B365V2.79 - Court-side

I guess I should tell you all how today went, given I have left strings dangling.  I was right to suspect that my appearance at the hearing today was completely unnecessary, but not for the reason you may think.  First it was a preliminary hearing, which is basically the process to determine if a person can be held over to the big court.  That would be all fine and dandy if our case was to be held over for the big court, but our defendant couldn't even pass the psych evaluation to get through a preliminary hearing, so it was postponed.  Things moved at postal speed as I sat there for two hours to learn this piece of news.

So I wasted most of my morning sitting through everyone else's preliminary hearings only to get to mine, which didn't happen.  On the plus side the bailiff was kinda cute.  Dirty blond hair and a nice body, or as nice as a police uniform will show the average male eye, and she was wearing ye olde handcuffs, which are hot to me for some unknown reason.  We got to talk briefly after it was determined that the hearing I was there for was postponed,  her smile was magnetic, so I did what I always do in such situations, nothing.  I have a reputation to maintain after all.  I can't be making my cool like moves on females, simply because I have none.  Some guys have all kind of cool game, I have parcheesi when it comes to women.  Game that is all kinds of non cool.  I would say Stop Thief, but that game was cool, but you just never played it, did you?

Other than that the day was uneventful, save for Erin confirming our get together on Friday.  I hope nothing I wrote made her confirm for Friday, though I do recall saying that I will believe things when they happen, but that is just life philosophy talking.  If anyone were to ask Sammy the first couple of things I taught him working in the basement, they would be 1) Every day is a day closer to my last day. & 2) Expect nothing and you will never be disappointed.    So chances are you will never see me typing about something I am expecting to happen.

Anyway, after wasting most of my morning and scrambling to get my work done the rest of the day, I was more than content to just go home and drown my sorrows in a beer at Uncle Jimmy's.  Except when I got there they were closed.  For some unknown reason they didn't open until 7 pm last night, usually they are open by 3.   So I was left to stew in my apartment for a few hours, I was contemplating not going out at all, but Jimmy's is like my living room, so I threw on some clothes and went out, though hardly in the mind of going out to enjoy myself.  More just going out for the sake of going out.   So I went and had a few beer and spent more money in the poker machines than a responsible person should.  Finally I got up, and deemed I was hungry.  Now there are a handful of restaurants within walking distance of ye olde apartment, I decided on Papa D's.  The last time I was there was the crazy Canadians first visit to Pittsburgh, which probably explains why I never went back.  The place used to be a Fox's Pizza, then they turned into Papa Da Vinci, which was a local pizza shop with some really good food, then they added a bar and renamed the place to what it is today.  For you Peabody and Sherman types who want to go into the Wayback Machine, before it was Fox's it was one of those happy ending massage parlors.  Just thought you should know, and knowing is half the battle ( GI Joe! ).

So I make my way to Papa D's, thinking I will get something to go off the menu and have a beer while I wait for my food.  I ordered their rancher burger and fries and am sitting there drinking a Miller Lite, when a group of people came in.  It looked like they had been partying before they arrived, I just sat in my seat waiting for my food.  Then somehow I got swept up in their revelry.  I think they ordered to many drinks or something because they wanted me to do a shot with them.  Okay, fine I have played this drinking game before and even if I was having my 6 th beer of the night while waiting on food, I wasn't having my man card revoked for passing on a free shot.  Boom and down it goes.  Turns out the party that came is was staying at the Best Western right down the street and we're here as part of a sheriff's convention taking place downtown.  They were all cops from North and South Dakota.  I started talking to the one who looked like he was leading this band of mouseketeers, Tony, and he gave me a pin from their group.  It was kind of like the NASC conferences I went to in high school, where you would go around collecting pins and buttons from people all over the United States, except I had nothing to offer for the South Dakota pin.  Wait, yes I did.  I bought another round of shots for everyone, which got me a North Dakota pin as well and made Tony's job of keeping these people rounded up and in one cohesive group that much harder.

By now my food has come out, and they didn't make it to go.  Not that I wanted to go anyway, the night finally got interesting.  I sat there for a while talking to Tony, he asked what I do and I think he misheard me when I said I work at a newsstand.  He must have thought I said in news or something because he was like, "that's cool, you work in media".  Not for 5 1/2 years my good man.  The round of shots got me another pin though, this one for South Dakota.  Tony started flipping through his phone, showing some of the disguises he would where while working undercover during drug busts.  Who knew there was a drug problem in the Dakotas?  Not me, that's for sure.   Anyway I stuck around for a while, there was another round of shots.  I was nine beers and three shots in when I cried Uncle for the evening.  Truth be told I haven't been sleeping well for the better part of a week now, alcohol is like taking sleeping pills for me in such situations.  I made it home and before long I was out like a light.

Which was good because I woke up on time time today, made my way downtown and stopped at Crazy Mocha for a large coffee before meandering my way into work.  I was there maybe an hour or so before Ed came in, I bought him a coffee yesterday from CM and in turn he bought me one today.  Caffeine, it is in me.  I was all kinds of bouncing off the walls, shaking off the effects of last night's drinking, still giddy from all of the fun I had.  Ed starts telling me a story about how he flirted with a girl at the casino the other night, he gave her his number and she texted him once.  Me, being my most evil, said if she texts you again you should start sexting with her.  He had no clue as to what I was talking about, so I had to explain the concept to him. Sure enough, later in the day she sent him another message.  And there is me saying "ask her what she is wearing right now?"  If she answers type in "that's hawt!!!"  This could be as much fun as the off air stories Doug Hoerth used to tell me about his early computer days.  Kids, you don't know how much of a show took place when the mikes were off.

As I am sitting here tonight, lots of well dressed, sexy looking women are filing into the William Penn.  Don't know what type of shindig is taking place, just know there is lots of eye candy for me while I sit here in my shorts and Monster golf shirt.  Black seems to be the preferred color of gown this evening.  Holy hell, I could be Joan Rivers working the red carpet here.  Just don't give me a no talent hack like her daughter to work with and I will be fine.

I have seen on fashion faux paus this evening, a gentleman wearing what looking to be a tux with running shoes.  Of all of the times I have been in a tux, I have never made that mistake.

Just saw an old friend, Art, who works at the William Penn. We talked MPQ and Pirates baseball.  I should have asked what was happening inside tonight, since everyone is so dressed up.  I can't even remember the last time I got dressed up, I think it was last summer when I went out for a job interview.  I save the dressing up for grown ups, which I do not consider myself one.  Anyone accuses me of being one I will deny it. You have a better chance of getting Obama to admit to being a secret Muslim than of getting me to admit I am an adult.

Anyway, the iPad's battery is draining away here, down to 44 % so I should put my shoes back on and go home for the night.  Toodles.