Alrighty.  Back from Las Vegas finally.  It was cool, well it was hot.  Very HOT.  It was in the high 90's low 100's all of the 5 days that I was there.  Christ.  It was nice though cuz I got a wicked tan.  Word to the wise, always wear suntan lotion when going into the land of constant sun.

Went with my parents, boring boring.  Didn't drink or go clubbing.  I mean honestly, if I bring a girl back from the club, where am I gonna take her? Dude I needa get my own room.  Better yet I should go with friends instead of family.  Yup thats right, you got it, Las Vegas is a hoasis.  And I'm not talkin hookers, I mean yeah they've got hookers, but I'm talking about all the college/early 20s girls (and guys) that are there.  Man its like spring break, but with gambling.

So my vacation went by entirely too fast.  On after the plane ride back and when I was gettin my luggage from baggage claim, I saw this dude that looked like Wayne Newton waiting for luggage from the same flight that I took.  Weird, I told my mom but she thought it was some look alike dude.  So did I.  The guy was there with his milf wife and their baby daughter.  Go figure.

So here I am sittin at home and I do a seach.  So it turns out that that really was Wayne Newton and his milf lawyer wife and their 2 year old daughter.  Someone tell me why Wayne fucking Newton is on a commercial jetliner (America West btw, whatever that is) and waiting for his damned luggage with 50 other people.  Just standing there.  Two people approached him and said hi, but I still didnt believe.  I think everyone else was too young to know who the hell he was, but still.  The kicker is that he walked out of the airport and got into a normal cab.  Weird...guess I just expected more from such a "big" celebrity.  Welp that was cool anyhow.  Too bad I didnt know it was really him till I got home....damnit....shoulda did something stupid.

Man Mr. Booze needs to come back home...

Wow back on the wagon again.  Man its been a long time.  Im just gettin so lazy.  Well not really lazy.  Once I get my bikes built, I'll start training again whoohoo.  Anyway.  Not much has been goin on here except for a few outings, and having fun with the guys.  God damnit if I didnt just find Mr. Booze passed out in the womens dressing room at Victoria's Secret.  He apparently has a story to tell.  But thats for the next post. 

Before anything I would like to post a few wonderful comments I read on cyclingforums.com, this cycling site I go to for the latest news on .... you guessed it, bikes. 

This is fuckin hilarious, taken from cyclingforums.com, yea I was bored.

This post convo was about why beginners shouldn't spend 5 grand on a road bike if they dont even know how to ride.

Feanor: You mean I can't pull a Tom Cruise and leap into my Nascar Stock car with no Nascar excperience and win Daytona? Damn...

SquadraSF: that Tom Cruise line is f/n funny! i think for some folks, that's how they imagine it though. agree on the starting younger bit.... why did i have to enjoy beer soooo much as a youngin'? you never hear anyone say "i discovered alcohol much too late in life... if only i would have started when i was younger!"

Feanor: I would never fault anyone for buying a $260,000 Lamboghini if they could afford it, hell, if I could afford it I would too! and I'm a crappy driver with bad night vision! But tell you what, I'd be the fastest crappy driver with bad night vision on the freeway! *laughing*

HAhHah....funny stuff

*tangent* Can you believe that Lance Armstrong won le Tour de France for the 6th straight time?  Holy fuckin shit! They say that man is a marvel and I tend to agree. First time in history some dude wins it 6 consecutive times. Well I've read articles that say its something with his muscles.  Go figure.... Well onto the picture show. 

Here is Lance and his fav bike. 

What he calls Plato Negro or Black Silver.  Nice ass bike, its a Trek, made from pure carbon fiber.  Guess how much it weighs...nono...guess....It weighs 14.9 pounds.  The frame weighs 2.2 pounds.  Cost?  Well the R&D team at Trek spent somewhere in the hundreds of thousands mark to fine tune Lance's bike.  The actual bike is prolly worth 10 grand, give or take 50.  Obviously winning the TDF 6 times is priceless.

