Huggins Out?!?

What is the University of Cincinnati administration thinking?

Do they realize that they are throwing away millions of dollars in booster support for the university and its sports programs? Not to mention the hundreds of thousands of dollars, possibly millions that they will lose from Bearcats fans giving up season tickets and the decrease in ticket sales for UC Sporting events? Which sales obviously would not increase until UC could field a top 25 team, or bring in a big name coach that will boost the recruiting for UC basketball.

After 16 seasons, Huggins has become synonymous with the University of Cincinnati, and he has shown his loyalty by declining offers to coach professional and for other college programs. Again showing his loyalty to his players, the university, and most importantly all the University of Cincinnati Basketball fans, by committing to finish out the remaining 2 years of his contract without the possibility for an extention.

Here is a good blog for some info: http://ucbearcats.blogspot.com

Ca-brew 2005!

Beer, chicks in bikinis, boobies, water, more beer...I got so shit faced as we made it down the river. Most of the time, me and my canoe partner kept trying to get our friend's GF to show us her tittays. Oh yeah, nice rack baby...

I got home and passed out at 8 PM. A good start for re-releasing PB back into the wild, but next time I'll make it the whole night.

PB out!

partyboy is back...

...but it is going to be a gradual transition back to my partyboy shenanigans. So, let's start with Friday. I was going to stay in and rest for an all day binging while ca-brewing with some of my peeps. However in typical PB fashion, I started down the path of a Friday evening binge, that started out with a few happy hour drinks. Some of my friends made it down to meet me, and I ended up getting piss drunk.

After East End, we went down to this bar that has been 3 different names in the past year. Now it is called "The Viper Room". Definitely far from what it sounds like. They did some rearranging and opened up the bar, formerly Spy Club, so that it is ideal for bands to play. I guess? But you would think they would have some kind of rock or punk band...nope they had a band of hippies stinking the place up with their patchouli stink!

Fucking hippies! I hate 'em. All they do is smoke weed, grow dread-locks, and smell up the planet with their non-showering, polluted odor stench, and try to cover it up with that damn patchouli.

Back to politics...or so they say...I mean the politics of what it takes to get a drink in this damn city. too many dudes and not enough hunnies. Not the case at this bar however. The place was empty, so there was no trouble getting a refill at "The Viper Room"...probably b/c everyone ran away from the patchouli stench emanating from the corner or 5th & Plumb.

So, I hurried my friends to finish their drinks to make a trip to Mt. Adams, where we ran into a couple friends of mine and some friends. A couple chicks in from out of town...booyah! Although one was married? W.T.F. is up with that? The two were both hot, and scandalous! We went into Alive1 for drinks, I barely remember a couple of the chicks dancing and making out, which was kewl. Most of the night the married chick was grabbing my ass and PB unit, and she kept kissing me.

Well, being an honorable PB, I kept downplaying her coming on to me. Being as wasted as I was, I was tempted all night long. Especially when she asked me to spend the night at her friend's place, which good fortune for me was just around the block from my house, at about 4, maybe 4:30 am, one of my friends guilt tripped me into being an honorable man, so I said good-bye and walked home. You'd think that would be the end of my night, but about 10 minutes after I got home along comes the married chick walking up my steps. PB time!

Saturday, the big day

I was nevous all week in anticipation of this day. I was so worried about giving a speech to a room full of people.

The wedding was very nice, and short, which was nice, b/c it was the hottest day of the summer so far. I was a great night, but very confusing, mostly b/c the wedding planner was pretty much a moron.

I danced a few times, but it wore me out, so I went back to my bozzing it up.

At this point, I'd like to pay a little tribute to one of the guys that was pretty much the life of the party all weekend. Friday night, he led a saturday night fever dance off, listening to the Boss in my t.v room, until about 5 AM. This guy is a rock star, he kept going until 1 PM the next day, during which time he almost bought a car from our friend's neighbor. The dude got an hour of sleep that day, and made it until after the bars closed. Talk about a trooper! So, in partyboy fashion, I am giving him the "partyboy of the week" award, a special spotlight on my blog.

Party on Mitchell! You are the partier of the weekend, well done bro!

partyboy of the week

Back to the events of the evening...I left the party and went to Stanley's to finish off the night. Not much went on there. We left the bar and went back to another friend's house. There, my buddy kept pulling down his pants and showing everyone his nuts and ass. At one point, he stuck his hand up his ass and began chasing me around the house. I could have killed him. After that, I went back to another friends house and passed out, to conclude the weekend.

- PB out

Friday...the rehearsal dinner

I picked up the couple around 5 and headed to the park which was the venue for the wedding the next day to walk through the wedding rehearsal. That was quick...

We then went to the Orr's house for a nice gathering for drinks and dinner. I was hoping just to drink my dinner, but the groom insisted I eat. He's quite a pain in the ass if he does not get his way, so I put of few scraps on a plate and shoved it down.

After dinner and cocktails, we went to the east end cafe. I was talking to this little hottie trying to keep up a tactful conversation, when this chick I used to date walked in, I got the most evil look ever. It's not my fault she's psycho. I proceeded to get retarded of course, and then one of my friends invited everyone back to my house for the late night. It was late, and I only remember handing out bags full of viacreme to everyone as they were leaving.