Last Weekend of March

What does one do when they've (I've) done just about every time wasting activity there is to do in the area? You know how some people reach the "end of the internet?" (I'm one of those people too.) Well, I believe there are some people (like me) who have reached the end of fun. So, what do people like me do when they've reached the end of fun? They resort to doing crazy shit. Like going to see the PBR at the Savvis Center two nights in a row. Yes my friends, I went back to the PBR on Saturday night. And, for the kicker? I HAD FUN. I'm also not ashamed to admit that.

However, this new fun interest I've stumbled on is only going to ignite the fun fire once in a while. Fellow bloggers, and non bloggers, but blog readers, I need a hobby. I will first list the hobbies I am not interested in. Here they are:

1. Scrapbooking (Nothing against it, I think it's neat, it's just not for me.)
2. Sewing, knitting, crocheting, or anything yarn or thread related (Again, nothing against it, it's just not me.)
3. Collecting things
4. Cooking/Baking (I already do these things really, really, really well and honestly, it's just not fun anymore.)
5. Computers (I've already mastered these. And even though I married a geek, I try really hard not to act like one.)
6. Anything that you think would be geek related. (Like model ships or something stupid like that.)

That's all I could think of. Now, I'll list the things I am interested in, but Chris veto'd because he "claims" that they're all too "expensive." *rolls eyes*

1. Buy a really nice sail boat and sail from island to island
2. Travel
3. Buy several bucking bulls and enter them into the PBR
4. Move to St. Maartin and open up a bar or something
5. Go to Vegas and bet on a lot of events

And, that's all I've got. At least I've given you a starting point. FIND ME A FUN HOBBY PEOPLE! Please. I'm begging you!

Okay, now that you have enough direction to help me get started, I'll move on. I have 20 boxes of Black & Mild cigars that I need to unload. I bought them at Sam's to avoid waiting in a line that stretched back to the back of the store. If you smoke them, and would like them at a discount, email me. Seriously.

Well, I guess you could sum up my weekend by saying that it was full of bullshit. Because technically, it was. There were bulls and lots of shit. Who knew that a little bullshit could entertain me so much?