Friday, November 2, 2012

Life full of mania with a dash of humor and a slice of normality (those are the secret ingredients) Vol 4 Issue 31

Sandy, Kentucky Long Butts, Ironic Jerseys, and 9 airplane bottles of Jim Beam couldn’t ruin this pic (but somehow Derek could).

Ok I admit it, I really don’t think that Derek ruined it and he might even have made it awesome. These were our seats for The World’s Largest Cocktail Party (or Georgia v Florida for you Yanks). This is a long lasting rivalry of a game that’s filled with classic southern traditions like Frat Beach. What, you haven’t heard of Frat Beach? Well you can simply YouTube it or….well just YouTube it, that’s a lot easier.

Although I do have one complaint (other than I was a communist for not voting for Romney) and that’s there was a frickin’ hurricane. I’m blaming sandy for the lack of appropriate beach attire. For some reason it was trendy/cool/unattractive as hell to wear Kentucky long butt shorts and ironic jerseys. I’m definitely losing touch with fashion as I don’t particularly find men’s jean short cut-offs pulled above the belly button attractive on; well anyone. They form that long flat ass look so popular in the commonwealth of Kentucky (and I’ve had my run-ins with Kentucky).

I guess the Larry Johnson Hornet’s jersey kind of makes it funny but I didn’t think all so much; just disappointment here. Those jean shorts make you look like you’re on your way to a soccer tournament for your kids. T.O.D. doesn’t play that.

That’s probably more than a little confusing, see there’s already one Derek in Atlanta (and more than likely even more if I looked into it) so I’m The Other Derek; or T.O.D. As much as I thought it was a gag at first it really does make the conversation go a lot smoother. Overall my trip down South (although now for some reason calling barns carriage houses annoys me) was a success.

Well maybe not a total success because I still haven’t tried grits (I’ll eat them on my OWN terms thank you) and I didn’t look for any where to live. The grits are supposed to be funny but the whole living situation is kind of serious. I’ve been planning a move down South for a while now because I figured I’d be the one to have the accent down there and that would help me (I was reminded that it really doesn’t). I also did think that the mild winters couldn’t hurt and that the job market would be a little better.

Other than being slightly bigger than South Solon I’ve also got a pretty decent network in the ATL so I figured somebody would hook it up. But about a week before I took off to watch #2 Florida lose (which made it even better) I was contacted about a job here in Ohio that’s in Sports and Sales. I interviewed right before I left and then was offered a job while down in Georgia.

It’s been four years since I’ve felt this healthy, four years of getting my ass kicked in so many different ways that I wrote a book about it, four years since I’ve been able to really attempt to stand on my own, and four years of just wanting a chance of getting back to a resemblance of the life I used to have. As much as I want to move South, I just couldn’t pass this opportunity up; it’s just been too long. Besides I can still move in the future, and hopefully by then that Kentucky Long Butts trend makes its way back to the commonwealth and dies there.

Since many of my manic experiences involve music I’ve decided to add random music videos to the blog for my enjoyment and your inconvenience. Enjoy!

Coming Correct,

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