A Dizzy In The Lizzy
(12/06/2002; 11:15am) - Wunter Winderland
Last night was the company X-Mas party. It was in a very swank bar/laounge on 58th called Au Bar. Hot chix walking around in white coats serving hors d'oeuvres (wow, I can't believe I remembered how to spell that), champagne and wine, surly Xena-look-alike bartenders, a dinner which I drank through. I started with 3 glasses of champagne, then 2 or 3 Bailey's on the rocks (that was the point where Benny made a wrong turn), then 3 or 4 Jack-and-cokes. Uh... yeah.
I thought to myself at the time "Boy, every time I mix alcohol like this, I'm sorry the next day."
Yup.
But my hangover isn't all that bad. I nursed myself sober with a bacon egg & cheese wrap, a coffee and a liter and a half of water so far.
After I left Au Bar (with my boss and my bosses' boss) I went to Webster Hall to meet my GF, and, as it turns out, her ex (whose name is also Ben). We danced, I drank water. My GF thought it was cute that I was all drunk. Which is good. It's way better than being pissed at me!
Took a cab back uptown with my GF and I passed out. She stayed up all night doing HW.
Other things from yesterday: bought a loaf of bread and made myself and a coworker fluffernutters for lunch. Yes, I keep Skippy creamy peanut butter and marshmallow fluff on my desk. Went shopping after work at Express, which now sells men's clothes on the upper level. Damn that shit is mad cool. Think of a cross btwn Structure (which Express took over) and Diesel. Then cut Diesel's prices by 60% and you have ExpressMen. Bought a sweater and jeans, spent pretty much what I earned yesterday, if you wanna break it down that way. Dope.
Okay, I haven't done crap at work yet today, my boss isn't even here, He always takes the day off after the X-Mas party. Pussy.
Thank god it's friday, I can't wait to fucking CHILL this weekend! Sounds like a massive video game binge tonight at the HQ.
B out, queasy and sleazy
(12/05/2002; 10:09am) - It seems this blog is the most popular part of melounge
...or something to that effect.
Who knew my existence was so meaningful?
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BAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
I am in much higher spirits today than I have been.
Have chilled with the boys a bunch this week, it was great to see our little poocat alive and kicking fuckin HARD! Have a safe trip back to MegaTokyo, dude.
I am not dying, or sick, or anything. Save for a nagging and persistent ENORMOUS CRANIUM, I am perfectly healthy.
I told my GF the reason for my aforementioned condition (see below), and we will wildly and persistantly attempt to relieve me of my ache in the near future. So that's good.
It's snowing! YAY! I get all excited for the first real snowfall. Wish I was out riding today.
To celebrate I started my day with a hot chocolate with little fake marshmallows as opposed to a coffee.
And, tonight is the holiday party for my company, the first of 5 parties I'm going to in the next 2 weeks. Good God.
Hmm.
It seems that, for lack of anything to complain about, I'm at a loss for words. B out
(12/05/2002; 05:51pm) - It's a Bukaki X-Mas
Far past going-home time. Tonight is the company holiday party. I wanted to go home and change in the hour and a half we have before it starts, but my boss told me that it's a dressy-type party. I originally was going to throw on a pair of jeans and a sweater.
So really there's no point in me going home now, plus I have to get some shit done before 1PM tomorrow so I might as well start on it now.
Hell.
I got to help a power broker revise/develop some copy for a huge brochure he's getting published to sell this "Tower Penthouse" on 22nd street. That was pretty cool because my boss called me into the meeting to help them out. I'm sorta recognized in the office as the one to go to with grammatical and spelling questions. Sorta flattering.
Fun times.
I'm going shopping now as opposed to sitting here in the damn office.
I guess I can't complain, it's open bar and free food.
The only hitch is that my GF can't come- no outside people can. And I have to deal with all these asshole annoying brokers so it's almost not worth it.
B out, spreading holiday cheer up on your sister's face
(12/04/2002; 12:28am) - So everyone get ready for a good hearty laugh
Um, right.
So I got a physical today at my new Dr's office. Right around the corner from work. He's mad cool. I think he had 8 diplomas on his wall or something.
So I don't have tesicular cancer.
I don't have anything.
Save for slightly high blood pressure (136/60, perhaps due to anxiety about my Dr visit), I am perfectly healthy.
So why did (do) my nuts hurt occasionally, Doc?
"Irregular ejaculation."
As in, try to ejaculate more conistently.
As in, my Doctor says that I should have sex more often.
This will come as no surprise to my freinds, who know that pretty much all thru college I had a GF who I would only see on weekends. Weekends were spent fucking. And during the week when thursday or friday rolled around I'd start getting pretty aggro. "Benny, are you pissed because you haven't gotten laid in 4 days?" "YES!@$*&#!!!"
I almost had him write out a perscription for me to give to my GF.
She woulda laughed her ass off.
Problem solved.
Oh yeah, and they drew some blood.
anyone who knows me knows that I loathe one thing over everything else: needles.
I fucking hate needles.
But, like a big boy, I managed to remain conscious throughout.
Fuck I hate needles.
Healthy B out
(12/03/2002; 11:23am) - For the record...
It should be noted that my balls hardly ache at all today. I
A) wanked a lot in the past few days and
B) didn't lift weights at all since Friday.
It is possible that I strained myself while lifting. At the end of my workout I walked by a leg-press machine, which works the quads and glutes (thighs and ass), which pretty much surround the groin. I think I did 3 or 4 sets of 10 reps each, starting at 285lbs or something and going up. My last set was like 315 or 345lbs, which may explain the strain. That's a lot of weight.
