You know, if there’s one thing people will 
always get a kick out of, it’s people watching. Tonight, I had just gotten up to head to the bedroom with the laptop, a DVD and a bottle of water … to turn in for the night … when my phone rang. It was a friend, with whom my brother (pictured above) was “clubbin’” as the kiddies say. She needed a ride home, and was surely in no condition to get there herself. So I obliged.
It’s the sights I saw during that pick-em-up from downtown that kept me from falling asleep in the parking lot. I saw one girl, in horrible red 80s high heels, try to skip down the side walk only to fall flat on her face. Seriously, she was too out of it (or simply forgot) to put out her arms to brace her fall. She sat there for a few beats (she was also wearing a denim skirt and black tights … ugh), and then got up, took off her shoes and proceeded barefoot down the sidewalk.
Another pair seemed even more sad. A boy was carrying who I assume was his girlfriend Prince Charming style. This would have been quite touching had it not been for the fact that she probably needed to be carried in the first place thanks to his pouring alcohol down her throat all evening. Anyway, he carried her to his truck, poured her into the passenger seat and proceeded to drive away and out of the parking lot (clipping the curb) without looking either way before pulling into (thankfully) and empty street.
Now, I was only there for about eight or 10 minutes, and sure the time and place of the viewpoint did offer for some interesting sights, but there’s no doubt that people will always find it fascinating to watch other people simply go though the motions on their everyday lives. So, remember: The next time you fall down, pick your nose or sing in your car … there just may be someone watching.
Three usually scruffy sportswriters (and a couple of the news guys) decided to send off Zac in style. Clean shaven — for the most part — freshly washed and rocking coats and ties (Mandy Schulz didn’t actually wear a tie), we decided to show up to work today wearing our Sunday’s best, instead of the usual jeans, T-shirts and sneakers.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I like to drive fast, but I don’t drive dangerously or at ridiculously break-neck speeds. I drive a Civic, not a Corvette. That being said, my Civic is quite the agile little car. That’s what I like to take advantage of on SFR. It’s not as winding a road as some of those in the mountainous regions, but it’s winding enough to get your heart pumping if you drive it just right. And to do so, you don’t even need to go over 60 MPH (the speed limit is 55), you just need to NOT go 40. The kind of driver that really aggravates me on this road is the one who drives 60 on the straights and slows to 40 on the curves. That means you can’t get the thrill offered by the twists and turns, and you can’t pass without being asshole-driving-too-fast guy. Oh, I pass them anyway. 
I say warm basically as a way to say “not cold.” For, I know, warm and hot are two different things. But for all intents and purposes, my Greenville “warm” season finally began tonight. There is but one thing, and one thing alone, that I cannot do in the “cold” season, and that is drink a Corona. I’m sorry, it is a warm-weather beverage. As you can plainly see, I had, tonight, my first Coronas of the season. But, more importantly, I found a new spot to park my ass while doing said Corona intake. It’s called “The Back Porch,” and it was recently bought by a friend of mine and her brother. Indeed, I tell you, there’s nothing like Coronas, live music, warm weather and free popcorn — which TBP has.And so, with my hearing live music and drinking Corona, the Greenville warm season has officially begun. Yipee, and all that.