Sad but True

Monday's "Heart of the City" makes me glad I'm going into the Arts...

Notes

Sorry for the unexpected vacation from the Island. I would love to catch you up with all that has happened since my last post, and I will, soon. But first: I received a note on my car this morning. It was on bright orange paper (which I realized upon further examination, was just a ripped up envelope). It read:

"This is private parking for residents of apartment number ## (deleted for privacy, but rest assured, it is MY apartment number). This car will be towed at your expense, you have been previously warned.

The Management"

This note irked me for several reasons. First and foremost, I LIVE IN APARTMENT ##! So they are right, it is private parking...FOR ME! Granted Lisa's car usually is parked there, but we do both live here. Did anyone miss my car parked in that spot for about a week without leaving...EVER? I had a dead battery and a broken window and my car as parked there all the live long day for seven live long days.

Second of all, I have never been "warned" ...probably because it is MY SPOT!

Third of all, we don't even have apartment management! We have an old Mexican guy who has lived in this building for so long that the my landlord's company feels bad for him and lets him be in charge of the sprinklers and such. Apparently now he's armed with torn up envelopes and thinks he parking-lot-God.

So in response, I taped a note to this inside of my window, along with the sad little orange scrap. Mine was printed (that's right, from a computer no less) on crisp white copy paper. It read:

"Thank you for your concern for the parking of this building. I feel it is my duty to inform you that this car is mine and I LIVE IN APARTMENT ##. Therefore your threat to tow this car would directly go against your previous statement that this spot is reserved for the people who live in apartment ##...Which is ME.

Sincerely,

The guy who owns this car and the guy who LIVES IN APARTMENT ## (We're the same guy)"

Ten bucks says he keys my car...

Bad as I Wanna Be,
Sancho

UPDATE: So Creepy-Mexican-Wannabe-Manager Guy just knocked on by door and humble mumbled that there might have been a mix up and that he probably had my license plate number. My note scared him! He was all stuttery and everything! And the stutter was more than his I-don't-know-too-much-English stutter! I rule! Oh and who wears dark State Trooper aviator shades at 9:00pm? I don't think I've EVER seen him without those. I don't know what that has to do with anything, but it just bugs me...

Changes Abound

So, no doubt you noticed the new color scheme a couple of days back. I bet you wondered why I would ever stray from my green roots? Well, now you know. Behold: a graphic masthead!! I think it looks uber-spiffy. I Photoshop-ed it myself to, dontcha know! Its an experiment right now. Since Blogger hosts my website, I cannot have image files as a part of my template unless they are hosted elsewhere on the web. I have found a couple of places that offer "free" hosting. I didn't have to sign up or give any personal information for this "free" hosting, and I am allowed to link the file right from their server, so as of yet it seems too good to be true. I'm assuming there will be some down-time issues, but we shall see. If this does work out and I can have image files hosted for free, expect a redesign of the site around New Year's or so!

Crossing my fingers,
Sancho

SIGH

It's been a long busy day. Not much to say, but here's a picture of Lisa's dog to hold you over until tomorrow.

An Exciting Day

On December 6th, 2002, I was being a jerk. While out to dinner with some of my friends. I accidentally (I swear it was) insulted one of them and as a result we all got in a big fight and ended up canceling our plans to go downtown to see the Parade of Lights.

So I was alone and bored and had no one to hang out with on a Friday night. In my despair I wandered down to the lobby of the dorm I lived in at the time only to find my friend Lee sitting on the sofa watching the now-defunct show "Firefly" with a rather beautiful girl. At first glance I didn't recognize this girl, but then I remembered her as "Halloween Girl"

Now we cut to the flashback-within-a-flashback:

On Halloween night of 2002, I was without a ride to what was promised to be a very snazzy Halloween Party. Desperate for transportation I hit up an acquaintance whom I didn't really like all that much for a ride. Well, he didn't have one either, but "some girl" he knew would give us one. Well, beggars can't be choosers, so away I went with a car full of strangers.

The night progressed and I was ready to go home. I found the aforementioned acquaintance and asked him where the girl was that gave us a ride. He said he'd give her a call. Moments later she arrived.

Little did I know at the time, she had left the party early, got all snuggled up in PJs and headed off to bed only to have my acquaintance rouse her from cozy-ness to come schelp our sorry asses home. And she did it! Isn't she nice?

We now return you to our regularly scheduled flashback.

