Super Bowl XLVII: I went. I saw. I Faked a Mugging.

My old company was infamous for incentives, most of which were all expense paid trips to various places all over the world. In order to land yourself on an incentive trip you had to sell a shit ton of software, do something great or have freckles. Which is how I got myself an all expense paid trip to the Super Bowl in New Orleans last year. (Kidding – I earned it because I had the most influenced margin in a quarter – a cool million from ONE CAMPAIGN.) Like a boss..

The trip was for myself and a guest. My sales team presented me with the trip and I was SO EXCITED! They all made fun of me because apparently my reaction was similar to that of an annoying beauty queen, except I’m not pretty <– their words, not mine.

I was so excited! They told me I had to tell them who I was bringing as my guest within the hour because they needed to book the plane tickets ASAP, as the game was only a week away. At the time, I had still been wasting time with Nintendo No Friendo so he was first on my call log.

He was clearly too busy gaming and/or reading his latest manual on how to build weapons for the zombie apocalypse out of household goods, because he didn’t answer my call. (<– not kidding, that book not only exists, but he in fact owns and reads it. He brought it the bar once).

Soo the guy you’ve been boning is ignoring your call and you have an all expense paid trip for two to the freaking Super Bowl – I’m fairly confident I could have gotten any man to go on this trip with me. Game.On.

Ha. Yeah right – I took my Dad. I mean, unless you’re married or in a serious relationship, who ELSE would you take!? My Dad has ALWAYS been there for me. Moved me into every apartment, paid for me to go to college, CREATED ME. He even taught my sisters and I how to dance.

I mean you don’t get a better Dad than Heavy D.

He was SO PUMPED when I called him and told him I was taking him to the Super Bowl. I’m fairly confident he told everyone in our town and may have even taken an ad in the newspaper. It made me happy that he was so excited and proud of me.

We got down to New Orleans, checked into the hotel and immediately went to Bourbon St. I had been to New Orleans a few times so knew my way around and wanted to show my Dad the city. For those of you that don’t know my Dad – he can hang.

We started taking shots at the first bar we got to – from there, we got 40’s of Bud heavy’s at the gas station since you can walk around with open containers and proceeded to try every drink known to man down the entire strip. By 10:30PM, I was so drunk I had already thrown up ON a bar and we had been asked to leave.

My Dad told me to man up and that we weren’t going home until he got to either ride one of the horses the Cops were on or throw beads from a random balcony.

About an hour after that I somehow managed to lose my cell phone and demanded to be brought back to the hotel. Like any normal girl on vacation with her Dad, I immediately opened up my iPad and blasted all over facebook that I had been mugged.

I passed out as soon as I posted it. I woke up in the morning to a million facebook posts and my Dad had all of these missed calls and voicemails from my mother. He didn’t even know how to text message since he had a flip phone – what are you, Dad, a freakin time traveler?! I didn’t even know they still made flip phones.

So yeah, I faked a mugging.

The trip went on and we had a blast – I took my Dad all over the city and we had a great time. The Super Bowl was even better – we walked to the stadium in the morning, bloody mary’s in hand and hit up all the tailgates. The tailgates were unreal because they weren’t put on by people, but sponsors like Budweiser, Grey Goose, Miller Light, Bacardi, etc. and had all these insane performers.

Then the game started and I just wanted it to be half time so I could see Beyonce.

Then the power outage happened, which we literally didn’t even notice. People obviously assumed that I had somehow caused the black out at the Super Bowl since I was there and am an idiot. But I didn’t.

We went out on Bourbon St after, and I obviously puked in the street a couple of times and fell asleep on a table, but lasted until about 3am, then my Dad dropped me back off at the hotel and went out to the casino.

Getting to the airport on Monday morning was miserable. I’ve never seen so many people in one place. Like so many people trying to make their flights, all hungover as shit, that security didn’t even make you take your shoes off or put your bags through the scanner. I’m pretty sure that’s illegal but I was so hungover I didn’t even care.

The sales manager that also won the incentive had a much rougher trip than I, however, especially while departing..

