Thursday, October 21, 2004

How to pick up chicks in a bar...


MY GOOCH SENSES DETECT TROUBLE!


MUST STOP THE FIGHT!


MY HERO!


WHAT'S UP?
Okay, I didn't pick up that girl, I met her there and she's a friend of mine. It could have worked, though. This is what you can do when you have too much free time... pulling security cam pics of yourself. Gooch:OUT

Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Saw Van Halen in concert last night. I remember using my Commodore 64's "paintbrush" program to replicate the "VH" logo. I remember the Sammy vs. Dave debates. I remember getting the Diver Down tape for my 10th birthday. And now... I'll remember my friend Marty backstage with the band last night holding his Nextel up to Eddie Van Halen's face and having him say "Hi Gooch."

After the show I gave Michael Anthony a run for his Jack Daniels drinking money. Sober Gooch eats low carb, drinks in moderation, goes for walks everyday or even swims. Drunk Gooch goes to 7-11 at 3am, uses Sober Gooch's credit card to buy Twinkies and hot dogs, and leaves a fucking mess for Sober Gooch to clean up.

Tuesday, October 19, 2004

And also props to Mike P. and to myself for replacing the USB hub, allowing the cam to work again and for incorporating "Gooch out" into my drunken vernacular.

GOOCH:out

Best porn title to date: Weapons of Ass Destruction

Going to see Van Halen tonight. Should only be the coolest night ever. The only thing cooler than seeing the show would be to hang out with the band in a Rose Garden luxury suite prior to the show, which my friend Marty is doing. Sweet.

Ran into my friend Jenn, a fixture in my life about nine years-ago. She walked into Skyland last night as I was going to leave, probably around 9pm. We left at closing time. I think. I had five Red Bull and vodkas last night. I woke up at 6:30am with my heart fucking pounding! It's why I'm up right now.

I'm freezing my fucking balls off. Shout out to Mike Henry, Greg Moore, Lee, Marty, JKAZ, JNAU, the people who make Red Bull, anyone who manufactured the defibrillator that will undoubtedly be used on me sometime today, the people who made the Xanax that kept me from crying like a schoolgirl with a skinned knee yesterday, your Mom, and the people of Canada.