Nope, not even you bitch!
I was just about to write a full-sized rant about January when I realized wait...it's February. Ok, now we're getting somewhere. I had a lot planned during the first week of the month and...and...wait, the Niners DIDN'T win the Super Bowl!?! Oh dear, I'll start from the beginning.
I'm a creature of habit. In my OCD state (I'm using that as an excuse to cover up my cheap tendencies these days), I tend to go to the same places for everything. That's explains why I've been going to the same shitty hair salon for the past six years. They've even screwed up my hair before but since every stylist in San Francisco seems to be either: a) a way too flamboyant gay man who secretly hates women and has no problem giving them haircuts suitable for high school boys; or b) can speak six words of english and couldn't cut hair to save their lives. (* Side story: the Crow's hair is so thick that he went into one of the "b" labeled places and the woman barely said "what am I gonna do with this hair?" and she kicked him out). So unless you're able to shell out $250 (I am not), you take what you can get. Usually, I let it slide but after specifically asking to keep my length and realizing the bitch cut my hair to my shoulders, I snapped. When she asked how it looked, I actually told her the truth this time and left for good. Not a big deal for most people but I find myself giving the finger to many small businesses in SF these days - I hope 90% of you fail....this is why people to go Starbucks and Supercuts.
Ranting aside, I was able to enjoy seeing the Nerdist Podcast Live at Sketchfest later that night with the always enjoyable Capn Dick and missed taking a picture with/hugging Chris Hardwick....again.
I'll hug you one of these days Nerdist!
This is the third year that we've done this and it's becoming a Capn n' Commander tradition. One of these days I'll have enough money to go to more comedy shows but in the meantime, here is us a the show contemplating nerd things..
Heh heh, we have chins!
Then of course Sunday was the annual Super Bowl Party at the GPS which normally involves drunken mayhem, random Journey singing and Sports! (wait, that's every party I go to damnit)! However, today was very different - the Niners. Were. In. It. Unfortunately, we were too invested in the game to enjoy the festivities. I promised the Crow no fighting this year, so when the woman from the notorious "almost Super Bowl fight of 2012" started staring me down, I simply made fun of how old she was and she eventually left the bar (see honey, clean hands cuz I promised)! Aside from that, a dark cloud enveloped the bar at the end of the first quarter and we all seemed to know it was over.
From the highest highs....
To the lowest lows...this is the remains of the cupcake of broken dreams (sorry Sonny)
I will say this no matter how much it pisses the loyalists off - the Niners played horribly and deserved to lose. It was so bad - the game, the toxic environment in the bar, the depression of the gang. I had to leave, it seems most of our gang at the table had the same feeling. It's sad because in that moment I knew that would probably the last game we would all watch together.
I think the Crow summed it up best when I explained the whole weekend to him later that night: move on! Find different things to do with those you love that don't involve toxic environments, lots of money and bad haircuts. He's right and in the spirit of that, I've decided to start an urban hiking group on the weekends...and buy a new hat. ;)
