Kentucky Fried – My Trip Pt 1

Posted in General Life with tags , on March 19, 2013 by theerivs

Hi I’m back. Miss me. Well the reason I didn’t have much to write about, and what little I did want to write about would of been just me bitching about life in general. Really who wants to read me bitch and moan about my shitty life.

Not this time, I took a trip back down to Kentucky. I went down there in 2005, and I just love the people down there, especially the pretty southern girls, but I digress and will get back to that later.

Journey Begins –

I started my journey in rainy, and cold weather. As I drove down south it stopped raining and started to warm up a bit. As I was driving down, I past countless…countless farms, until I reached a windmill farm. As far as the eye can see were these behemoth windmills, that were spinning in the wind. It was very surreal, and a little disconcerting driving with these moving blades. It’s up there though as one of the cool things I’ve seen in my life. Other then that the trip was uneventful, I listened to music. XM radio was best investment ever, as I drank Monster Rehab Orange. So no danger of falling asleep at the wheel.  I took a dinner break at an Arbys in Kentucky, and their fish sandwiches were pretty good. Hey it’s Lent I had to be a good Catholic boy. In Arby’s there was some Amish chicks, ugly as sin, but I was still ever so tempted to say something, but I resisted. At the end of my journey, I got a little lost. One thing I noticed is in Kentucky, it’s really dark at night, probably because there is no light pollution. When I got to my hotel, it was an ok room, clean, and the bed was sleepable in. I really didn’t do anything first night I was there except I did go to Walmart to get something to snack on, and drink. I was pretty tuckered out so I went to bed.

The Reason I Went –

So I got up about 8:30am, I shitted, showered, and shaved….crap no deorderant. Well I got to get breakfast too, so might  as well stop at Walmart and get some deorderant. It was 70’s and sunny, a perfect day to travel around and sightsee.  When I came out of Walmart, I saw a Cracker Barrel. SCORE! I love that place. So I went there. I got my table. I hear a lovely southern accented voice, “Can I get you something to drink?”  As I looked up and saw the most prettiest waittress I ever saw, I forgot what I wanted…hell I forgot who I was. Few seconds later I regain my cool. So I ordered, and after I ate I worked up some nerve to ask her what’s a good bar in town. She goes the Old Tavern is pretty happening. I asked if she’s gonna be up there, she replied, “I just might”

So I head to Maker’s Mark Distillery  Not really too much has changed, but when I get there they give me a name badge, and a piece of parchment stating that I was an Ambassador, and that they were happy I was there. I go through the tour, and they allow us to taste their new whiskey. Maker’s 46, thus named because it’s the 46 recipe that they liked, and Maker’s clear which is their uncut whiskey…think moonshine. The Clear almost tasted like Tequila, while the 46 was much smoother. Last time I was down there Maker’s Mark was in a dry county and couldn’t give out taste tests. So this was an awesome treat. Then they gave me bottles from my barrel. Let me explain, back in 2005, I put my name on a barrel. When the whiskey is ready, Maker’s Mark tells you and you can go down to the distillery and get bottles from your barrel. So they gave me my bottles, I had to label it myself and it says made for my name is on the bottle. I then had to dip it in the wax myself. Which was pretty cool. I had to pay for the whiskey, but 35 bucks a bottle about, little less. To have your name put on the bottle worth the 8 years I waited. These bottles are going to wait until a very…very special occasion.

I left Maker’s Mark thinking I hope I can make it down again….but the day isn’t over…but you’re going to have to wait until my next post to listen to the rest of my trip..

The Birth of Rivztech

Posted in Uncategorized on December 6, 2012 by theerivs

I was sitting around the other day thinking I could use a little extra cash flow this Christmas. Then I was thinking why not use my skills to garner this extra bread. The only reason I haven’t is really lazinesss. I work on computers all day, I really don’t want to come home and work on other peoples computers.

Then I thought I’ll never get ahead if I don’t adopt a more go get them attitude. I should stop begging for scraps at the table, like a dog. So I started my own website, and got some business cards coming. I’m really going to make an attempt at this. If I fail, at least I attempted to do something. Who knows i might even be a success.


Fuck I’m Forty

Posted in General Life with tags on September 26, 2012 by theerivs

Holy shit I made it to 40. How the fuck did that happen. I must redouble my efforts and drink more.

September 11th, 2001

Posted in Art of Man, General Life, River with tags , on September 11, 2012 by theerivs

A day my generation will never forget, a day that changed America. I remember I was actually on a job interview at Moraine Valley Community College, talk about bad omen. I remember the interview was stopped by this commotion in the hall, me and the interviewer went  out there, and there on a TV we both watched America change, our security as a country crumbled. As some Memes say, Shit just got real.

