We went to another live Ring of Fire mixed martial arts event at the Broomfield Event Center last night.
Here are a few notes:
- We were part of the posse for the wife of the main event title holder, Eliot “The Fire” Marshall, by way of a friend-of-a-friend relationship. This turned out to be both awesome and stressful. Can’t beat the seats.
- Bossman and I made $1 bets on each bout with the loser picking the next fight. I lost $4-5.
- There were three female fights on this card. They were scrappers, too. I think the “Karate Hottie” should have to change her name since she lost.
- Most of the fights didn’t make it past the first round. One that went the full distance ended up 29-27, 27-29, 28-28. In Colorado, though, the 28-28 judge has to actually pick a winner… Weird.
- I’m still tickled that Brothers BBQ caters the “VIP” tables. They also do a pork sandwich toss (in which the ring sluts and some Brothers folks literally throw pork sandwiches in paper bags into the audience). Awesome.
Continue reading ‘Ring Of Fire 31: Undisputed’
Check out the big funny on Rod!
My favorite part is the little bio line: “Rod Hilton is a writer and, in his spare time, he enjoys tearing Hollywood a new asshole over at The Editing Room.” What’s the matter Rod? Don’t want the masses to know you’re a computer programmer for a living? I see how it is… 
Hey, so yesterday was the third anniversary of my being able to call Hezzy “The Wife”. (Later in the month is the twelve year mark for our couplehood, however.)
It being the glass/crystal/leather anniversary, The Wife asked for a new shiny LCD HDTV.
I like her.
Well, really there’s not much to report.
The drive to Vegas went quickly and easily. We literally did nothing in Vegas — In fact, we we most excited by the fact that the Luxor has two Starbucks. Party animals we are not.
The second leg of the drive into Los Feliz also went without a hitch. From then on it was just the usual sort of “hang out with Chris, Kate, and Chowda” sort of scene. Highlights as I remember them:
- Best of all, we got lots of quality time with Scot & Matt. We love those kids. You might recognize Scot. Thanks to both him and Kate, I have a Bacon Number of 3!
- Casa Bianca has the best sausage pizza I have ever consumed. I am curious as to whether it’s the sausage or the pizza. I cheese pie trial needs to happen someday.
- The Museum of Jurassic Technology is supremely weird. A must see if you’re in LA (and like weirdness).
- Friday poker: In spite of playing like an idiot (and in doing so, pissing Scot off a bit when I rivered and ace to beat his pocket kings), I managed to finish in second place. I had a chance to do better than that, but Matt’s crazy enough that I shouldn’t have tried to scare him out of a pot by going all-in with ace-high.
- Saturday was Chris’ birthday cookout/party in which Chris ended up doing all the cooking… *shrug* Staggering amounts of Guinness were consumed, and I got to see some of my favorite people.
- The Wife and I hiked up to Griffith Observatory a couple times. It’s a steep little hill, let me tell you!
- Lots of dining out, but not as disastrous as usual. Though, we totally had to hit Tito’s Tacos.
The drive back was fairly ordinary except for a crazy huge moon we saw rising over the Utah desert.
Today, when I came back into work, I found a strange Japanese swan phallus thingy on my desk. Thanks to Miracle Ed, I now get the reference, but nobody here has owned up to actually putting it on my desk…
Random, unrelated crap follows … Continue reading ‘Trip Report and Other Junk’
Just when you thought posting couldn’t get any lighter here at the ol’ Blah and Stuff, LLC, I’m here to tell you that it will do just that.
Time has come for The Wife and I to bundle into our Honda Civic and hit the open road to that glittering city known as Los Angeles for our annual road trip to see The Brother-in-Law and Auntie Kate. This time around it looks like we’ll have extremely limited access to teh intarwebs, so the best you’ll probably get out of me is a few tweets and some goofy pictures (both of which I can do with my cell phone, you see?).
For the record, my fame spotting abilities are next to useless. In all my trips to LA I’ve only seen the back of Zach de la Rocha outside Fred 62 and Melissa Joan Hart at the Suss yarn store. And those were only because somebody else pointed them out. I have hope, though — the last episode of LA Ink showed Corey Miller discussing his impending vasectomy with his wife at Home, which is right up the road from Chris & Kate’s house. Maybe I’ll get to take a blurry phonecam pic of Kat Von D or my current tattoo TV crush, Hannah Aitchison, while I’m there.
We leave at the crack of Sunday, stop over at the Luxor in Vegas for a craaaazy night of not-doing-anything-in-Vegas, and arrive in Los Feliz on Monday sometime after grabbing that first In-n-Out burger and strawberry shake in Barstow. Plans are to leave LA on Wednesday, the 26th, in order to have plenty of time to decompress and do stuff around the house before heading back to work on October 1st.
We’re very excited. Updates as they are possible.
I’ve been scanning and posting a few rock climbing pictures from my days in Massachusetts (and a few from here in Colorado). There are some great shots of me and my friends from those days (most notably Miracle Ed and Hanh).
Makes me wistful.
And a bit depressed… As Ed put it to me “You should get skinny again. You were pretty.”
As of right now, the notions of getting skinny and getting back into climbing are almost a chicken and egg proposition… Nothing to it but to do it, right?
(Did I mention rock climbing is how I seduced my wife? It’s somewhat true.)
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