It’s hard to believe that it’s been 6 years since 19 psycho-paths murdered nearly 3,000 innocent people from all walks of life on American soil. Without a doubt the biggest world event of my life. As much as our government has done to prevent such a catastrophe from happening again, I have to say that I don’t take comfort in the fact that we still haven’t killed Osama Bin Laden. And it pisses me off every time I hear about another American losing their life in that hell hole known as Iraq. However, I do take comfort that the 19 ass-clowns that hijacked those planes are now hanging out with the likes of Jeffrey Dahmer and Hitler. And I do take comfort knowing that our brave men and women in uniform are out there fighting for our rights to be free. I have nothing but respect for those that wear the uniform. I just want their safe return as much as I want them to kill those motherf@#%kers!
September 11, 2001 will forever be one of those days in life that you will always remember where you were and what you were doing when you first got word of the horrifying events that were going down. I remember being in class and my buddy Jay calling me and asking me if I heard that some idiot flew a plane into the World Trade Center. I was thinking a small Cessna took a wrong turn. Damn was I off.
So I would like to say now that those who lost their lives that day (with the exception of the 19 pieces of shit that did this) that from a personal note I will never forget. And I will always be thankful to the brave passengers on Flight 93 that fought back against those assholes and potentially saved innocent lives. Frankly, that’s what being an American is all about. The chips were down and those passengers knew they were going to die, but that didn’t stop them from doing the right thing. That my friends is the American spirit. God bless them.
-Dave Q.
Ok. I had a great weekend, with a little bit of weirdness.
Chase and Yvette’s wedding went off without a hitch, but if you ask them they may disagree. In the eyes of a spectator, it went off without a hitch. How’s that? Anyway, the rehearsal dinner was prepared by a gentleman who has been on Food Network. How many couples can claim that about their rehearsal dinner? I wish I could remember his name. Wow, that dude could cook. I almost overdosed on jumbalaya it was so damn good.
The ceremony was perfect. It was in a beautiful church. I would try to describe it but I wouldn’t do it justice, so trust me when I say it was one of the nicest I’ve ever been in. The reception was held in a hall that was actually used in filming the movie “Ray” with Jamie Foxx. That was a pretty cool tidbit. Maybe now I will watch that movie if only to see if I can spot where I was in line for beer.
So here’s where things got odd for me, if not just a little unexpected. Saturday, September 1st was the day of the wedding. It is also Yvette’s birthday. What does this mean? Well, for starters it means I will have a funeral to attend if Chase ever forgets the mammoth significance, but it also means that it is Labor Day Weekend in New Orleans. And that means it’s time for Southern Decadence, one of the biggest homosexual festivals in the country. Think of it as a gay Mardis Gras. Anyway, I saw some stuff that I never wanted to see. I don’t want to get into details, but some of the stuff I saw was just freakin’ weird. Yikes. But those guys seemed to be having a great time. And that’s what counts, right?
Anyway, that was pretty much the weekend. But dig this: On the flight from San Antonio I saw Vernita, a girl that works at the same company I do. And then on the flight back from New Orleans, working as a flight attendant was Farah, a girl I graduated high school with! And then on Bourbon St. I saw another guy I work with named Ruben. Small world.
So I had fun, some some stuff that will require time in thereapy, and now I’m back. It’s good to be back. Except for the work part.
-Dave Q.
So I’m in New Orleans for my buddy Chase’s wedding. Here’s the odd thing about this, Chase is already married. You see, Chase’s wife Yvette is from New Orleans, and their plan was to get married here 2 years ago, but due to a major event, they had to postpone the ceremony and get married by a judge. If you do the math, I’m sure you can figure out what devastating natural disaster hit this city 2 years ago.
I have seen certain areas that are still in the rebuilding process. But the French Quarter and Bourbon Street look just as unsanitary as they did when I was here 3 years ago. So I guess things are progressing nicely. The gambling at Harrah’s seems to be just fine. At least they haven’t forgotten how to take my money.
I did have a bit of bad luck. When I arrived to my hotel they told me that they moved me because they had a sprinkler malfunction and about 30 rooms got flooded. Nice. So I’m in a different hotel than I expected. And I’m not happy about it. At least they have free wireless.
Anyway, I’m heading out. I’m going to get a bite to eat and to meet up for the rehearsal. And then the rehearsal dinner. And then I have to get Chase plastered. We all have our burdens.
-Dave Q.
In case you haven’t seen this, here is Lauren Caitlin Upton, Miss South Carolina Teen USA. And here she is answering a question. This is just hard to watch.
The exchange went a little something like this:
Question: “Recent polls have shown 1/5 of Americans can’t locate the U.S. on a world map, why do you think that is?”