Here is Lance chasing his buddy Fillipo Simeoni on the Specialized bike. And yelling "Duuude, what is up with yer hump?"

Here is Lance coming into Place de la Concorde with 2 laps to go.  Smug bastard knows hes gonna win.  Notice the gold helmet, bike, and wheels...yup....all for show..

Allll right folks, back in the hot seat.  Well my seat ain't actually hot...whatever.  Any ways, school is coming to a close and I'm doing alright.  I love summer school...I should just take this every year, cept' I won't have a life.  damn.  Well went to a Tigers game this weekend.  Ball games are fun.  I sat in the drunk poor people section, aka, 15 dollar ticket section.  It was good, saw some drunk rednecks calling this pretty girl a skank just because she was wearin a skirt.  It's just a skirt...sheash, chill out.  Loud ass mother fucke*s.  heh, I like people who blank out curses when you can blantantly see what they were gonna say.  I mean whats the point of that?  Its like watching the NBA finals when they pan over to Rasheed Wallace.  Is there any question what hes yelling at the ref? Anyway can you believe the fcukin Pistons won again? arrggggg. Damn that team.  There so arrogant its just shitty. Any way, onto the entrance of Mr. Booze. He's been doin some reading lately and hasnt been able to make any entries, but he's back...Personally I think he needs to lay of the Wall Street Journal, but that just me talking.

And now for the wise words of Mr. Booze.

Mr. Booze's advice of the day: "When arriving at college for the first time, one should know how to handle one's self.  Now frat parties are fun for everyone.  That is true.  Meeting friends the first week of school is fun.  Especially if they are a whole fleet of girls.  The problem is when you have a big meal of questionable food.  Now Mr. Booze may seem to play well with others, if by others you don't mean lots of food.  No.  If you have a fun night of partying with a bunch of friends, remeber that Mr. Booze does not like to play with food.  Correction.  Mr. Booze does not like playing with food in your stomach.  Case in point.  When partying all night, drinking 5 shots of vodka, 10 beers, and doing a keg stand, Mr. Booze will make you happy.  But he won't be happy with all that food.  That is why one tends to vomit on the floor of his hall way, and in his bed.  All over his bed.  Luckily this poor fellow had another bed to sleep in.  However, sleeping next to Mr. Boozes victory, is not so pleasant.  It stinks of ass."

Moral of the story: "Don't mix booze with food.  Mr. Booze don't like that"

This is Kev and Mr. Booze signing off.

Hmm CIA or RAND.  Which one is better?  Too conservative for ol' Kev?  I think it'd be interesting. Hopefully I won't have to go all the way to D.C. for a whole summer next year, but it does sounds mighty cool.  Note: I was going to link to pictures of the neat logos of the two places, but I just realized what my Xanga was about, and what the two corporations do.  I hate to be paranoid, but I don't wanna fuck with the CIA or RAND.  Hell they could be reading my Xanga right now if I linked to their site...scary.  However here is an excerp from the CIA undergrad internship site.

CIA Directorate of Operations Undergraduate Internship:

This internship program is offered as either a one six-month student internship, or as a student internship consisting of two three-month sessions. Six-month internships begin in either January or July; students selecting the two three-month option will be able to select the start times for the sessions. Undergraduates join the program at the GS-5, step 6 pay grade, with benefits. Those participating in the DO Student Intern Program will not be given college credit.

US Citizenship is required. Interns must successfully complete medical and polygraph examinations as well as a background investigation. Those students applying for the PT or CST programs must successfully complete a thorough medical and psychological evaluation before entering the program.

Now thats just unnerving.  A damned polygraph test? Background investigation? Ummm...kinda scary.  GS 5 step 6 pay grade with benefits sounds cool though.  Plus the cool badge will get the girls, heh. (a la The Recruit) Oh, If sometime next year you get a call asking about me, tell them I'm a nice guy.

