Okay, so last night I wrote this long blog entry (first one in a month) and now it's gone.  If this happens again I'm going to want my money back.  Er, wait...nevermind.  I'll try to recreate last night's masterpiece, but it's just not going to be as long.

First of all, I hope everybody had a nice Christmas and New Year, and Levi, I know you enjoyed Martin Luther King's birthday with the rest of your people.  I celebrated Kwanzaa with my family and a whole host of other white people by watching Blazing Saddles and eating a huge meal, consisting mostly of pork products.  I was lucky enough to visit Montana for a week or so, celebrate the holidays, and be a part of Cale and Katie Marthens' wedding in Red Lodge.  I made it to Bozeman on my way through both directions.  If I didn't see you, I didn't want to.  That's not entirely true, but damn close.

Go Coons.  Off to round three where they will play the Vikings...wait, they suck.  But not nearly as bad as the Broncos.  Fag.  How did the Vikings make it as far as they did?  I guess the beginning of the season carried them, but Mike Tice has to figure out a way to make his team play well all season.  Keehr has gotten me to like the Queens a little bit, but that team drives me nuts.

Rumor has it Montana is a little chilly this time of year.  I won't talk about the weather here in AZ, but let me just say I'm headed to the store when I finish writing this to buy sunscreen and Corona.

I got up to Vegas last weekend to spend some quality time indoors, drinking lots of free Canadian Club and waters, watching football, eating at the shittiest buffet in town, and inhaling lots of second-hand smoke.  I did visit my new favorite bar of all time, however.  I don't even remember the name, for some strange reason, but it was on the top floor of Mandalay Bay.  You could see for miles down the strip and beyond in both directions, and there was actually a patio where you could sit on these huge benches that were basically couches.  Oddly enough, the employees of this club were quite attractive women who were paid to be nice to guys like me.  Of course, the $25 cover is somewhat of a deterrent for returning, but the experience was nice.  I met Charles Barkley in the MGM Grand and actually hung out with him for a few minutes.  I think he thought he new me, because I called him Chuck and he shook my hand and said "War Eagle".  He's a big man, and he was shitfaced.  I know those two things make him John's type, but John wasn't there, was he?  So anyway, Chuck had lots of chicks following him and I couldn't even peel one of them off.

Okay, it's 80 degrees outside and I'm writing my blog.  This has got to stop.  If you want to know more, call me.  I'll be drinking Coronas on my patio.  Oh wait, I wasn't going to talk about the weather.  Sorry