Justin Verlander pitched a good game? Holy shit!!

Some of you may know, Mr. J. Huges invited me a baseball game yesterday, featuring my favorite team and my least favorite team, aka Detroit Tigers vs. New York Yankees. This wasn't any normal "Hey, lets go get bleacher seats and smuggle in some booze and get shitfaced" baseball game, Huges and his manager at work, Katsuko, were given these tickets by the man Carlos Guillen himself. 28th row, right behind home plate. Yeah it was nice.

So, on to a summary of the game itself. Verlander pitched an absolutely BEAUTIFUL 7 inning game, giving up only 6 hits and no runs. The Tigers eventually ended the game, 4-2, giving the Yanks their 4th straight loss. I personally believe its much deserved, after years and years of douchebaggery on Yanks fans. That just about sums up the game. Now on to the fun part, what happened at the game!

We went with Huges boss, Katsuko, who is an old asian lady. She also brought her old asian lady friend, whose name I did not catch. Apparently, they are gambling buddies and well, they get pretty excited at baseball games. It was pretty amusing. The non-amusing part was the crowd of shitfaced broads behind us for the first five or six innings. Holy shit, you couldn't even count on the tortured soul of an old slave to provide this much banshee-like wailing. Not to mention the 40-something mom incessently mentioning how shitfaced she was, but she needed another margarita. Besides them, the usual fare of rich kids with a lot of money, blue collar families enjoying a night out and really large, kind of older men with large tits. Nothing new.

Afterwards we decided to head to Royal Oak, in hopes that a female John had met the previous week would come join us for an alcoholic beverage or two. We settled on Lily's Seafood, since their microbrews were only $2 on Mondays, she settled on "going to bed" yet texting him until something like 11:30 or midnight. We had one, decided we wanted cheap food and decided to hit up TGI Fridays with some awesome coupons for happy hour. We had a 1 cent appetizer coupon and a Buy One Entree Get a Second for $1 coupon. Not bad, right? Can't say the same about the food. They only make their burgers medium-well. What kind of a hamburger hating company is that? What the fuck? Do you only do your steaks well? Fuck you guys. I'm not going back to abuse my coupons, I'll eat ramen instead of your 'medium well' bullshit. (the title image is from the wall on TGI Fridays, it basically describes them very well)

So, that was my Monday. It was semi-exciting. I don't think I am doing too much this week, until Friday which is the First Day DVD Release Party at Luna. Then Saturday is stupid-ridiculous italian dinner night at Angelina's. Then Luna again. Exciting, huh? The week after has more fun in store though, I promise!

Keep it fierce kids!

Motz

Bonfire status: "Hahahaha yeah right!!" -Mother Nature

So Mother Nature has told us bonfire goers to fuck off this year. How you ask?

A giant fuck-off sized puddle of water we lovingly refer to as "Lake Motzenbecker".  Difference between a normal spring, however, is that the afformentioned fuck-off sized puddle of water usually disappears in a week or two. Meaning its usually not 30 fucking feet big. I apologize for the inconvienance, but if anyone can help me figure out of a way to displace a 30 foot lake, it'd be greatly appreciated and would be repaid with large amounts of PBR.

til next time, tater tots

motz

a summary of my history as a human being

Be prepared for this epicly boring tale! I was born to Trudi and George Motzenbecker in April of '84. My life was boring. I spent my summers up north, around Torch Lake, and spent the rest of my time in Troy. In short, nothing notable happened in my life until about the time I turned 21, when shit started going haywire. About the time I turned 21, I was coming out of my shell as a ridiculously quiet, shy hermit who had next to no friends. These are no lies, my friends, I was a hermit.

About halfway through my 21st year of existence, I got back in touch with a good friend from high school, Mike Pierce. We started partying. A lot. Then John Hughes (henceforth referred to as Huges) came home from MSU and shit went wild. Since then, my life has been a haze of partying, meeting new people, doing somewhat unintelligent things, all the while working a shitty retail job. And here we are today, I'm 25 with an amazing group of friends that I wouldn't trade for anything in the world, still working the same shitty job and trying to get my life going in the right direction.

While I will mostly be posting about awesome partying adventures and the things that I do, some it might be some boring whiny crap about my life, which I will tag properly so you can skim over it, say "I'm sorry, I hope things get better" and then I will smile a bit and get over myself and the world will generally be a better place. 

See you soon, space cowboys!

motzenborgen

well hello there

I always promised I would never start a blog. This will basically be a place to document my adventures, a place with photos and stories and stupid shit like that. Soon, I will write a brief history of how I got here, a painfully boring tale that really doesn't get interesting until I hit 21, basically! See you soon, space cowboys