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Beep beep! Your boy is back in the building. Ice down the servers because it’s Monday, and that means it’s Micah Monday. We missed last week due to the holiday, but it’s time to get back to business as scheduled.
Let’s get to this weekend, shall we? Mine was lit!
Last week was a stressful one following Memorial Day Monday. It ended great, tho. I had a great Friday afternoon meeting with our friends at Onnit. Very exciting announcements coming soon concerning your boy, Grandex, and our friends at Onnit. Exciting stuff!
Anyway, the meeting ended around 4, and I WedFH the rest of the afternoon. Booboo and I decided to use the opportunity to catch a little hh. It was a good decision! We went to Juliet and I had an Americano. This drink contained ruby red vodka, Campari, sweet vermouth, and soda. It was delightful. I wouldn’t classify it as a weak cocktail, but it sure was a good cocktail. I also had some hh meatballs and a delicious octopus dish. Don’t tell Liv.
We spend the rest of the night back at the casa watching the perfect couples show, All or Nothing with the Dallas Cowboys. Spoiler alert: the Cowboys miss the playoffs and the Ivy-League educated ginger coach does seemingly nothing. Quite compelling tho. Jon Hamm is the narrator. Did you know Jon Hamm has a huge penis? He also got kicked out of the University of Texas for leading a pledge around by his balls with a hammer claw (not a dick joke). That pledge later got lit on fire. Smokin’! Lit, on fire. For real! TFM!
Saturday, we took part in our favorite new Saturday morning ritual, The Saturday Swim. First we went to Deep Eddy Pool (yes the namesake of Deep Eddy Vodka). I sent out a couple of pics of a majestic and empty pool, and bragged about how we got there before the children and had the entire pool to ourselves. Turns out, the shallow end of the pool (the lap pool side was open) was closed because it wasn’t all the way full. The gf was about to step in when a lifeguard whistled at her to stop, “that side is closed!” She sat down on the edge of the pool and tried to act like she was just planning to take a seat all along. It was hilarious! She’s a rule follower and you could tell she got childhood flashbacks when whistled at. Haha!
Eventually another guard came around and told us it was gonna be a while before it was swimmin’ time, so we left and went to Barton Springs Pool instead. Turns out, Saturday was the annual “Free Swim Day” at Barton Springs. Nice. This made me quite happy, especially considering I had already paid to get us into Deep Eddy and paid to park at Zilker Park.
For those asking, yes, I did invite Dillon Chvererererere to join us as I said I would on Touching Base. Unfortunately, Dillon didn’t realize we we’re serious about early Saturday Swims. He wanted to go, but later in the day. Sorry pal. Got big things poppin’ my dude!
We stayed about an hour, then we ran an important errand. We hit up my local monogram shop of choice, The Party Cat. It was there that your boy just went STYRO! I picked up 250 of the super-dope styrofoam cups seen below. They feature my personal brand on one side, and the GF’s initials in monogram form on the other. For the tree-huggers out there, yes I understand styrofoam is bad for the environment, but no, I don’t care. 24 ounce styros are the dopest drinking vessel out there, bar fuckin’ none. That said, I did confirm that these cups are styrofoam #6 and are allegedly recyclable, so fear not, you patchouli-smellin’ hippies.
After the Party Cat, we ventured back to the crib, where we put together some furniture and basically held it down. At 3:30, we went to Hank’s for another hh. It was wild-ass hot this weekend, so we stayed inside. Hank’s is a new restaurant, and it’s got all the basic girl greatest hits. Frosé? Check. Rosé on tap? Uh huh. White marble with gold accents? Yep. Succulents aplenty? You betcha. They even had a frozen Paloma cocktail. OMG, it was a delight. And a steal for only $5 at hh. Again, don’t tell Liv, Booboo drove, so your boy got lit in the afternoon. We split some appys including a killer jalepeno and cheddar venison sausage plate with house-made mustard as well as dish of grilled vegetables. It was okra and cherry tomatoes with a garlic aioli. Wow. A killer, and inventive twist on these traditional summer vegetables. Hank’s was good. Affordable too.
We went to a local bar nearby and watched some college baseball with my friend Ferrigno. Texas whipped the Aggies. Jon Hamm was probably a little bit proud, but would have been much happier to see our Missouri Tigers advance. M-I-Z, Z-O-U, forever (wait for the end of the video).
I was super tired. I fell asleep early and that is all I have to say about that. On to Sunday…
I woke up at 7 in the morning since I went to sleep so early the night before. Guess what I did? Got my motherfucking soak on, son! Like Metro Boomin’ and Ric Flair once said, “Woooo!” The new apt has not one, but two bathtubs. Hell yeah! It’s been a while since I’ve had a good tub (as the poolhouse only featured a stand-up shower) so I’ve been enjoying the hell out of getting a soak in my own home. Booboo was still asleep, so I took my sweet time and rested my sore muscles in an epson salt-fueled soakfest. Turn on the podcasts, light up the candles, turn out the lights– let’s fuckin’ go!
