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Car Accident!

No, I wasn't involved in one. I just witnessed one!

On my 1.6 mile walk to the metro station this morning (done to avoid paying the metro any money for buses), I saw a three-car accident.

I'm sure everyone was ok! Really!

It went down like this: car one slowed to a near stop, during rush hour, for no reason. (Car had diplomatic plates, so they're not real people.) Old man--who was tailgating first car--rear-ended first car. Another old man--who was tailgating the tailgater--rear-ended the second car/first old man.

It was like 'em dominoes were failing!

The first car/diplomat guy was ok, although he was pretty upset he was going to be late for whatever. The old men were confused or whatever.

So what happened? I don't know, I left as soon as I saw people breathing and stuff. I wasn't going to get involved with a car accident involving some diplomat and three cars that were BMWs/Mercedes/Audis/whatever-the-hell-they-were-they-cost-more-than-I-earn-in-two-years. They're all idiots; each one dumber than the next.

(Before you think I'm a heartless bastard, please note: it was minor bumper damage and everyone did seem ok. They were already getting pretty hot when I got out of there.)

Fantasy Football

OK, good, so like my fantasy football team isn't dead yet. For some reason (lack of homework), I drafted Payton Manning. Yeah that was the fail.

Anyway, by my last count I was up by 10. There is hope after all.

And T-Ha is loosing.

Blogger Update!

I'm watching a Daniel Tosh DVD and writing this on my Blogger IPod app.

I have now entered 2010.

Bienvenidos a Praha

If you're reading this blog post right now, it means that yes, I am still alive and made it to Praha (how the French pronounce Prague) safely. I also understand that using the word bienvenidos is linguistically incorrect since you know that's not really Czech. Also please note that for the next 10 days I will be attempting to blog and those attempts will be made via iPad so there will be many many auto corrects I don't realize and word misspellings and awkward sentences. Bare with me.

Anyways, the 7 hour flight to Paris was a bitch. I ended up sitting in the middle section of this GIANT massive airplane that's built to hold like 400 people. The middle section consists of 4 seats. I sat in between NY and Pee and the other guy that was with us was Louie (a name we failed to put on the list). We spent the first hour of the ride playing monopoly on my iPad. And then since each of our seats was equipped with it's own tv screen I watched the movie no strings attached. Which by the way is a great movie! Other than that I would say in total I got a little less than 2 hours of sleep. I will also point out that I've taken like 50 pictures already and I'm sitting in the hotel lobby now waiting to go out on our first official tour with our group. I'll be back for more.

Au Revoir/Peace Out Bitches

In case you probably haven't heard by now, I'm leaving today for my lovely Euro-trip with the basketball team to Prague, Vienna, and Budapest. Try not to miss me that much. If and whenever I find internet and find the spare time all at the same time, I will be blogging my daily experiences abroad here. Sooo basically if you're sitting at your own cubicle bored out of your mind, you might at well read about what's going on in my European Tankie Cubicle.

Tell me how bad this sucks: last night I was trying to get in some of my last minute packing, mostly putting together my carry-on bag and charging all of my important electronics, when a storm hit and our condo lost power. Fun stuff. NOT. I attempted to still try and pack my things, but we kind of don't have any flashlights in our condo at the moment, and the candles we lit just weren't doing the job. So I said to myself, why don't I just go to bed now, set my alarm for 5:30am, the power should be back on by then, and that way I can finish packing. Well, I woke up at 5:30am, and yeah still no power. So I winged it and now I'm hoping I didn't forget anything too important back at home. I also got dressed in the dark, so I'm hoping my airport attire is appropriate enough for el guapo's standards. We shall soon find out.

We had a meeting yesterday after practice where we learned about the following rules and facts for our trip:

This guy might be waiting for you back at her place.

• If you're ugly to begin with, don't flatter yourself when a beautiful girl comes up and talks to you at night while you're out in public, at a club or a bar...she's most likely a professional aka a prostitute. If she uses the line, "Oh hey big boy, want to come back to my place?" don't be surprised if there are 3 men waiting for you at "her place" ready to beat the shit out of you.
• The drinking age in Europe is most likely going to be 18...but because you are an American, the restriction of having to be 21 is still in place. Even though technically you're not underage in this country, you're still underage. 
• If your suitcase ends up being over the weight limit of 50 pounds, not only are you responsible for paying that extra cash, but you also probably might want to re-evaluate your life.
• Don't be surprised if acts of racism occur while you're abroad. There are people in Europe that hate Americans. If an asshole approaches you one night, and starts spitting political shit about how America sucks and Fuck Obama and what not, be the bigger person and don't fight back. You don't know what these people are capable of. Walk away.

Well I guess that's about it...wish me luck. Hopefully I won't get myself into any sticky situations. That's reassuring. Hopefully the cubicles in Europe will be as Tankie as they are in America.