Well…I can’t think of anything else.
I was trying to think of three things that Kentucky, my new home state is known for. Horses are huge here, to the point where horse news often makes the front page of the local newspaper. Above the fold. And you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a bourbon distillery around these parts.
Oh, and if you happen to have a dead cat, they probably have a bourbon that would go perfect with it.
Anyhoo, I’m the former Mr. Fabulous. You can call me Brad. Robin asked me to do a guest post while she and Hunky Eric are exploring the Emerald Isle, frolicking with Darby O’Gill and the little people and wondering if they’ll get a chance to see Colin Farrell with his shirt off.
I figured I’d catch you up on what keeps me busy over here in The Commonwealth of Kentucky and my Shiny New Life:
Work. I’m back working in non-profit, for an organization that helps get low income folks into affordable housing. It’s more of a commute than I would like, but it’s a great company that does really good work. Also, it’s the Monday through Friday 8-5 schedule that I wanted, so that my weekends can be free for…
Karaoke. We are huge karaoke dorks. We’ve been to several venues around town, and have settled in as regulars at Southland on Friday nights. Good choices for me: Blues Brothers, Prince, Elvis, Billy Joel, Rodney Crowell. Poor choices: The Eagles, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Alabama 3. Recently I’ve taken a few chances and done Baby One More Time and I Touch Myself, both times devoting the songs to guys in the audience. So obviously, I have issues. And after Friday comes Saturday and…
UK Football. We have season tickets, which means that we have a lot of opportunities to rub elbows with inbred mouthbreathers, pay exorbitant prices for beverages, evacuate our bladders in third world restrooms, and high five complete strangers who you just know did not wash their hands when they walked out of those very same restrooms. And in our spare time we…
Work on the house. We’re still trying to figure out what do to with some of the rooms. We finally uncovered the pool table, which is mostly ironic, as neither of us can shoot stick worth a damn. We’re setting up a karaoke stage down in the basement as well, because that’s what dorky white people do. Anyone know where I can buy a disco ball? Also, if someone would like to come over and rake all these fucking leaves for me, that would be great. That would leave me more time to master the…
Wii. We recently finally jumped on the Wii bandwagon. I haven’t been gaming in several years. Adam suggested the Wii because he reasoned it was the easiest system to learn and play, given our “advanced age”. Fucker. In a few weeks We’ll be down in Florida for his annual Halloween party, and I look forward to punching him in his spleen. Once I learn where the spleen is. By the way, my costume is going to be kickass.
Well, that’s enough about me. After all, I’m not really a blogger anymore. It’s been nice chatting with y’all. If you’re ever in Lexington, Kentucky, look us up. We’ll show you a good time. We’ll get you drunk on bourbon and make you ride a horse.
Or something.
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