drive at night. The wedding was at 4:30. He knew by the time they got out of the church, it would be dark. Now his son, Jim (the president of the company I work for) was going to the wedding also, but he couldn’t pick GP up. So I got to leave work early on Friday to drive GP to the church. Oh, did I mention that the church is right next door to my house? It worked out really well. So I got home early on Friday, and literally did nothing Friday night. I was invited to go out with some people from work, but I just felt like chillin at home. Kelly had a purse/tupperware/female chainletter party, so it was just Jasmine and myself. It was nice. I played my guitar, then lost about $250.00 to Clay on Pacific Poker. It was his money anyway.
Saturday, I went to my guitar lesson, then looked at electric guitars. I came home, talked to Kel about getting one, then ended up going back to get one. (see previous post) Kelly had Mimi’s bachelorette party. She ended up meeting with Mim’s and going to the mall for a trial makeup appointment. Trial makeup, something I never would have thought of. Chicks are wierd. Anyway, Kel’s Dad Ron and I went to Greektown Casino Saturday afternoon. We pretty much both lost our asses before we called it a day there. 3 card poker, and let it ride, and I think I won 4 hands. One flush at 3 card, then a bunch of shit. It was brutal. SO I bought us some Taco Bell on the way home, and we watched I-Spy. It’s a pretty good movie, I liked it. Ron left nad it was guitar and online poker till I crashed.

Sunday we were off to my Mom’s house in Port Huron. We hung out there for a while, hopped in the theraputic hotub for a few, and ended up leaving around 4ish. I say the theraputic hotub because they have two. One in the workout room, and one in a room just for it. Well, just for the hotub and the sauna. Doesn’t everyone have that shit?

We then stopped at my brothers house on the way home, to FINALLY give him his birthday present. We stayed there for a few, BS’d with Chris, played with Zoe, and finally came home. The plan: Chill out the rest of the night. Watch some PPV wrestling, play my guitar, then crash. That WAS the plan untill my Dad called me. He was having computer grief so I went over there to fix his shit up. I got it all working about 8:30 or so. Came home, and here I sit. Watching Summer Slam, dickin’ around on my laptop, and playing my guitar.

Have a great night.

I felt it was time to get an electric guitar. There are just certian sounds you don’t get out of an acoustic. Does this mean I’ll never play my acoustic again? Absolutely not. I love it. It just means that sometimes, when I want to wail, I’ll bust out the electric. I picked up a Samick. It’s not he best guitar in the world, but it’s not the worst either. I’m not about to spend 3 large on a guitar. What I did was play a bunch of guitars, and see which one felt the best. This was it. Plus, it’s damn pretty.
Anyway, heres a pic:

Pretty isn’t she?