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I can’t lift weights without escaping the paparazzi. 

Let me recap the last few days…

Saturday
I went to the annual chili cook-off in Westport with Tom d G, Crowe Dog, B-Unit, & Issac.  Due to financial restraints, I smuggled beers in my shorts and poured them into a cup while standing inside a Port-A-Potty. 

Classy?  No. 

Cost Effective?  Yes.

We drank beer and ate chili from Noon-4:00.  After stumbling home, I watched Ohio State beat Iowa, and then passed out.

Sunday
The morning after drinking beer and sampling several kinds of chilis was not pleasant.  The bean concoctions shot through my colon like a Japanese Bullet Train.

I had to be downtown at 3:30 to setup our booth for the convention, but man, it was an NFL Sunday and the Chiefs were playing. 

I went to Ozzie’s with Issac to watch the first half and enjoyed a couple of frosty mugs.  G-Man picked me up and took me downtown.  He has Rams’ season tickets and it was great to get a ride downtown and avoid the traffic.

I still can’t figure out how you play football inside a dome.  Couple that with the limited number of spaces to tailgate, and you end up with a Sunday, full of Khaki wearing men at a football game, intently listening to the Cardinals baseball game on their portable radios.

I guess they got the last laugh as the Rams won a high scoring affair, and the Cards backed into the playoffs.

I setup the booth and was delighted to see they were serving beer.  I managed to make a few contacts and was happy when the tradeshow floor turned dark.

I took the Metro Link train home, but ended up taking the wrong one.  Once I realized this, I hopped off and called the G-Man to let him know where I was.  He picked me up and took me home.  It didn’t take long for me to fall asleep because I had to wake up at 6AM and get back downtown to the convention.

Monday
Damn.  The alarm went off at 6AM as planned but I wasn’t eager to jump out of bed.  I managed to drive to the train station and guess who I ran into? The racial profiling chick who had issued a ticket to me on Friday morning. 

I spent 10 hours today, standing in a booth, while watching people take handfuls of our free sh-t.

The only bright spot was the hot chick working the booth next to us.  She was a slender, 6-foot blonde, who I usually wouldn’t consider my type.  However, when they started serving beer at 3:30, she was the first in line to get a pitcher.  My kind of gal.

Tomorrow, I have a 10:30 demo, and then another convention. 

Wednesday, I have to drive across the state to estimate the number of pages contained within 190 banker boxes.  Good luck with that.

I read today that President Bush is going to sign the anti-internet gambling bill.  I don’t gamble but find this difficult to comprehend.  I will be unable to bet on a football game with 11/10 odds, but it’s perfectly legal for me to plop down a buck on the state-run lottery where my odds of winning are about the same as hooking up with the hot, slender, 6-foot blonde. 

Man, when I win the lottery…

Benny