Feb 25
Vice President Biden, next time just ask Vice President Al Gore. He would definitely know.
Feb 23
Today Dominic told me he was proud of me, gave me a hug and kiss, and then asked if I needed to go wee-wee.
Feb 18
Got a chance to play a course in Pinehurst yesterday with a new client. This is #18, par 4, backing up to the clubhouse, which inside the locker room smelled of rich mohagany and leather bound books. (Note - that’s my ball, on in 2)
Feb 06
Congrats to Duane Hargis on his Grammy nomination! That’s quite an accomplishment!
Feb 05
Tonight I was browsing Tyler’s website, admiring his new website design, yet reminiscing about some old posts he made when I came across this one from August 31st, 2003:
August 31st, 2003
Friday evening, I decided to drive in to Ft. Worth with Katie and her roommate Delia. They had to pick up Delia’s computer and Katie was thinking about getting her hair done. Well, my hair was about a month past due for a cut, so I figured I could get mine cut while I was down there too.
We eventually made it to Hulen mall and soon found ourselves at Regis. Katie had been talking about me putting in some red highlights for several days, so after a short talk with the stylist we decided that I would only be this age once and I should seize the freakin’ day. After she cut my hair with a razor blade, (which actually turned out extremely well), she started splotching fire engine red on my hair. The end result was quite shocking, yet fun. The problem is… the fun ran out pretty quick.
By the next morning I was really tired of it. It looked like some little kid went crazy with a red crayon in my hair. I had to do something about it. So I went up to Wally World and bought a bleach kit. Katie applied it on top of all my red chunks and we let it lighten for about an hour and a half.
At this point, I now had white hair with pink spots in it. This was perfect for the UNT vs. OU game party that I was about to attend. I threw on my hat and we headed out. Leave it to Kilgore to keep something like that on the down low. I probably had my hat pulled of a minimum of 10 times. At least others found joy in my misery.
On the way in I made Kilgore stop at Wally World once again. This time I bought a dye kit for brown hair. We got back home, put the german chocolate cake topping on my hair, and 25 minutes later I was a normal human being. I guess you could say that it was all worth it in the end. But, I know one thing for sure. This is definitely gonna turn into another nickname in the fraternity. That is one thing I have a surplus of in my life.
Miss you more than you know, Pinky. Thanks for the memories.