Of course the rest of the interview was cancelled, and I was kind of in a dreamlike state when I went home. The footage, the aftermath, the stories. All had a surreal effect to them, but a very heartwarming side to it. To see Americans banding together for a cause, no matter who you are, or were that didn’t matter at the time. We were Americans.

The sad thing now is that feeling is lost, we are each others throats over this election, everyone has their own agenda. It’s sad that it takes a tragedy of that magnitude to realize we are one nation, under god.

September 11th, Never Forget…who we are, what we are, where we came from, and where we need to be. God Bless America.

Moving On

Posted in General Life, Philosophy, Pure Insanity, River with tags on September 10, 2012 by theerivs

It’s funny, I always had a special place in my heart for Ginny. It will be hard for me to move on.For the past ten plus years she has been a part of my life in some form or another. She sent me a text out of the blue, saying she was going to post this picture, in the picture it said, ” I was thinking of getting back with my ex, then again I was thinking of taking a shit in my hands and clapping”  How was I suppose to respond to that. I was I that bad of a boyfriend, when her parents kicked her out I took her in, when she needed money I gave her money, when she had any problem, I helped her solve it.  I didn’t beat her, even though she may say I treated her like shit, I gave her a foot massage almost every day. If that’s treating someone like shit, I really would like someone to treat me like shit too.

 When I heard she went on dates, when we were broken up for a short time, then most recently one of my friends saw her out in public all lovey dovey with a guy. Even though I told my friend I didn’t care, I guess it was the final knock out I needed to realize that if I’m easily replaced then maybe I didn’t mean as much to her, as I did . I mean if you loved someone alot don’t you need a little time to heal, and not jump right back into the saddle.

Maybe it’s just me, perhaps I was just a diluted fool. The japanese say you fall down 7 times, you get up 8 times. It’s one thing us Cavelles are good at it’s surviving, so I’ll pick myself up once more, dust myself up, and live my life.

It started yesterday, there I was  at my favorite bar, with my favorite friends in the whole world, watching my favorite football team, beat up a team I hate, at the end I had pretty girls dancing with me, and I was having tons of fun, and sharing tons of laughs. 

Life is good.

The big 4-0

Posted in General Life, My demons, River with tags on September 6, 2012 by theerivs

Well every birthday I do a bit of freaking out. I have real umbrage with growing older. I don’t really want to grow older. Being old to me represents weakness, your body starts breaking down, and when you get to old you become a burden to others…and we ALL know how I hate that.

On the other hand I’m in disbelief I am still alive, and kicking. Even among my older friends from back in the day, they are mildly shocked. I lived a life on the edge. Walking 26th and California at 2am, eating a hostess pie with not a care in the world does take a little bit of insanity.

So the build up begins and wierd strange thoughts go in and out of my head. If I seem wierd or erratic it’s because I’m fucking freaking out over the fact I’m turning 40, and I’m wondering how the fuck I managed that.

Hollow Man

Posted in My demons with tags on August 15, 2012 by theerivs

Monday Hangover

Posted in General Life, River with tags on August 13, 2012 by theerivs

Well for most of the weekend I was pretty good. Friday stayed in played some video games. Then Saturday went out to dinner with my father, and brother. We hung out with him awhile, and then he started crying. He said he was happy. Me and Bro made him laugh again by cracking jokes. It’s hard to see my father cry. He was my hero growing up, larger then life, I feared and respected him. It’s wierd seeing him in this state. It sucks growing old. 

After that I went to a bonfire, it was an old friends birthday it was a nice mellow time. my friend girlfriend made dates, wrapped in bacon. They were fricking good. I am a firm believer anything wrapped in bacon is tasty.We were talking about the changes in our friends lives, and Towelie brought up a point. We are sad because we don’t like change. He’s right part of the human condition I guess. I called it an early evening.

Went to Mass Sunday with my Grandfather, and breakfast. It was nice.  Then I went to work for a couple hours, it was easy. Then I went to a party. There it got a little nutty, a bunch of girls getting drunk, acting fools.  I had a good time, but I left around 1030. I should of been in heaven pretty girls making out on my lap for christs sake. Part of me wasn’t.  I don’t know sometimes even in a crowded place surrounded with my friends. I feel alone still.

I went home, smoked a cigar on my balcony. As I watched the smoke go to the sky, my brain wandered. Did I make a mistake with Ginny? Was I unfair?  I do love her, but why did she have to do those things? why did she try to decieve me?