Appt with the doc tomorrow should explain everything. As Steph said, don't worry about it now. If it's anything at all, you will nip it in the bud and it won't be a big deal.
(12/02/2002; 10:25am) - an entry. about wanking.
Last night I mentioned my achy ball to the boys and they asked me if I was wanking enough. Well, sure, I said, I wanked today already.
Since then, just to cover all the bases, I've been wanking a lot more than normal and I think it's helping. I'm still gonna call my doc to set up an appt to get checked out, but I will continue to step up the wanking because I think it may help. This ache may also be psychosomatic, which is weird but not out of the question.
(12/02/2002; 01:04pm) - Slow work day, can you tell?
Made appt with Dr for Wednesday, same Dr my bros go to. On Madison Ave, no less. I couldn't believe he could take me so soon. The nurse asked me if anything was wrong and I neglected to tell her about my ballz. I'll tell the doc when I get there.
So I suppose there's no need to worry myself now; if there's anything wrong I can't do anything anyway, and I've taken the neccessary big-boy steps to take care of the problem.
It's so silly; if I have other crap occupying my mind I don't even think about my ball, which leads me to believe there's nothing really wrong.
Another possibility is that you can hurt your nuts by lifting weights that are too heavy, I forget what this is called but it has a name. And I did that on Friday or something so that may be an explanation. I'm going to try to pinpoint that one by lifting lots of weights again tonight. If my nut aches more after that then we've figured it out.
It doesn't even HURT, it just feels funny.
What the hell
this is silly
B back to werk
(12/02/2002; 01:03pm) - Slow work day, can you tell?
(12/01/2002; 07:23pm) - CT, turkey and my nuts
Thought I'd update the Dizzy while at melounge HQ.
Sunday, post-Thnksgvg.
A good long weekend, spent it with friends and fam in CT. Nice to see Dad, bros, sis-in-law, old friends again. Lotsa old friends from HS, getting fucking hammered, driving drunk thru suburban CT together, as we are wont to do.
I stayed sober for the most part, I haven't been big on drinking lately. Saving $$$ and my gut.
Besides all the fun people, CT is boring. I was at a bar called the Spigot with about a dozen friends. At 1:30AM they were flashing the lights, kicked us out by 2. A few weekends ago I went out dancing in NYC at 9AM. Different scene, it's like another galaxy. In CT afterhours are spent at someone's house, drinking more, smoking, and/or going to the diner. That's it. Good luck finding a place to dance or even good music. Oh well.
My baby spent the long weekend sick & working. Poor girl. She's still sick and she has HW to do, sleep to catch up on, and she misses me as much as I miss her.
Other news; my right testicle hurts. Not bad, just achy. Has been for a couple weeks, on and off. With all the occurrances of cancer around me, I'm not going to fuck around anymore. I'm calling my health-plan appointed Dr and making an appt with him tomorrow. This is important. Cancer is uncool and my right ball is achy and somewhat harder than my left.
The only non-cancer explanation I can think of is two summers ago I got hit in the nuts real hard while riding my trick bike at Chelsea Piers. Collided with a rollerblader. Ow. It was swollen and bruised for a couple days.
I'm a worrier too and I think about it all the time. It's sorta driving me nuts, ni pun intended. I haven't mentioned it to very many people, I don't wanna worry anyone else unneccessarily...
Anyway, hang time with the boys.
B out
(11/27/2002; 01:51pm) - Finally! Something fun! No more bitching about dollar$!!!
Yes, the Dizzy has been exceptionally boring lately. I have been exceptionally boring lately. I have been trying to spend as little $crilla as possible and there I have been doing... nothing.
UNTIL LAST NIGHT!!!
Last night Nate flew in from Park City, Utah. He just got a job for the season teaching skiing in the ski school in Jackson, WY.
To celebrate, I took him out to Jackson Hole on 2nd Ave, home of the Stupendously Large, Boner-Encouraging Burger with the Clownishly Small Bun. (SLaBE BuCS Bun) I got BBQ sauce, sauteed onions, some kinda cheese, bacon, tomato and lettuce on my Slabe BucsBun. Nate got some more assorted crap on his. I think there was a vole in there, and some fresh daisy petals, and a D sharp xylophone key. Seriously, they have some insane burgers.
We also drank beer.
Then we went to Who's On First so Nate could hit on the exceptionally cute bartender while we drank more beer, and a couple Jaegermeisters.
My GF joined us there for a spell before going to see 8Mile with a friend.
Nate and I then moved our asses on down to the downtown ("Real") Hogs and Heifers where we proceeded to drink many, many $1.75 Pabst Blue Ribbons and shots of Jaeger. Nate has this thing about Jaeger, as in he orders it constantly, at inopportune times, without asking you if you want any. We love Jaeger but this can be the death blow for other people less accustomed to its nappy goodness. We drank. We ogled the chicks. We cheered them when they danced on the bar. We booed the yuppies (oh, how ironic!). We ran the pool table. We stayed out till 4, and I had to get up at 8. FUN FUCKIN TIMES!!!! The kid's a fucking riot. Last time he came thru (see Dizzy several months ago) we drank with such gusto that Nate stayed in bed until 9 the NEXT night with severe alcohol poisoning. Good man.
We drunkenly met back up with my GF and her friend at an UES diner to cap off the night with Sleepytime tea and tales of H&H. A Beautiful Night. I believe I ranted at the cabbie the whole ride uptown. I have no idea what I said. I think I was funny.
Oh, and I found the best website ever. Look in Treasure or just scoff at my poor web skills and copy and paste the following:
www.mtgplace.com/com/jarvis/product.asp?iService=624
Enjoy, you fucking freaks.
B out