Saturday, November 02, 2002
I sent Yak Crack in Red Rocks today on my last climb of the day. 11d. Sadly, on top rope. Now I'm pissed I didn't lead it. I have not flashed a route that hard in over a year. I guess I still have some climbing juice after all. I'm gonna have to go back and send that thing on the sharp end. Unless today was just some cosmic climbing fluke, I should lock that baby up within three attempts.
Jim Parisi
Friday, November 01, 2002
Off to Vegas baby. This is the fourth road trip I have taken with someone I hardly know. I went to Peru with a group of friends I had never met before, Africa on a one month blind date (sort of), Rio with a girl I hadn't seen in five years and only knew from three days in Cuzco, and Yosemite with a young lady I had met in a store in Vancouver. Tonight I'm driving to Vegas with climber who found me via the internet. I also went to Mexico on one days notice and no itinerary with just a backpack and a bodyboard, and took off for Hawaii a few years earlier in much the same fashion. Life is just full of grand adventures. If you don't hear from me by Monday I have either been married by an Elvis impersonator and am having my honeymoon at the at the Star Trek Experience, or I got dropped off a rock and am bleeding at the bottom of a cliff, or she turned out to be a 350 pound ex-con serial rapist and I'm tied naked in a basement somewhere with the new nickname, "the bitch".
Jim Parisi
Thursday, October 31, 2002
I might go to Vegas tomorrow. I haven't been to Sin City in over a year, and the sandstone in Red Rocks sounds really appealing. This clearly solidifies my reputation as a geek. I'm excited about Vegas not for strippers or gambling or dancing or carousing or debauchery. Nope. I'm looking forward to hanging my skinny little ass off a big red rock. I'm hopeless. And I'm quite OK with that. Gary can make it so I have a confirmed belay partner. Plus I got an invite to ride along with a crew of local ladies heading out for a birthday party. Raise the roof and climb the walls. Sounds like a good weekend combo to me.
Jim Parisi
Wednesday, October 30, 2002
I developed an old roll of film today and came across this last photo from our trip to Arizona.
((Sigh))
It's been almost two months. And I still miss her.
Jim Parisi
"There are two sure-fire ways to get a woman into bed. The problem is, I don't know either of them." by Tom Sims.
That cracked me up.
Jim Parisi
Tuesday, October 29, 2002
Blogger is tossing a password protect option up whenever I click a Blogger powered site. I gotta figure out if I have to do something to turn that off. It doesn't seem to prevent people from accessing my site, but still, it's annoying. And I'm too tired to be annoyed. I got up this morning at 5:30. Catch the 7:40 flight. Got back to OC at 8. At the gym till 9. I'm beat. Time for bed.
Jim Parisi
Monday, October 28, 2002
The Angels won the world series. Can you believe it! I have been here for almost ten years, and the plight of the Angels has been a near constant theme in OC. It was exciting to watch the game on TV last night. I'm actually glad they pulled themselves out of a 42 year slump. And I'm glad to see new blood in the championship. Although I did crack up when I saw a sign on a car in San Francisco that read "rally monkey tastes like chicken". Come to think of it, all three of my home teams have won the World Series three years in a row. Yankees in 2000 (I was born in NY), The Diamondbacks in 01 (I grew up in AZ), and the Angels (I live in OC). I guess that's cool. And SoCal is having a pretty stellar sports year. We currently hold the titles for the NBA (Lakers), WNBA (LA Sparks), MLS (LA Galaxy), and MLB (Angels). The Super Bowl is next! Yeah! Go team! Go...uh...wait a minute.
Jim Parisi
I was a magic eight ball for Halloween. I wore all black, shaved my head and painted a big eight on the top of my noggin. I handed out fortunes to people all night. The first thought was to paint a big target on my chest and go as a resident of Maryland, but that was just too poor taste even for me. But with all the naughty Catholic School Girls running around this Halloween (there were five between the two parties), I think I should have gone as a priest. Without pants. Maybe this weekend if there are any more parties to attend, I'll sport the collar and the boxer shorts. That's the best part about Halloween as an adult. Women (even the most conservative) embrace their inner bad girl and slut it up for just a night. I can't count how many bad school-girls, naughty nurses, hookers, fem-bots, and cat-women were out and about on Saturday. Always a good night to be a man.
Jim Parisi
Sunday, October 27, 2002
I need to sleep. No post for today. Sorry kids. I'm beat.
Jim Parisi