In the end of the night, I put my cigar out. As the last of the smoke flew up to the sky, I added the days regrets onto the pile, and went to bed…alone.

High School Football

Posted in Art of Man, General Life, River on August 8, 2012 by theerivs

One of the things I truly miss are my High School Football days, even though I hated school with a passion. The practices were rough, and at the time I hated it alot. There are things about it I loved, and still love to this day.

1. The Camaraderie – It was like a brotherhood, which some bonds still remain today. When you bleed, sweat, and cry together it creates these bonds, and whenever I see a fellow player it’s like we never stopped being friends. I remember it was 2-a-day practices in the boiling late summer sun, and we were running an ungodly amount. I was the last of the team to finish, and i thought I was going to die, but there’s my whole team cheering me on, there is no other feeling that I could compare to it…but just awesome.

2. The Recognition – Now I’m not saying I lack in friends these days, but back then I was known for something I did well, instead of being just a guy you see in the bar all the time. Also being in the paper a few times helped feed my internal attention whore. Nothing compares to walking on the field at night, with the lights on, and a crowd cheering you, and screaming your name.

3. The Purpose – I am not really the leader of men, I am a damn good follower. The Coached gave us goals, and I endeavored to reach those goals. Every child I think needs this sort of structure, alas when the structure was gone and I was left to my own devices….let’s just say I went a little nuts.  My Coach wanted me to lose weight to become faster, and stronger, In sophmore year I was pushing 380lbs, by the time senior year hit I was 275 of lean, mean monster. Couldn’t of done that without  purpose that the coaches inspired in me. I ended up winning an award senior year as most improved player.

4. The Aggression – I got to release all my problems and woes on my opponent. The brutality of the game channeled my aggression in a way that was safe. My team was called the Titans, and I felt like one when I entered the battle. Hitting other players with full for force, or taking the blows defending the other players from harm. No matter how angry I was at the world, by the time practice, or a game was over, I didn’t have any of it. I remember at practice though, me and the other biggest guy of the team would square off, and just the crack of us colliding together was deafening, like two monsters of old going against each other…truly epic.

5. The Fun Times – Wasn’t all hard work, and brutality. Had some great times, like when me and fellow football players would goof on each other, or hang out. I remember a bunch of us going to a teen club, and just having a great time, or having one of the players toss a party. I remember a couple of african american teammates invited me to a party, and I was the only white guy there. That was a different experience for sure.

To this day, when I hear someones son is going into football, or is in football, I smile and envy them a little, cause I know it’s going to be one of the best time of their lifes.

Monday Hangover

Posted in General Life, River with tags on August 6, 2012 by theerivs

Well this weekend was quite packed with stuff to do.

Friday we had Free Pizza Friday at JWH. Met up with some friends. Torino, Commando, Tallegdega, Frumpy, German, and a whole lot more people were there, even Jackass’s parents were there. It was nice low-key. I probably should apologize to Frumpy, gave here more shit then usual. She’s like a little sister to me, and how we roll in our family is we tease each other, she got a couple shots in which makes me laugh.

Saturday I had a few bdays to go to, but I fell asleep, woke up about 11pm. Got to one birthday, and did a shot with an old friend. I could not stay too long, had another bday to attend. When I got to JWH, they were there, later I found out they went to another bar and didn’t notify anyone.  Oh well I had a good time, me and Torino hit things hard, and I did a little bar tour, even ended up at Kickoffs, and then to White Castles…Ugh.  From what I hear Torino had a real good day, drinking until 10am. Oh dear.  That’s drinking like a boss.

Sunday came and I was hurting a bit. I had to go to at least one Mass, so I crawled my sorry ass out of bed, and went to the noon mass. I was mildly surprised my Grandpa showed up, I usually ask what mass he’s going to so I can go to the same one, but he wasn’t feeling good saturday so I didn’t think he was going to make it. So it was a real nice surprise.  So after a nap, I was going to go to JWH for one or two drinks and sit on the patio and watch the world go by.

That wasn’t meant to be. Tallegdega, Passion, Sissy, Ice were all there celebrating, Jackass showed up, and even Black Dynamite was there. Yeah let’s just say I passed my one or two quota. At the end of the night, Jackass and me got into a heart to heart talk. There’s not much I could say to take away the pain, the only thing I can do is to keep doing what I’ve been doing, and be there for him.

So I am hurting a tosh today, I’m way out of practice. Overall though I had fun, and I haven’t had that much fun in some time.