If you know me at all, you know I often break into random song; anything from Disney musicals, to old school Dean Martin Christmas songs, and yes, Michael Jackson too. I’m a huge fan, even before his sudden & tragic death last week. I was so excited about his comeback tour and had even already bought tickets. He grew up a Jehovah’s Witness like I did, (So did many other famous people; Prince, Venus & Serena Williams, Selena, etc., I’m in good company, LOL), so I felt like I could relate to what growing up might have been like for him a little bit. There are a lot of rules for young JW’s, and having over-bearing parents is sure to add to the stress of the already difficult task of just growing up. I might talk more about my experience as a Jehovah’s Witness youth in a future post, it’s a pretty personal subject though. Last Thursday when the news of Michael Jackson’s death was rolling in, my phone was blowing up from well meaning friends with texts like, “Hey, I’m sure you heard Michael Jackson just died, I’m here if you need somebody to talk to.” LOL. Needless to say, it was a great lost to the entertainment world. He changed the music scene forever, and his influence is still seen in musicians today.
Last night was another crazy night. I was coming down from a crazy weekend of working, partying, boating, and socializing. I think I had been going non-stop for a couple of weeks now, because my body just shut down. I ended up with a fever Sunday night that knocked me out for most of the day Monday. After a day of recuperating on the couch, I got a call from another one of my buddies who wanted to meet up for a quick drink. As shitty as I was feeling, I figured getting out of the house and catching some fresh air would do me some good. I forced myself up, showered, shaved and got ready. Well, one drink hardly ever stays that way, after a while, we had a group of about 10 of assembled at one of our favorite local pubs, Sherlock’s and were knocking the drink specials back like it was the weekend. The night died down and the crowd thinned out. Then someone had the random idea of going to Jaguar’s for some after hour strip-club action. Now, I’m not a huge fan of the strip club scene, but I decided to go with the flow anyway. There’s just something about paying to see a girl strip that I can’t touch. It’s like going to a restaurant and paying to look at the food. You’re like, “Man, I could have just stayed home and myself a snack.” Haha. It actually eneded up being one hell of a night.
However, the last time I went to a strip club, it didn’t go so smoothly… It was the night of one of my best
friends’ bachelor party. There were about 20 of us at The Spearmint Rhino in Dallas, I knew a couple of the girls that worked there, so I was actually trying to behave and was making sure that the man of the hour was having a blast. Well, I think I had just gotten off work and I was in a full suit, which is what strippers kind of look for when they’re working the floor. So before you know, this topless chick is on my lap, talking to me. I was under the impression that you couldn’t touch a stripper, so you can imagine my surprise when we end up making out and she’s encouraging me to have at it. I’m not going to get into too many details, my future wife might read this, LOL. But I’ll suffice to say that things went pretty far. (Disclaimer: I was not 100% sober) After every song, she would ask me if I wanted her to keep going. Of course, I was going to say yes. Big mistake.
After about 5 songs of us making out and shocking the hell out of all my friends, she stands up, and says, “That’ll be $100.” I completely am taken aback. All the other ‘dancers’ shake their head disapprovingly at how she just manipulated the situation. So I reach for my wallet, and mutter,” I thought we were just having fun.” LOL, well I had been buying drinks and dances for the Groom-To-Be, so my cash funds were tapped out. Well that makes the stripper flip out! She calls her boyfriend on the cell, gave him my description and told me if I didn’t give her $125 he was going to kick my ass in the parking lot! I think she raised the price because she knew she was going to get away with it. All the boys chip in, because they didn’t wanna see me get my ass handed to me as much as I didn’t want it handed to me. She gets paid, we close out, and reconvene in the parking lot and start laughing our asses off. But ever since then, I’ve made it a point to stay away from Strip Clubs. Last night went a little better. No angry strippers. Just the way I like it.
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So I came across this competition, “Blog Your Way to Antarctica”, that will send me to Antarctica and all I have to do is write about the trip. I’ll be gone for a month, and I can bring someone with me! Altogether it’s a $20,000 trip that’ll be completely paid for if I can just get enough votes. The competition ends in September, and they’ll be sending the winner out next Spring. I’m starting to get a little bored here in Dallas, and am looking for a new adventure to spice up my life. Help me on my quest to become The Most Interesting Man in the World! Go check out
I can go ahead and mark this one of my list of ‘Things To Do”. After spending almost 3 years growing up in Central America I was able to pick up Spanish and Nicaraguan Sign-Language. Learning Spanish there is pretty self-explanatory, but the Sign-Language part is a little more interesting of a story. There’s a huge deaf /mute population in Nicaragua. See, when an infant here in the States gets a fever, we give it a Tylenol or an aspirin, or whatever it is responsible parents give their kids, LOL, but there, medicine isn’t readily available to the population living outside of the capitol or a few other key major cities. So they’ll end up with a high fever, and without treatment, it’ll end up leaving them without their ability to hear, and since this takes place at an early age, their communication skills have yet to develop. Seeing this when we got there, my brother and I decided to do something about it, having just recently over-coming a language barrier ourselves. (Before we moved to Nicaragua, I couldn’t even go to Taco Bell without an interpreter. LOL)
es and individuals that were scattered throughout the country. The entire process from beginning to end was a rather lengthy process, taking anywhere from 3-6 months. First, we had to gain the trust of the individual and their family, teach them Spanish, how to read and write, the Sign-Language alphabet, then help them to polish whatever hand gestures they were using to communicate into what was to be the new official Nicaraguan Sign-Language. It really was the most rewarding experience of my life. Watching a grown man, who had been shut off from the outside world sign to his mother that he loved her for the first time? I’m tearing up just thinking about it again. I made friends for life with that project. My parents moved back there and set up shop and still remain close friends with most of our old students, who have gone on to live very normal and active lives. I still would like to learn Italian or Portuguese since my aspirations for my career have an International undertone. So we’ll see when the opportunity for that arises.
