Great weekend

Saturday morning, I went and took my money out of Compass Bank, and don't worry I'll be leaving a few pennies for future consideration. I thought about opening with a quote from Casino.

'I think in all fairness, I should explain to you exactly what it is that I do. For instance tomorrow morning ill get up nice and early, take a walk down over to the bank and... walk in and see and uh... if you don't have my money for me, I'll... crack your fuckin' head wide-open in front of everybody in the bank. And just about the time that I'm comin' out of jail, hopefully, you'll be coming out of your coma. And guess what? I'll split your fuckin' head open again. 'Cause I'm fuckin' stupid. I don't give a fuck about jail. That's my business. That's what I do. -Nicky Santoro

Then I remembered how I would hate it when my mom would bitch about the price of peas to the cashier at the grocery store, so I skipped the theatrics. The teller's got nothing to do with it, and we all know that.

Saturday was great! In spite of being short handed FC Dallas beat LA to hold on to the top spot in the west, and the best record in the MLS. Special guests were on hand for the proceedings, including Kelly, David, and Stuart. We all had good sweaty fun.

Monday I have effing jury duty, so there won't be much bloggin'

If I make it to the interview stage, I've been thinking of ways to not get picked. Maybe something like 'I don't care how much time a mutha's gotta serve, that's his fault for getting caught, but you'll never take me alive'

More later.