IC Year in Review2010
Looking back on the year that was, I'm trying to compile a list of things that transpired here and amongst the members of IC. Mazur had a daughter. Brown got an MBA and a new winter wardrobe. Lubahn up and left Crowley, though will be forever remembered for his fence eating dog and misspelled family mailbox. Faust got a promotion and longer hair. Bear went to Omaha and came back with great stories. Williams went to Nicaragua and came back with an amoeba. Miller closed in on a degree and jumped off a CR waterfall. Weiss honed in on a professorship and (I think) got himself a novia. Lee Portillo returned to blog (sort of), made some ludicrous claims to running a 48-second 400 meters, and continued to distort water membranes. Matt Chambers continued to drive the biggest truck in Texas, ate only apples for several days, and taught his son how to flip people off.
Did I forget anyone?
Oh yes, that's right. The unprecedented Man of the Year (in my vote), and Event of the Year, was the the return of Nick Butz. The blog was sputtering a little and, like a snark-charged defibrillator high on Mountain Dew and Caribbean travel, Nick Butz reincarnated the IC for a banner year 2010, eclipsing former post totals by the dozens.
Honorable mention for event of the Year goes to Bear's Jewel Post, which resulted in comments that surpassed the century mark.
Any other additions? Chime in...
18 comments:
Butz as IC Member of the year is the right call. The man did more for this blog than Brown did for canvas jackets in 2001.
And you did for Itunes from 2002-2008.
I hate that song now btw...
..no I don't what am I saying?
Great post ADub
- Bear
chamber's bought luke a harley for xmas.
Two other events from 2010.
Which is more Dick?
a) On St. Patrick's Day, the eve of Williams's 29th bday, Adub leaves Brown at a local "Irish" CR bar to go home and heavily pet his girlfriend. Brown finds his way home a little drunk, and is reasonably understanding.
OR
b) Marc Miller leaves a CR bar unannounced, gets into a cab, somehow makes a green transaction AND finds his way back to my house. When we arrive home an hour and a half later, he is begins to climb the outside fence and make monkey noises, causing the alarm lights in my complex to turn on.
Also, it's hard to find my house because my exact address is:
"300 meters south of the Italian restaurant"
+1 for miller. any action involving monkey noises will always get my vote.
brown is a world traveler who can have jihadists eating out of his american hand.
I know when I need heavy petting, nothing gets in my way.
I am voting for Williams leaving Brown as the more dick move. Miller at least found party favors.
Weiss and I were at Lee's apartment during the World Cup. Not a World Cup game- but the World Cup. Weiss likes watching soccer more than anyone here. About an hour before game time, Weiss wanted to pack so he could leave straight from watching the game to the airport. Lee and I got impatient and said we were going to walk to the bar, and he could just take Lee's car and meet us there. When we were 10 feet from the door I asked Lee, "Do you think this is a good idea?" Lee responded confidently, "I don't know."
7 bars later and no standing room available, we ended up at a posh restaurant sipping mimosas with a semi-obstructed view and no Weiss. Weiss, $20 lighter because it is f' impossible to park in a beach town managed to catch the 2 minutes of injury time.
Then I played beach volleyball with Lee's new friends while Lee took Weiss to the airport.
That story just makes me sad.
Portillo is impatient and Weiss moves slow. Thats recipe for destruction.
By the way, it's known as the World Cup Final, and Weiss missed a thrilling 0-0 tie for the first 115 minutes.
1) Why were you able to walk and Weiss was not? It seems the introduction to a car in this scenario was inappropriate?
2) Did Weiss agree to this?
3) What percentage of the IC would have had the same experience as Weiss under these circumstances?
You made him drive to meet you in the 2nd largest city in the United States. I wouldve hated Faust and never visited Portillo again. Both of these might be true.
WHOA. This is a no pussy zone. Weiss is rounding the corner into 30, aka GrownManville and the world fucking cup final is on. Put me on the list of people you hate cause I would have done the same thing to any one of you.
We were not in downtown fucking Los Angeles, Kevin.
And we walked- so it wasn't like he had to get on the Audubon to meet us.
There is enough blame to go around, but no need to end friendships.
Thanks Mazur. You love to throw around the word pussy. Be careful buddy...
Here is what transgressed. I had a flight that afternoon out of LAX and wanted to be showered and packed so I could spend the rest of my day watching the World Cup and cruising the beach because I had already done that for 2 days in a row and I didn't want to get sand in my PUSSY playing Volleyball with Porillo, "Fingers" (one of Portillo's sand volleyball associates) and Faust. Granular Clitoris is not fun on an indirect flight.
Also, I believe Faust and Lee took the cruiser b/c I rode it after meeting up with them but we could have left them at the beach the day prior. Either way I had showered, dressed and packed while watching the first half. My plan was to park and meet Vincent Chase and Faust at a breakfast spot to watch the 2nd half. SO LA right?! For some reason I think the path to drive to the beach takes longer than walking or longer than you would expect. #2 It is a Sunday in mid July and everyone is at the fucking beach which brings me to my next point.
I call Lee to find out their location and he tells me to make a left on a back street and I should have no problem finding a spot a "way's down". After driving to Calexico and finding a spot, I figured this may not work out logistically so I went back to the starting point and called Lee again to see what other options there were. This time he tells me instead of turning Left, try going right down that same back street. You can see where this is going right? Backstreeet's back alright! I'm now farther from Lee and Faust than I was when I was at Lee's apt. NO Fucking place to park anywhere. Lee did however mention that there was paid parking that was closet to the Mimosa bar where they were watching the game. He said he thought it was $5 or so. Out of frustration I paid the required $20 to park Lee's car in said spot in the only available spot at the time which was farthest from said bar.
When I showed up to the bar with 3 minutes left to play, Lee offered me a sip of his half drunk coffee to which I declined. He than asked me what I wanted to do that day,play Volleybal or cruise the beach on the beach cruiser. I than bought him a salad at Trader Joe's which I'm pretty sure is still in his car.
Easy, I was kidding. Mazur does use pussy a lot though
So what's everyones NYE plan?
Personally, I think Portillo is at fault for all of this. Just wait 20 minutes for your friend.
Patience is a virtue.
Pura Vida!
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