me and my partner parted ways and I took a much deserved nap. I woke up feeling slightly refreshed and ready to relax with another of my friends. As chance would have it, we actually ended up back on the golf course at 1 o’clock in the morning! There’s this bridge that overlooks one of the creeks, so I picked up a bottle of Italian wine, a pint of mint chocolate chip ice-cream and headed back out to enjoy the beautiful night we were graced with. I saw 3 shooting stars, but for some reason, I didn’t make a wish. I think I already have everything I could ask for; an awesome career, the best friends that you could hope for, I’m healthy, and I’m finally, maybe for the first time in my life, completely happy with myself, just being me. I was feeling rather introspective tonight, so I called a couple of my best friends who are scattered around the country just to check on them. And if you’ve ever spent any time with me at all, you know I often break into song just because. Well I found myself singing Frank Sinatra’s ‘I Did it My Way’. That song MUST be played at my funeral or my 50th birthday party, whichever happens first, LOL. I hope I have a life as full of life as he did. He really did do it and experienced it all. Fame, fortune, friends, (i.e. The Rat Pack), and at the end of it all, he married the girl of his dreams and grew old with her. What more could you really ask for out of life? Tomorrow is another business day, which consists of revising the business plan, the rum label and logo, working on the marketing strategies for the various clubs and restaurants I’m working with, gearing up for a successful art gallery opening of my dear friend and colleague Aralyn, (
Great music, no cover, and incredibly cheap drinks. I’m offering anyone who shows up with 8-10 people a complimentary bottle of Grey Goose vodka. Kind of hard to beat that. LOL. Speaking of alcohol, the rum venture I’ve been working on is starting to pick up steam, I got my graphic designer working on labels and logos, I was able to make progress with the rum company in Nicaragua that I really want to do business with, and I commissioned label art from an extremely talented local artist named Aralyn. She has a gallery opening next Saturday, June 27th here in downtown Dallas at
This Thing To Do has a pretty hefty list attached with it for it to be considered completed, I mean I’m going to have to see lions, and tigers, AND bears, (Oh my!, LOL, I couldn’t resist). The tricky thing is that you have to see them in the wild. So none of this zoo business is going to count. It makes it more interesting. Here’s what I’ve managed to see so far.
Yesterday was an incredibly slow day at work. An incredibly destructive storm blew in the night before and uprooted 35 trees and caused several hundred thousand dollars worth of damage to the Country Club and courses. So of course, there was hardly anyone that came in all day long. Towards the end of the day, me and a couple of the bartenders sit down and start playing blackjack, listening to music, and I get the bright idea to pop open a new bottle of Crown. I don’t know how I got blitzed so fast. I think it was a combination of not having eaten much during the day, and getting like 2 hours of sleep the night before. Either way, after two 24oz styrofoam cups of Crown with splashes of Coke, I found my way to the Locker Room and curled up on a bench and passed out. At work. On the clock. At a Country Club. For two hours. LOL.
So today was another awesome day. I woke up fairly early for it being a day off and Carpe Diem’d my freakin’ day. I added a couple of things to the Shronce International business plan, and spent a couple of hours talking to bottling companies and rum distilleries in Nicaragua and Puerto Rico. I got this crazy idea to start my own spirits line, I think I’m going to start with rum since that would be the easiest for me to break into, growing up in Nicaragua and everything. I’ve already talked to several bars and clubs that I work with here in Dallas, and they said that they would stock any liquor that I sell them. There’s several steps from Point A to Point B, but I think it would be an awesome venture. I’ll keep you posted on any updates.
Afterwards, me and my awesome friend Klara went to the
t I also try to be fairly discreet in this department, so I’m not going to go into a whole bunch of details. The book lists about 20 different positions that you are supposed to be able to do before you can cross this item off as accomplished. Well… check! Haha, if you want some of the nitty gritty details, feel free to hit me up personally. But I think I gotta try and keep this blog PG-13. I recently got a message from myspace that said:
So here you have it! VIProductions and 
