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What Mix got:

Subject: Lodge Bar Happy Hour Details!

Mix:

Greetings from The Lodge Bar Cincinnati!

We tried calling you last week, and left a message on your phone. We were calling to invite you and your friends out for one of our weekend Happy Hour Parties! If you think you might be interested in hosting one (it is completely free to do!), here are the details:

Our Happy Hour Parties run from 5-9pm on Fridays and 7-9pm on Saturdays.

Our specials include:

$1.50 pitchers

$1.50 well drinks

$3 u call its (excludes top shelf, shots, and Red Bull) A light appetizer buffet

As a happy hour host, you will also automatically receive a $10 gift card just for booking with us! Then, as an added bonus, we will give you an additional $25 gift card if you have 10 or more guests! Free table reservations are available upon request. We also have 2 private party areas that can be reserved at no charge for larger groups (such as a corporate happy hour, after work party, birthday party, etc); please ask for details if you wish to reserve one of these areas.

Let me know if you would be interested and might have a date that would work for you and your friends, co-workers, family, etc. If you would like, I can send you a list of upcoming promotions and events to help pick a date.

Have a great week, and we hope to hear from you soon!

Cheers,

XXX

What Mix sent back:

Dear XXX and your fellow Lodge Bar Legions,

I'm not entirely sure how you got my number (or email) as I've never been to your bar, or Cincinnati for that matter. 

And while I will say you have a pretty good deal, I must insist please take me off your list. I won't be able to drop in anytime soon, and generally make it a point to avoid Ohio and its touchy highway patrol officers.

Finally, if you could let me know where you got my contact details, that'd be helpful, especially if it was from an attractive girl. I don't even have a phone number right now (just got back from abroad), so if you could pass that along to her that'd be most appreciated.

Keep those pitchers cheap and affordable,

Mix

Jedi Mind Stuff

I received a counter offer on my very first bid.

To the opium den and the barroom gin

In the belmont chair playing violins

The gamblers face cracks into a grin

As he lays down the king of spades

... but I might not take it.

nomadfest: Malaysia

You've seen it before. Maybe you were there. Maybe you weren't, in which case you wished you were.

Time to rectify that.

Many people are graduating in May, the 5th month of this 2008th year. You're lining up a job now, looking for the seeds of a beau, and wondering which prom king or queen you're going to fuck before committing the next X years of your life to someone else.

There's a lot of prom queens in Malaysia. And there's a lot of ocean.

And so, let this reign as the official announcement of the continuation of this great tradition.

PRESENTING: nomadfest: Malaysia



















It's going to be pretty, but it's going to get ugly.

You'll get there slow, but you'll be drinking fast.

You know it's coming, but you won't know what hit you.

It's run by yours truly.















Since that fateful last night of Badger Passion in August of 2007, Mix Master has taken no part of any party organizing role. Zero.

Until now.

In conjunction with none other than the Bruhaha himself, from May 31 - June 7 the WORLD will celebrate the unexpected graduation of said Bruha and the 24th birthday of Mix Master.

WHY THIS MATTERS

No one expected Bruhaha to graduate this quickly. With a total disregard for societal norms and social pressures, Bruhaha has vanquished his collegiate undertaking and now holds his head high, gazing for the next Dragon to ever so slowly defeat in deliberate hand-to-hand combat.

And who would have thought, in his year; the Year of the Rat, that Mix Master would also have his golden birthday on the 24th of May? This was not unplanned by forces greater than Luck. This was on purpose. This was Fate.

Combining these momentous events, we bring you: nomadfest: Malaysia.




May 31 - June 7, 2008.

All are invited.








The island is completely duty free.

Fly into Kuala Lumpur International Airport.

And prepare to get mentally, physically, meta-physically, spiritually, verbally, illegally, and totally fucked.



















The Dream awaits.

Building it now so I can Maintain it later

And so it starts here, for now, until I find a better home. I've been pushing my thoughts harder as of late, and attempting to pen them with added fervor.

From now on, my major musings will go there, and this shall revert back to a more personal and travel based log.

Out of school a tad early

As you all probably know, whenever my blog loads that arcade game (from a few posts earlier - I'll spare a link to it), it plays that stupid sound.

Jenny and I were out drinking tonight, with fairly heavy consumption.

The game just played its stupid sound as I checked a comment on here. Jenny thought it was her alarm. She shot over to grab it and looked at it all confused, trying to turn it off.

It is 4:14am. A little early for an alarm, I'd say. Probably that dude from Spain all up in her head.

More Firsts at the Gym

Today at the gym, I participated in my first ever exercise-related class. This is where things get interesting.

I jumped in on a spinning class. The instructor is from South America, I think. I really liked him, aside from when he would stop to laugh in sync with the song... this perturbed me because I was in such pain and he could pretend he was laughing.

I'll probably go again. BradyDale served as mild inspiration for this drastic move. But it's not yet time for you all to get concerned. I still haven't created a label for this work-out stuff. At that point...

And as a note, last night at the gym (yea, I was at the gym twice in 12 hours... ladies?), chips started to fall into place for another dance off... but try as "we" might, we couldn't quite reach the tipping point for a full-fledged epic Dance Floor Battle to the Death.

Prior to maintaining Rep, Build Rep

And on the 14th day of his quest to funkify his party of town, Mix Master introduces a Malaysia-fied version of Love...



...and thus was born, the Bowl of Love.

The ingredients of Love version Asia are known, however those of the Original Love, slayer of many a giant, remain fiercely protected by the Mix Master Family and only its inner entourage.