While waiting to board our flight I noticed he was swaying a bit and getting a little green. I asked if he felt alright, to which his only response was to spew what looked like infant vomit all over the people in front of us. He tried to run to the bathroom and cover his mouth but it only made it worse – he continued to run while chunky white liquid spewed through his fingers and splattered all over the floor.

I obviously started laughing uncontrollably while continuing to crush the bacon egg and cheese I had gotten from Dunkies. Our Dad’s pretended like they didn’t know us.

You couldn’t pay me to go to the Super Bowl this year in Jersey – that shit is going to be FREEZING. Though Phillip Phillips is opening and since he has the face of an angel and his voice sounds like rainbows, my love for him would keep me warm for sure.

Long story short – Super Bowl XLVII was awesome, and I’m officially my Dad’s favorite daughter.

SPBL

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Insane Tony’s Local Music Afternoon – Bulife and Ceej Show Rewind

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Waking up with your head in a fog, just your underwear and one sock on, and of course only one contact in. Sounds like a typical morning for most cape codders in the summer. For this to be the outcome of a night in March it better have been a great night.

We here at The Real Cape sponsored our first concert on the 14th at The Beach House and this was definitely one of those great nights. Mighty Ceej and The Bulife both performed but the night started out with a DJ set by Ceej who got the dance party started right by spinning some old school hip hop jams. After Ceej DJ Minor kept everyones moving with a set of his own.

So with the it early in the night still and already 2 great DJ sets in the book, Ceej hit the stage with Ahlayda. If you have never seen Ceej perform be sure to check him out next time he is in your area. The energy he puts in to his shows reveals the love and passion he has for hip hop music.

On stage next was the guys from the tip of the map – The Bulife. Having never seen these guys perform live , I had no idea what to expect and they didn’t disappoint one bit. The chemistry they have as a group is like family…. oh hold on they are in fact cousins. You can definitely see the love these guys have for hip hop come through in their music and performance.

Things get pretty blurry near the end on the night… but I can tell you this, between the guys in Bulife and Ceej , you don’t get much better all around people than these guys. They all live and breathe the Cape life and this thing I call “Cape Hop”. I wanna thank these guys for coming out and performing and big thanks to Pat and his staff at The Beach House for giving us a place to do our thing.

GET OUT AND SUPPORT LIVE MUSIC!

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Little People Polar Plunge On Cape Cod Video

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OK folks I have been going back and forth on whether or not I should post this video. It’s an uplifting story of little people convening at The Sea Crest in North Falmouth, but there is a problem. Something fucking hilarious happens in it. The inherent problem here is that the plight of the little people revolves around being treated just like everyone else, so I feel like if I don’t post it then I am treating them differently. Exactly the opposite of what they want.

So the way I see it I am between a rock and hard place and I have no choice but to post it. I will take shit I’m sure, but I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t post it so I am going to intentionally fall on my sword on this one. I highly urge you watch the entire thing because it is good insight into the world of little people. That said… if you can make it through the 00:25 to 00:35 second marks without laughing out loud then we are simply two different breeds of people, and if you do laugh out loud then you give up any and all rights to call me an asshole…

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TRC & GG Advice Column: Volume 4

 

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Dick pics – yay or nay?

Peeny Paul,

No. Just no. If you send me an unsolicited picture of your genitals I will 100% show it to anyone willing to look and forward that shit to the proper authorities faster than you can send what I’m sure would be an even creepier follow-up text.

Sexting only happens on Lifetime. And even then someone usually ends up committing suicide. 

Keep it in your pants,
GG

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Dear Charles Dickens,

So you are wondering for whom the sext chime tolls? Well there are two distinct types of guys in this world. There are the guys who send dick pics and then there are the guys who don’t have to knock on everyone’s door when they move into a new neighborhood.

It’s quite simple really, just check for a few items in your house. Do you have any leopard print banana hammocks? Do you have a silk robe that only goes 1/8th of the way down your thighs? Do you have more than one type of lotion and or a bottle of Drakkar Noir cologne?

If you answered no to the previous questions then do not send a dick pic under any circumstances. If you answered yes then throw on an extra medium Ed Hardy T-Shirt, download Snapchat, and in between crotch shots make sure to take at least one nice head shot selfie so you look nice on the wall at the Post Office.

