We were in Tampa all day today looking at houses. The wife wasn’t as thrilled about the Centex townhomes at Bayshore Pointe as I was. We did see some excellent homes. If we could handle living in Brandon (15 minutes East of Tampa) we could have a phat home for easy money. It’s really just too far away from everything though. We have gotten used to Gainesville and being ten minutes from anywhere you want to be. I also don’t know if I’m ready to go whole-hog, suburbia, My Three Sons, barbecue apron, grown-up old-style yet. Well, no, that’s not true. I am 100% not ready to do that. I can’t even imagine. Curses! Damn and blast! I want to be (to steal another blogger’s nick) CrazyHappyFunDave forever. Am I nuts? Just totally immature? What?
I got a wicked 1980s-fly Top Gun buzz last night. I haven’t gotten a haircut like this since I was like 17 so I’m feeling pretty pumped. After that I went to Chris’ Apartment of Sin and his (ex-?)girlfriend Chuck bleached it all to near-white. My damn hair is so dark that it takes two bleachings just to get it to near-white. I’ll probably burn my scalp off one more time next week to get it full-out white. As if you care …
Ryan left a message on my voice mail, apparently unaware that I won’t be back in Gainesville until Sunday. (Don’t try and rob my house, either. We have an alarm and mad, attacking dust bunnies.)
I certainly don’t want to get into any sort of rah-rah team spirit argument / flame war, but it’s got to be difficult to not hate a team when you keep losing to them. The 1999 game was the first time I got to go to The World’s Largest Cocktail Party. It rained the entire time. We won.