After I got my fill in the filled tub, I decided to make some breakfast for myself and for the lady. I sautéed some onion with some leftover grilled peppers (shishitos!) and a bunch of kale. I also fired up my newest appliance, an Air Fryer and cooked some sweet potatoes. They turned out pretty good. Not really an easy potato to fry (or air fry, I guess) but I enjoyed them none the less. I also scrambled 5 eggs, warmed up some Central Market Mixta tortillas, and cut an avocado in half. You know I scooped the fruit out of the skin and neatly sliced the flesh instead of squeezing it like some kind of savage. The gf awoke as I was scrambling, and it was brekkie time, fool! We feasted.
I should admit I’m burying the lead a little bit here, my friends. Sunday afternoon I had my high school baseball alumni game. Before it was baseball time, your boy had an hour to take some stuff to Goodwill and get a carwash. I can happily report that I accomplished both of those tasks and still made it to the old high school by noon. That was more than enough time for my old ass to get loose before a 1 PM first pitch.
Sunday’s high temperature was about 155 degrees F. Brutal! I brought my own electrolyte concoction (thanks to my friends at Onnit) so I maintained Championship Hydration throughout the contest. Our team started out slow, but we got hot. Your boy went 1-3 with an RBI single in the top of the 7th. Earlier in the game I popped out to third. I also struck out my second AB, but to be fair I swung and missed at a pitch way outside the zone on a 3-2 pitch. No way I was walking in an alumni game, gotta get your hacks, amirite? We also scored two runs on pass balls during that at bat so it wasn’t a bad AB, IMO.
Our team won 10-3. A total and complete asskicking. No injuries and my arm hurts way less today than I anticipated. A complete win for me. Booboo snaped a couple of pics of daddy getting it at the dish. I wore shorts and a shirt from my friends at Onnit. You know Im a sneakerboi, so I rocked some Nike Air Huaraches my man Barrett Dudley put me on to. Peep the pic below.
After the big W, the gf and I met my parents for a drink at new, hot, NYT approved Asian Smokehouse, Loro. Booboo and I had frozen Gin and Tonics, whole my parents had some local beers. It was nice. We split some kettle corn with brisket burnt ends. Pretty good, especially for $3.50.
We went home and buckled down for the Sunday Scaries. But guess what, I have the cure… another bath! Bam Daddy! Before I got a second soak, I fired up the apt grill and cooked some marinated chicken breasts. Damn, they were good. I made a nice summer salad with cucumbers, tomatoes, red onion, capers, olives, and some imported French feta. Wow. A culinary highlight. After dinner, I turned out the lights, lit some candles, poured in the epson salt and got my soak on, again. Wow. Unheard of. But I did that. I DID THAT.
You know its the year of the robe, so post bath, I robed up and watched some hoops. The game turned out pretty disapointing, but it was a relaxing Sunday evening.
Now Im back at the office grinding my junk off and I can’t wait for later this week. Wanna know why? I’ll tell you why. Your main man Micah is going VIRAL with an investigative piece about a prominent Texas Attorney. We’re talking big things poppin’ to quote TI. Be on the lookout my peeps. See y’all later this week. Buh-bye.
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This is definitely the greatest Micah Monday yet. Truly lit indeed.
“Recap” was spelled incorrectly in the title for the first ten minutes this was published.
I mean…. I hate (I mean HATE) defending Micah… but ya’ll DID give him access to post his own content, Mr. Sr Editor…
As the original proponent of Micah Monday I’m no longer sure how I feel about my initial support.
It still is in the URL.
thank you for that.
Is this something you would call… a Post Grad Problem? HAHAHA! My wife is leaving me.
It’s ok. the url still says “racap” so we will always remember
again… thank you
How did this go from -8 to +26 in the span of 15 minutes? How many burner accounts do you have Mickey Wienz?
#UpVoteGate is a go. I’ll prepare the FOIA requests to subpoena the Nice Work and Meh votes and run the user names through E-Verify to ensure a fair and legitimate count. Justice will be served and the truth will be known. Democracy dies in darkness.
We’re going to need to audit these up votes
Wait so Micah Monday is basically just a journal entry now?
Debits… Credits…. PGP.
You left out the part where you flicked your bean to Rachel Maddow on MSNBC
Journalism degrees must involve less writing than I’m imagining.
I’m just sitting here wondering if this edition of Micah Mondays is, as always, presented completely unedited.
Wow that boy really did go styro
Is epson salt like epsom salt but covered in printer ink?
Reading this was a chore. The kind of chore you do once and determine it fuckin sucks so you don’t do it very often. On the contrary, these articles are great ammunition for the Touching Base firing squad so keep ’em coming, Micky Wienz.
If you don’t double cup them shits you’ll be letting a lot of people down.
Micah I genuinely enjoy reading your work, but my man…. you’ve gotta spend 5 minutes proofreading these