I know, I know...I suck

But seriously, I really have been busy lately. The last chance I had to post before this was last Thursday night, but I opted instead to play online poker for six hours straight, the highlight of which came when I battled my way into the final 20 of a tournament that began with 350, and my internet decided to cut out, leaving me out of the game for a good ten minutes. I finally reconnected to find myself with such a small stack that I would have had to double up ten times in order to post the big blind without being all in. Miraculously, I survived two blinds in a row and finished in twelfth place. Not bad, but rather frustrating, considering I was as high as fourth at one point in time.

Anywho, I started improv classes last week, and I pretty much plan on it becoming my life. My classes are on Wednesday nights, and I get into all the shows for free as a student, so I plan on spending about 2-3 nights a week at the theater. This is another reason I haven't had ample time for blogging, and I'm afraid it's going to stay that way. But it'll be interesting to see how capable I am of channeling my artistic efforts in two different directions at once (that being improvisation and writing). Hopefully, they will feed off each other and provide transcendent inspiration, or (more likely) I'm not talented enough to keep them both up, and my writing will inevitably suffer. Either way, I don't plan on abandoning my fledgling project I call The Naked Truth, so I will do my best to keep it up and running. I'm also open to suggestions, so if you have an idea of something you'd like to see, I'm all ears.

Finally, March is going to be a busy month, and it already started this weekend when I went back to Ohio for Yaney's wedding, and proceeded to complete a three day circuit that went Chicago>Celina>Lima>Columbus>Celina>Lima>Chicago. The wedding was a smashing success, and only slightly less debaucherous than the preceding bachelor party. I'm afraid a running diary would pale in comparison, but suffice it to say that Jaeger bombs were done, stogies were smoked, dollar bills were stapled to the ceiling, bartenders were dragged out on the dance floor, someone slipped on the floor in a drunken mess and her mug actually bounced off the hard tile in rather comedic fashion, I slammed a seven year old kid's head into a bathroom wall a little harder than intended, Deemo and I ended up in what could have only been a crack house, and we actually heard the phrase, "I'm so excited to become a Yaney."

The happy couple is now on their way to California for the honeymoon, and we're left here with that early to mid-March weather where it gets up to the mid-forties every afternoon just to make you think that Spring is right around the corner, but don't worry, more snow is on the way. I don't know when, I don't know how much, but trust me, we will see snow again before it's officially time to break out the shorts and flip-flops. If growing up in the Midwest has taught me one thing (other than how to shotgun a beer) it's that you never say Spring until at least mid-May. Pessimistic, you say? Alright. Go ahead. Get cocky and wear those cargo shorts for the first time next week and see what happens.

By the way, have I mentioned that St. Patrick's Day is coming up? The debauchery kicks off Saturday morning at 9 am, and we'll see what kind of stones I still have in me. Especially considering that Ian and Chad's birthday party begins exactly 12 hours later at Burwood Tap. So, we're looking at a potential two-a-day this weekend. I'm going to be honest here, I'm giving myself about a 60% chance of going the distance. I'm not saying I can't, I'm just trying to give you the Vegas odds in case you're considering going to your bookie on me. I can still do it, it's just that all the stars have to align. It would be kind of like betting on Roger Clemens to throw a no-hitter next season. He's still got it in him, sure, but you don't want to put the mortgage down on it.