-Hippie

 
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It Might Become Illegal For You To Bang Someone In Your Own House… Wait, What?

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FalmouthPatch – Massachusetts lawmakers are considering a bill that would make it illegal for a divorcing spouse to have sex with someone else in his or her marital home.

Senate Bill 787 was filed by State Sen. Richard Ross, R-Wrentham. He also serves as minority whip. Ross said he filed the bill on behalf of a constituent.

The bill reads: In divorce, separation, or 209A proceedings involving children and a marital home, the party remaining in the home shall not conduct a dating or sexual relationship within the home until a divorce is final and all financial and custody issues are resolved, unless the express permission is granted by the courts.”

Ross said he does not support the bill. “When a constituent requested that I file a free petition on his behalf, I did so,” Ross said in a statement on his Facebook page. “While the proposal is not one that I support, I do support his right to participate in state government.”

There should be a rule that the identity of this “constituent” is public knowledge. If you want to bog down our lawmakers with ridiculous bills proposing that adults would need to get court permission to engage in gland to gland combat, then we should know who you are.

Essentially this could be called the cuckold law. Some dude obviously got booted out of his own house and his wife started getting some strange and doing the no pants dance with him. Probably has some dude wearing his bathrobe and eating his Wheaties right now.

I guarantee that if he needed to expose his identity to do this he’d be way too embarrassed to file this dumb ass petition in the first place and we could have all saved a bunch of time. Get over it pal, if you need the courts to keep your wife from plowing other dudes in your bed then it’s time to pack it in and turn in your man card.

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The Real Cape NCAA Bracket Challenge Update

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So after the first weekend we’ve had a little shake up in the standings. Here is where we are as of now… The beautiful Katie Meyer is back in the lead with 50 points. The illustrious Pat Maddigan is in second with 45 and then we’ve got Smoked Salmon, Ham Sandwich, Insane Tony and Harbor09 all tied up with 43 points. Everyone else is still within striking distance. (click names to see their brackets).

As you all know the later rounds are when the wheat gets separated from the chaff, so it’s still anybody’s ball game. Prizes are as follows:

  1. $200
  2. $40
  3. Entry Fee
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Cape Cod History 1923 – Hey Look Cape Criminals Have Always Been Morons

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CapeCodToday.com – On this day in 1923, two burglars suspected of robbing a general store in Harwich fled the Cape by train from Buzzards Bay after colliding with a truck outside Sandwich.

The unidentified thieves “lost their loot” in the collision, according to the Associated Press, “abandoned their automobile, walked and ran seven miles to the Buzzards Bay railroad station, boarded a train for Boston, parried the questions of a policeman at Brockton and then jumped from the train at Montello and Avon.”

But in their haste to flee, the two men left behind their “booty,” which included “jewelry of moderate value and a miscellaneous collection of the more expensive things kept in a general store,” the AP reported.

After the suspected thieves boarded a train in Buzzards Bay, police sent word ahead to Middleboro and Brockton. A policeman boarded the train in Brockton and questioned the men, “whom he recognized by the muddy condition of their clothing,” according to the AP.

This is for all the people who email us every time we run a story about how dumb Cape Cod criminals are to tell us how it’s wrong to make fun of them and how there is an epidemic etc. etc.

This crap has been going on forever, these dumb asses robbed a store in 1923, crashed their truck and tried to get away on a train? Do you know how much of an idiot you have to be to think you can escape on a train? The one advantage you have that actually matters in a getaway is that the people chasing you don’t know where you are going. Getting on a train removes every single shred of mystery from that equation. There is literally only one place you can go… the next stop.

The point here is that this story could just as easily be about yesterday instead of 1923. It’s funny because it’s old, but if it happened yesterday I’d get 327 emails about how these are good kids and they are just in a bad place. Yeah well, good or no they still did something stupid and it’s funny. If we stop making fun of people when they do stupid things then people will keep doing stupid things. Also, life doesn’t cease to be funny in serious times any less than it ceases to be serious during times of laughter.

P.S. I bet I still get at least one email from one of these guys great-great-grandkids calling me an asshole for slandering them.

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