Monday, October 3, 2011

Amanda Knox Free to Bang (Possibly Murder)


Hey, remember Amanda Knox?  The Seattle-area exchange student that was imprisoned in Italy for murder during a menage a trois, or gang bang, or something like that?  Well, her guilty verdict was just overturned and she will be free.  Get a load of this: yours truly, Big Ran, has a friend in Seattle that knows Amanda and her family!  How about that!  Maybe the takeover could get an exclusive.  I think if KC and I dig deep we could come up with like $7 and some coupons.  Although, KC is now a Hall of Famer, so that could carry some weight in the negotiating process.

Here's a link to the story, I'm not staying late to go over the details:  http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2011/10/03/501364/main20114867.shtml

Peace out, homies, and remember, if you're gonna have a gang bang, don't kill anyone.

-Big Ran



The Big Easy


The first stop on my four state odyssey was New Orleans, Louisiana.  Now, I had been pumped about this trip for a long time for a few reasons.  One, I hadn't been to New Orleans since I was a senior in college for the NCAA tournament.  I was there in March, it happened to be 88 degrees, our hotel had a rooftop pool, was in walking distance of Bourbon Street, and I was 21; pretty much the perfect storm of sloppiness.  We were there four days, three nights, and didn't leave a second too early.  On the flight back, the flight attendant kept bringing us Gatorade without even asking us if we wanted them and she gave us a bunch to pack in our bag for the rest of the trip.  Mother Theresa ain't got sh!t on her. 

Secondly, I was going with a few people in my office for a conference, so it was going to be a good time.  Three of us flew Jet Blew down to New Orleans, so I am totally planning on rocking that Direct TV for the entire flight - no book, no magazines.  Big mistake.  As soon as we board, one of the flight attendants announces that the TVs aren't work, and I let out a rather loud/aggressive groan.  I was bullsh!t.  To Jet Blue's credit, we got a small credit for a future flight.  I would have rather had the TV.  Well, I proceed to not speak to my co-workers the rest of the flight and sleep most of the way.

To cut to the chase, our staff went out to a classy dinner, had a few drinks, then hit up Bourbon Street.  Now, two of us had been to New Orleans before, so we wanted to introduce them to hurricanes at Pat O'Brien's, the bar that invented the hurricane, which is a unholy mix of every alcohol you can imagine and a bright red fruit mix.  Let me tell you, if you suffer from acid reflux like I do, DON'T DRINK HURRICANES.  God damn, these things killed me for like a week.  

We end up heading to a few bars with a big crew, keeping my boss out until about 1am (a time I don't think he's seen in 10 years, and others until about 2am.  Now, I am sharing a hotel room with my boss because the conference was bringing a huge number of people to the city, but still a bit of an awkward proposition in a city like New Orleans.  I get back to my room around 3am and try to open the door, only to discover that he has closed that dead bolt/security latch thing.  F*CK.  I wait 30 seconds to see if he wakes up, then I try again.  On the plus side, it is impossible to push that latch open from the outside.  On the negative side, I am wondering where I am going to sleep.  Finally, he rambles over in just his boxers, apologizing for locking me out.

About four hours later, I miraculously wake up because I had set my alarm for 7pm rather than am.  I take a quick personal inventory and realize that I am not hung over, but that is only because I am still pretty drunk.  However, I figure, if I don't get in the shower now, it's never going to happen.  When I get out of the shower, my boss says the following things to me:

"How are you awake and moving right now?" A: Because I am still drunk (didn't actually say that).

"I am never going out with you and Amy (my co-worker who can hang) again."

"Do you have any asprin."

Loved it, loved it all.  On top of that, we go to breakfast and he couldn't even look at food.  So, ultimately, I looked like a champ because I was ready to go at 7am after getting in at 3am and he felt like a truck hit him. What I will go to the grave with is that when he left later in the day for his flight back, I crushed a nap in the room, skipping part of the conference.

The tough part about a conference in New Orleans is knowing a ton of people there and having such easy access to Bourbon Street.  All I wanted to do that night was sleep, but that, obviously, wasn't an option.  My body can't handle consecutive nights and I had three hard ones.  I couldn't wait for the rest of my trip when I wouldn't have to go out with anyone.  Socializing takes a lot of effort when you're inflicting that much damage to your body.  The lesson here?  Don't get old.  Maybe stop at aging 26, that's possible, right?

A couple notes to add before wrapping up:

Watch out for trannies on Bourbon Street.  And, if your into trannies, definitely watch out for them, I won't judge you.  I also saw a woman in a piano bar that could have been Ozzy Osbourne.  I mean looked just like him, I couldn't stop staring at "her."


As I was heading back the first night, I saw a dude walk up to a woman and ask, "How much?"  She said, "$40."  He then proceeded to hand her two $20 bills and lead her into an alley off of Bourbon Street.  Woof. 

-Big Ran

Oh Snap, Guess What I Saw...


Not a fella tongue-kissing my girl in the mouth, but four states in 11 days on a business trip.  On the surface, these trips always sound awesome to the people who don't have to do them, because I got to go to New Orleans, Milwaukee, Chicago, and a small town in Indiana.  Yup...Indiana.  By the way, Indiana is everything you think it would be and absolutely nothing more.  Have you ever seen Parks and Rec?  Exactly that.  Milwaukee, incidentally, is one of the most underrated cities in the U.S.  So, I'll bust out a few of the better stories I have from the last week and a half, because, well, why do all the work that piled up while I was gone?

-Big Ran

PS:  We may have to discuss KC Jones being inducted into her work place's Hall of Fame.  Seriously.