Monday, October 19, 2009

Partying Like It's 1999

Partying like it's 1999 sounds like fun until you realize you're 31 and it's actually 2009. It certainly doesn't get less fun, it's just that the recovery is not as graceful and it takes a lot out of you to do it night after night. And you'd think that after being down this road so many times in the past that I'd know better than to not drink lots of water before passing out. What can I say; my judgement tends to get impaired after a few drinks. When that happens, the following seemed like great ideas at the time:
  • Having one more drink.
  • Partying in Downey.
  • Taking a shot with a random drunk at the bar.
Never party in Downey. Well, let me rephrase that: Never try to party in Downey. We didn't party in Downey. We tried to party in Downey, but Downey wasn't havin' it. We says to Downey:

Can we see some hot chicks? Hell, no! Deuces all around!
How about some ( . Y . ) ? No boob for you! Next!
How about some Denny's? Nyet! There be gangsta shit goin' down so the whole block be on lock down. No one getting in or out.
How about some McD's? Lolz, not open either
How about a shitter so my homey can take a leak? Uh uh. Even the bathroom at Chevron not open for business.

So much fail in so little town. Epic.

Monday, October 12, 2009

The Last Blast

The last leg of my trip through Central California took my gf and I to Santa Cruz. On our way there, we stopped at what can be described as an aberration of nature. Well, that's if you ask the people that work there at The Mystery Spot.

It's billed as a place where the laws of physics do not apply and it's a total mystery why that is. At the time, I didn't quite buy it and truth be told I still don't. I think it all comes down to skewed perception and abnormal points of reference. If you ask me, the real the mystery is why there were so many Indians there. I thought they were conducting a team building exercise for the Dell support center. Here's a pic of the waiting area. Notice the token white kid.

We did the tour and we participated in the gimmicks. I must say that it was a lot of fun and that I'm glad that we went. Here's my gf susie in the crooked-ass house that was built on a slanted-ass hill. Notice the Indians in the shot. I think the only picture that we took in this place that did not have an Indian in it is the first pic I showed of the entrance.

Here's a pic of me in the slanted house. You really can't tell how crooked this structure is from these pictures. Take my word for it - it's funky. There probably weren't any surfaces that were normal or parallel to the direction of gravity.


Yeah, there was another Indian in that picture but I figured that would go without saying. What I thought was the most amusing was that one of them started asking the tour guide questions in order to troubleshoot the mystery spot. I'm willing to bet he was Dell's employee of the month at one time or another.

This is not to say that the entire spot is the result of a lack of right angles. I do believe there were mystical forces at work - forces strong enough to push a slanted-ass house down a slanted-ass hill ,bend trees toward some imaginary point in space, and basically defy all other natural laws. Scary shit, I know.

This is when the spot stopped being mystical and suddenly became....mythical. Great forces such as my gunz and this anomaly in the universe cannot be in such close proximity without there being a ruckus. The stage was set for a clash of the titans. My gunz versus the universe and the universe was skurrrrred.

The battle ensued. I fired my gunz in defiance of the mystery spot. Notice that in the picture below, the shockwave from the blast was enough to stagger the woman and her child. The kid probably just shit a brick.


Here's a more dramatic picture of how the universe defies my gunz - silly universe. Notice how my body hangs towards the door frame instead of straight down.


When all is said and done, I lowered my gunz from their firing positionz. I'm still standing uprightish and the room is still off kilter - a tie between me and this oddity in the universe. Or so I thought.

A few days later when I returned home and fell back into my normal gun polishing routine, I noticed that something wasn't quite right. At first, I chalked it up to:
  • Poor diet while on vacation.
  • Fatigue from driving.
  • Shitty ergonomics in our rental car, the PT Loser.
  • Mildly excessive alcohol consumption.
  • Dust on the gunz due to lack of polishing while on vacation.
Not one to be a pansy, I pushed it early on to speed up my recovery. Unfortunately, the harder I pushed it the further my condition deteriorated. After a week, my left gun was half as strong as it used to be.

After talking with my doctor and Steph (my friendly sorta neighborhood physical therapist), it appears that I incurred a nerve traction injury in my brachial plexus nerve during my test of might versus the universe. It was bad that I didn't feel a thing when I think the injury occurred. (Steph says that's not uncommon with nerve injuries.) What's worse is that I made it worse during that week of not being a pansy and trying to push through it.

Five months later, I'm still recovering. (Doc and Steph say that it could take up to 6 months. Fail.) I have most of the strength back in my left side but there are several motions that are still lacking. But each day, I grow stronger and the day will come when I will challenge the universe again.