Columbus? BLAH!

Saturday was a riveting success. I'm speaking of course about the hockey game that both myself, Reese, McBride and Rollo enjoyed. The city of Columbus? Not so much.

Saturdays in Columbus are exactly like that of a classic western town whenever "Mad McGee" rode into town on horseback to shoot up the sheriff. All shops in the area were closed except for a lone Subway (one out of the six we passed) which is precisely where we went for a quick bathroom break. When we asked the three employees "Why is everything closed today?" one replied "Man, its Columbus and its Saturday." I guess the entire city shuts down for the weekend. I figured a capital city would at least have somewhere to go to grab a bite to eat (sans Subway). We were mistaken with a capital "M". After wandering the city for several hours, we asked a friendly police office where the nearest food venue (that offered lunch) could be found. I finally got to eat at a Max & Erma's, which was nice enough but offered NOTHING that I could indulge in aside from my few bottles of Newcastle Brown Ale. I pretty much starved until the hockey game (that Subway from above closed a few hours after we left --- yes we found out the hard way). At the game I had a salad which was pretty terrible, but the fruit punch I also ordered was spot-on. Sharks lost 2-1, but the day - believe it or not - was pretty damn fun. Lots of good jokes, good laughs and good times.

Reese found out that she not only shared a birthday with Rollo, but her BOY Milan Michalek. A funny thing about Reese's sports passion is that she lives and dies with each moment in the game. Especially Michalek's moments. Whew.

God bless the good company, the three and a half hour drive there would have been unbearable without it!

A dental success

I recently completed my usual trip to the dentist, who had informed me in months passed that I needed to have a filling. I've had fillings before, sure, but none required the use of anesthetic. I don't like needles at all, so that tended to work out pretty well for me. This time around was a different story. It seems I needed some work on a cavity in the rear balcony area of my mouth. They called it a molar. I call it the cheap seats. No matter, I needed that dreaded shot to numb me up good. I guess whenever it comes to getting shots, I've not progressed past the mentality of a toddler. "A shot? NO! Wheres my sucker? WAAHHHHHHHH!!!!" Seriously, thats what goes through my head.

To my surprise, the dentist was damn good at preventing me from feeling anything at all. He rubbed a Q-Tip with some red goop on my gums first to numb them in a way that was not unlike ambasol. It had a strong cherry flavor to it, but its not something I'd consider for recreational use. After a few minutes, he jabbed me with the needle of numb-stuff and I didn't feel a thing. Turns out I was worried about nothing at all.

Hundred Acres Manor

So, Reese and I are tired of going to the same damn haunted houses year-in, year-out. Rich's Fright Farm is predictably bad each year, Fright Nights at Kennywood is pretty good, though you can't ever get into everything you'd like to see, and Station Scare is pricey. A place near Consol called Hundred Acres Manor pulls in a decent sized crowd each year, so we figured we'd might as well check it out. Boy, that isn't an understatement. After about a two hour wait in line, we got into the place which featured a grand assortment of rooms, twisted corridors, runways, ramps and an inflated hallway that felt like I was mashed in between a very clean, well-kept set of asscheeks. Without a doubt, this place was one of the better haunted houses I've ever experienced. What impressed me the most is that they took one approach to scaring you: shock value. Rather than trying to serve you a twelve-course meal of terror, they just focused on catching you off guard (which they did WELL). The highlight of the night was going into the room where a fake wolfman was designed to flip a small bed up against a wall and jump out at you. This portion of the house must have malfunctioned because Repairman Hal and his team of handyman understudies were all working on it in the middle of a tour. Fantastic effort all around.

Oh yeah! Some dead dude caught wind of Reese's "name" and heckled her for several rooms. He got most of it right, calling her "Mareesahhhh!" before Reese stopped, corrected him and immediately went back to being scared.

This weekend I get to go to a San Jose Sharks game in Columbus, Ohio. The Sharks are my 2nd favorite team. Accompanying myself will be Girlfriend Reese, Fun-Fact Ryan McBride and IDK my BFF Rollo. I cannot wait to slum around Columbus for the day before seeing the likes of Milan Michalek, Patrick Marleau ( who looks a great deal like me) and Joe Thornton pummel some junior varsity Blue Jackets. Yes... Excellent birthday present.

Beverly Hills?

I found this on Weezer's official site, and its one of the funniest =w= I've seen in a long time.