Back to some current news, waiting on my car, Im thinkin my buds should have a say in what kinda car I'm to get, so for Christ sakes IM me. Im gettin awful bored here disconnected from the world.  Mr. Booze is ma onnly friend.  Mr. Booze has more stories on the way, and he has a short one today.  Mike, calm down, these stories are about friends of Mr. Booze and I.  Not me. Lol

Mr. Booze's advice for the day: "Mr. Booze does not play well with others.  At least when it comes to yer stomach.  When spending the night enjoying the company of Mr. Booze, and some weird halucinogenic drug, please be careful.  Mr. Booze doesn't like drugs very much.  He doesn't even like Towely.  Can you believe that? Mr. Booze does not like any drug that will take your attention away from him.  You know what he will make you do if your cross the line?  yup, you guessed it.  He will make you run outside of your house, barefoot, screaming, "Oh my god, my roommates are trying to kill me!"  Not a good thing.  Mr. Booze, why the hell are you so volatile?  Hell just try not to cut your feet on any sharp objects when running around your block.  Just do it for your sake and the sake of Mr. Booze.  If you get hurt, who will he have to hang out with?  Besides the rest of that campus that is..."

"You stupid kids never learn.  Remember kiddies, Mr. Booze can be your friend, but don't cross him.  I float like a butterfly and sting like a 300 pound line backer running at you full tilt."

"This is Mr. Booze saying please drink responsibly." 

Found a cool joke off this guy's Xanga (fleavis) good job!

Goes out to all my friends going into investment banking. You know who you are.

One day while walking down the street a managing director in an Investment bank was tragically hit by a bus and she died. Her soul arrived up in heaven where she was met at the Pearly Gates by St. Peter himself.

"Welcome to Heaven," said St. Peter. "Before you get settled in though, it seems we have a problem. You see, strangely enough, we've never once had a managing director make it this far and we're not really sure what to do with you."

"No problem, just let me in," said the woman.

"Well, I'd like to, but I have higher orders. What we're going to do is let you have a day in Hell and a day in Heaven and then you can choose whichever one you want to spend an eternity in."

"Actually, I think I've made up my mind...I prefer to stay in Heaven", replied the woman.

"Sorry, we have rules..."

And with that St. Peter put the managing director in an elevator and which slowly descended to the depths of Hell.

When the doors opened, much to her surprise, the woman found herself stepping out onto the putting green of a beautiful golf course.  In the distance was a country club and standing in front of her were all her old friends - including lawyers that she had worked with who had passed away - and they were all dressed in tuxedoes and evening gowns and cheering for her. They ran up and greeted her warmly, and they talked about old times. After an excellent round of golf, they went to the country club where she enjoyed an excellent steak and lobster dinner. She met the Devil who was actually a really nice guy (kinda cute) and she had a great time telling jokes and dancing. She was having such a good time that before she knew it, her day was over and it was time to leave. Everybody shook her hand and waved good-bye as she got on the elevator back up to Heaven. The elevator slowly rose, and eventually opened back up at the Pearly Gates, and she found St. Peter waiting for her.

"Now it's time to spend a day in heaven," he said. So she spent the next 24 hours lounging around on clouds and playing the harp and singing. It was very soothing and peaceful, and she had a great time. Before she knew it, her 24 hours were up.

St. Peter came and got her and said, "So, you've spent a day in hell and you've spent a day in heaven. Now you must choose your eternity."

The woman paused for a second and then replied, "Well, I never thought I'd say this, I mean, Heaven has been really great and all, but I think I had a better time in Hell."

St. Peter escorted the managing director back to the elevator and again she descended to Hell. When the doors of the elevator opened she found herself standing in a desolate wasteland covered in filth. Her friends were burning in towers of flame, as demons prodded them with pitchforks. The Devil came up to her and welcomed her back.

"I don't understand," stammered the woman. "Yesterday I was here, and there was a golf course and a country club and we ate lobster and we danced and had a great time. Now all there is a wasteland of filth, and all my old friends are miserable."

The Devil looked at her and smiled. "Yesterday we were recruiting you; today you're an analyst."