Embarassing admission

So you know how some of life's greatest joys can be found in re-discovering something you've known about all along, but for one reason or another have horribly under-appreciated? Well, I've recently re-discovered the unspeakable joy of something I've known about for 20+ years now:

Butt Rock & Power Ballads.

Seriously, how terrible is the idea of scrawny guys with bad perms, bangs, leather, tattoos of snakes, and other tough guy things, make up, chest hair, and head bands trying to look all bad-a, but singing sensitive rock songs? Terribly great, I say.


Honestly, how is that anything but the coolest thing you've ever seen?

Here are a few of the songs I've been re-discovering recently:

White Lion: Little Fighter
White Lion: Wait
White Lion: When the Children Cry
Night Ranger: Sister Christian
Faster Pussycat: House of Pain
Cinderella: Don't Know What You Got 'Till It's Gone
Cinderella: Gypsy Road
Cinderella: Coming Home

Those are just a few of the biggest winners that came up on my ipod's butt rock playlist. Rest assured that there are plenty more where those came from.

Look some of it up some time. You won't be disappointed.

P.S. There is an honorary spot in The Dally News Hall of Shame for anyone who can name the band pictured above.

P.S.S. The band is not in my list of songs, although that band has probably the best song on my Butt Rock playlist. Not that that helps you at all; I just thought you should know.

Back in NY *Updated*

So I had an awesome spring break, and today was my first day back in school. Here's why spring break was awesome:

I surprised the ever-loving crap out of my mom, who didn't know I was coming into town. Seriously, one of the funniest pranks we've ever pulled on her.

I scared my nephew and niece, who also didn't know I was in town by jumping out of the back of the Suburban after Lo picked them up from school.

I went to Las Vegas to watch the MWC basketball tourney

It was in the mid-70's in Vegas the whole time.

It was in the high 60's to mid-70's in Provo the whole time.

I got to go fishing on my favorite river with my future boss.

I missed the huge snow storm that put another foot of snow on this city that STILL does not know how to handle snow.

I got to hang out with friends.

A CANCER FREE Derek Swanson moved back to Utah, and hung around with us for the weekend.

National Corndog Day!!

OK, National Corndog Day needs explanation.

Last year my buddy found out about it and told me. This year, when I realized I was going to be home for National Corndog Day, I thought I'd get ahold of my friends, who not only have all the cool gear to throw a wicked party, but love doing it, particularly since we can't hold the annual Tree Burn any more. Long story short, I registered as a party host, and the next thing we knew, Foster Farms sent us 336 corn dogs. Here's a picture of the party hosts with our corn-clad, stick impaled bounty:


Note: each white box is a case with 3 cases of 28 dogs each.

Before the night was over, we had consumed somewhere around 150 corndogs (leaving a ridiculous surplus), about 12 pounds of tots, and who knows what else. We also wound up with an astro bounce (you know, the cool inflatable self-contained rooms that little kids go crazy in at the county fair), dance music, and a green egg toss (in honor of St. Patrick's Day). Here are A few more photos:

When you see these flowers blooming, you know that spring is officially here.




B Money throwing down some rhymes before going to his debut show later on that night. Word on the street is that he brought the house down.


Green Egg toss in observation of St. Patrick's Day.


I don't know who this guy is, but I think it's safe to conclude that he was an egg toss loser.


This was our bounty. We had so many dogs, it was ridiculous. By the end of the night we had a few sitting around, and a potato gun on hand. Put them both together, and you've got corndog aviation magic.


Seriously, it was an awesome party. Big thanks to our sponsors at Foster Farms. I'll send you the bill from my cardiologist.

Anyway, the down side to being back from spring break are:

It reminded me how much fun the world outside of law school can be.

I have a ridiculous amount of work to be done in the next few weeks.

It snowed a foot the other day, and the city is still struggling to deal with it.

It's freaking cold out here.

It's snowing as I write this.

School.

*Sigh.*

Right. Anyway, spring break was incredible, and I'm glad I had more fun than I had last year, when I spent basically all of it in the library. Loads of fun. Thanks a lot Brent D., and Janet R., if you ever read this, that is.

Are you serious?

30.

A quick list of the consoling(?) things I've heard from friends during the last few days:

-It's like, the new 20.
-Just think of yourself as being 20-10 years old.
-You don't look a day over 25.
-At least you're not still in school, right? Oh, wait...
-My parents were that age a while ago, and they totally said it's not that bad.
-You're only as old as you think you are.
-Buy you some Geritol?
-I think Guy was 30 for about 4 years, so it's really not that bad.
-Dude, it's really not that old. <--Except the guy who said that is 36.

Yeah, those are pretty much all things that old people tell themselves to convince themselves that they're still younger than they really are. You're old. Face it.

So in case you were wondering what I did for my birthday, and I'm sure you were just dying to know, I'll tell you.

I always felt cheated as a kid when my birthday was on a Sunday, so I took the liberty of observing my birthday yesterday. I started the day by going to the gym, which I have to do in order to maintain my uber-masculine physique. Then, I had to do laundry. Not my idea of fun, especially since it was crowded in the laundromat, and I had to wait for some guy to finish with the dryer to dry my clothes. Seriously, do you really need to throw 5 T shirts in the dryer for 32 minutes when there are tons of people waiting? Jerk. Not to mention the people who leave their stuff in the dryer, and show up a half hour after it's done drying. They say to just pull it out and put it in a basket, but I'm not cool with grabbing someone else's underoos and throwing them around, even if they did just get washed. That's creepy. I hate laundromats.

Once the laundry was out of the way, I cut to the real fun, and started up with my second annual birthday migraine. Complete with flashing lights, diminished peripheral vision, huge blind spot in the right side of my visual field, and inability to read due to flashing lights messing up my ability to focus on letters, and all. It's a choice experience, really. I don't know how one guy gets that lucky.

Having experienced the whole flashing lights thing three different times now, I know that even though my head doesn't hurt when the lights start, an absolutely unholy head splitter isn't far behind, so I threw about 1000 mg of ibuprofen at it, along with a few other drugs, and started eating. I actually got on it quickly enough that it never became a factor, and the whole screwed up vision thing only lasted about 45 minutes before it went back to normal. I was kind of tired and goofy for the rest of the night though.

Then, not to be outdone by my older sister, I ate sushi with a bunch of law school friends. Can I just tell you that I officially renewed my love affair with the Philly roll? Man alive, I've forgotten how incredible that is. Whoever thought to combine salmon, cream cheese and avocado is a genius, I say. Genius!! Anyway, after that, I hung around with some friends for the rest of the night, they got drunk for me, and that was about it.

As for my official birthday, I pretty much sat in meeting after meeting after meeting after meeting.... You get the point. Then I got another headache when I got home, so I took a bunch more drugs, ate a bunch more food, followed it with junk food, and then followed it with some really good cake that my roommate's girlfriend made for me. I'm one fat, disgusting slob right now, and I love it. I even have food stains on my shirt, and couldn't care much less. -Oh, and let's not forget when my sister had my nephews and nieces sing, "Happy Birthday, y'old geezer" to me. Thanks Lo, you're a peach.

Anyway, I think the moral of this story is that next year, around the middle of February, go out and buy stock in Advil. It will be a solid investment.

So that was it. Here's to my next 30 years. -Hey, that's got a good ring to it. Maybe I should write a country song...