Well Lee and Halloween Girl (who were not a couple, I checked) we joining some other people in HG's (Halloween Girl) room to watch Internet cartoons and share in assorted merriment. I didn't have plans, and HG was Really Hot, so I obliged.

The cartoons were funny (that was also the night I discovered Homestar Runner) but I didn't pay much attention. I wanted HG to notice me. Besides being pretty, she also seemed quite funny and entertaining. I was nervous though, the group of frolickers in her room were all men. I had a lot of competition! I believe I started by "absent-mindedly" playing with her hair while she was at the computer. Then I "absent-mindedly" sat quite close to her on the floor while we sipped hot chocolate.

Something I did must of worked. From that night on we became inseparable. HG and I started a relationship by the seat of our pants, love at first sight on a wing and a prayer. And it worked.

Two years later I finally made it to the Parade of Lights, with HG by my side. As I'm sure you have guessed, HG is none other than my girlfriend Lisa, and today is our two year anniversary. I Love You Lisa

If you could only see,
Sancho

Fa-La-La-La-La... You Get The Idea...

So last night was my official beginning of the Holiday Season. Me and Lisa made the trek downtown (to Denver, the real downtown, not "downtown" Greeley) to see the Parade of (not-necessarily-one-holiday-or-another) Lights. As usual, it was full of well lit holiday spirit. This occasion was of particular note, because it was Lisa's first time seeing the Parade. Then we took the 16th street shuttle to go see the also well-let Denver City and County Building

While we were getting our fill of Holiday warm-fuzzies at the City and County building, they were deflating all of the balloons they used in the Parade. It was just sad seeing the cute little penguin drum major getting rolled up like a sleeping bag while Rudolph was slowly melting like the Wicked Witch. We bookended the evening with trips to The Cheesecake Factory, first for dinner, then for (you guessed it): Cheesecake. This was graciously provided for us by Lisa's mom. Thank you!

Today, to keep the holiday train a-rollin' we saw the local performance of A Christmas Carol (the same show and group we were a part of last year) and then we decked our own halls, and now our apartment is all ready for Santa (or anyone else who wants to break in and give us presents).

Our holiday season has officially begun. Oh, and please visit tomorrow for a very special post.

Donning my gay apparel,
Sancho

One Down, Two to Go

The mighty have fallen, I have beaten Jak and Daxter. That's right, I mean the first one, the one that came out like 3 years ago. I know I am not the most up-to-date gamer out there, but what can I say? I wanted to know the story before I resumed the Jak 2 session I started last year (which I will probably restart) and before I ultimately aquire Jak 3. I am taking a break from Jak-ing though and next on the plate is Prince of Persia... yes the first one. I know I am about a year behind, but I like playing catch up. I also like actually beating games, I used to just pay a new game for a while and then start something else and never go back. Now I pick one game and go through it all the way until I beat it, then I usually realize I am done with it forever and sell it to get more games. It's a never ending cycle.

Press Start To Continue,
Sancho

I Have Expanded

As you can see, I offer both Michelin and Bridgestone, and 24 hour service. Why? Because I care.

You're In Good Hands
Sancho

Typing

I used to be so cute...what happened? My dad used to be a hippie... what happened?

Back when Bowl Cuts Were In,
Sancho

Things Are Looking Up

Saints Alive Be Praised, I have working Internet. I can't describe how happy this news makes me. This morning Jonny Fix-It from Comcast came and ended up having to replace my cable modem. Now I have an ultra-chic, ultra-sleet new black Motorola Surfboard, and the best feature is, all of the lights stay on meaning I actually have the internet!

Also as I sit and type, Michael from Glass America is replacing my car's window that was horribly broken by equally horrible thieves. No longer will I have to scrape ice from the inside of my windshield before I can drive. I do have some rather comical pictures of the amount of snow that was inside my car a couple of days ago, that I will post as soon as I get them developed. I still don't have a CD player, but I was able to install the original radio (complete with tape deck, yo!) that came with the car, so at least I have something. Yay for cassette to tape adapters!

There is more good news as I have posted my most current draft of "A Better Moon" on the Notebook. Take a look and leave some comments.

So as you can see, things are looking up. Things at work have even been good. Though I don't (and can't) plan on staying with Victoria's Secret for much longer, that have decided there's not much harm in letting me work out on the floor and help customers. Its a nice change from the claustrophobic confines of the back room and I even get to help crotchety old women by underwear. There are perks everywhere, my friend.

Wow, posting three days in a row. I must think I am pretty cool...

Smile and the Whole World Smiles With You
Sancho