Miss South Carolina: “I personally believe that U.S. Americans are unable to do so because, uhmmm, some people out there in our nation don’t have maps and uh, I believe that our, I, education like such as, uh, South Africa, and uh, the Iraq, everywhere like such as, and I believe that they should, uhhh, our education over here in the U.S. should help the U.S., uh, should help South Africa, it should help the Iraq and the Asian countries so we will be able to build up our future, for us.”
Huh? Ok. Obviously this girl got caught off guard. And as much as I cringe when I see this video, it’s obviously not the end of the world for her. Put it this way, I know her name, but I don’t know the name of the actual winner. Funny how that works, huh? She will probaby benefit financially in the end. Plus she looks good in a bkini. So I don’t feel sorry for her. In fact, I thank her. 
And of course you knew there would be some mocking of Miss Teen South Carolina. Could have been funnier, but I guess this was the best someone could do.
By the way, how does Mario Lopez keep getting these gigs? Or at least it seems like he’s done this stuff before. Wasn’t he up to replace Bob Barker on the “Price is Right”? Someone clearly sold their soul to Satan.
-Dave Q.
I am the only person on the planet that would end up missing my own Fantasy Football draft. All that damn planning and I overslept.
I’m going to go ahead and ram my head into a wall a few times. Excuse me…
-Dave Q.
So I played softball last night. And we got our asses stomped. You see, this particular team I play on, made up mostly of high school coaches, has a lot of heart. Talent, on the other hand, is not so plentiful. So after two innings bitch-slapped 19-2. Seriously. You’d think they would invoke some kind of mercy rule, but we weren’t that lucky.
Anyway, during the last half of the inning, where the opposing team scored the bulk of their runs, and for what seemed to me to take an eternity as a camped out in left field, the batter popped the ball up between me and the shortstop. As I’m running in, and our shortstop, Jaime, is running out, I hear one of the guys on the opposing team yelling “I got it! I got it!”, in an effort to distract us. Well, for starters, neither one of us were going to reach the ball. It’s not like either of us got under it and were just waiting for the ball to fall in our glove. But seriously. They were up 19-2 and some douchebag on the other team was yelling “I got it”? WTF? What kind of guy does that? Probably the same kind of guy that would have dressed up like a woman to get off the Titanic.
That to me is the definition of “Bush League”. When you do piddly little things like that to show your lack of sportsmanship, you are definitely the kind of person that will slide into second base with your spikes in the air to make sure the GIRL can’t complete the double play. Not caring if they injure her, of course. To make matters worse, the league we play in is a rec league. A “beer” league, if you will. Not competitive in the least bit.
No doubt the jackass that yelled that used to beat up 2nd graders when he was in 5th grade. Because he obvously can’t play with the big boys. Loser.
But we definitely played like 2nd graders. No defending that. Final score was 22-9.
-Dave Q.
My nephew turns 9 years old on Saturday. So since the contents of this blog are mostly inappropriate for kids, I can safely assume he’ll never read this. So with that being said, he will be receiving a birthday card from me any time now with a Best Buy gift card. Kids these days know what they want. And if I were a kid, I know whatever I would want could be found at Best Buy. I’m betting on a video game, personally.
Can you imagine growing up today? With all the technology around you? No wonder why my niece and nephew are so damn smart. And I’m not just saying that because they are family. I don’t interact with a lot of children, but the ones I do interact with know so much more than I would ever expect. They are exposed to technology from every direction. How can they not be smart?
So Happy Birthday Matthew. Number 9 on my count. I hope you have a great one. Make sure you milk it as long as possible! And thanks again for doing my taxes this year. Smart kid, I tell ya.
-Dave Q.
SuperBad comes out this weekend. For those of you that have been living under a rock, it’s another comedy from director Judd Apatow, whose movie credits include The 40-Year-Old Virgin and Knocked Up. Considering how good those movies were and how good the trailers have been for SuperBad, let’s just say the bar is being set pretty high. I have high hopes here, Apatow! Don’t let me down!
So I hope to be checking out SuperBad this weekend. I also hope to catch up on some sleep. And mow the lawn. But with the recent insane rainfall around here, I will gladly fill in the time I would normally spend mowing the yard with… more sleeping.
The trailers from this movie have been so damn funny that they have forced me to change my screen name on Call of Duty to “McLovin”. So when I kill someone on there, it says they were killed by McLovin. Ha! And if they knew how much I sucked at Call of Duty, can you imagine how pissed they would be? I can hear them now. “Some crappy ass player named McLovin has his moments. He sucks. But he does have his moments”
-Dave Q.
