The Need For Speed & Secrecy

There doesn't seem to be both an easy and effective way to "write in fast-forward" over this past year. That makes sense, though, because trying to watch a movie in fast-forward is useless and gives me a headache.

I'm just going to have to catch up on this past year in steady, digestible portions. That's pretty damn intimidating to think about. All-in-all, that's a lot to swallow over the course of a couple months.

Touching on the lines of my last post: the new job, the new girl, the new pad, and the newest audit/assessment of my past, present, and future have all been (and continue to be) psychologically immense.

2013 was a hybrid year that contained many new and different experiences, thoughts, feelings, desires, reservations, and confusions. I want to think my mind has been clear, free, and focused, but there have been a few aspect and variables that have clouded, distracted, and upset my thought processes. 2013 has been just as much disturbing and depressing as it has been amazing, exciting, and satisfying/gratifying. These are mental issues/hurdles that will be overcome and fixed (if they haven't been already).

Life is much more real and intense as of 2013. There are several core aspects of life that have hit me hard this past year. Success, failure, happiness, depression, love, loneliness, life, and death make up the majority.

Trips to Washington DC (to rage with Bobb again), one or more undisclosed locations (within US borders), hog hunting (in the absolute middle of nowhere), San Francisco (maybe the most unique trip of my life), and a couple trips to Blue Ridge GA all warrant a great recount and each deserve their own post.

By the end of February I plan on having written at least a summary post of each of these destinations. Remember this Will...

After I've caught y'all and myself up on travel reflections, then I intend on diving more into how/what this year really played out to be. There are much larger forces at work than I have aforementioned. They will be brought into light within the next 2 months.

The title of this blog post, "The Need For Speed & Secrecy," has but been lightly touched upon.

Most Things Never Die (And Will Likely Be Relived)

It wasn't until a month or so ago that I remembered I even had a blog. How sad is that? To top it all off I abandoned myself and fell off the grid right after the "The 30A Wedding [Part 1]" teaser!

I'm not even going to attempt to continue from the strange and dismal time in my life when I finally got around to recounting and documenting the "house guest periods". I was several months, and a lot of lag, in to writing about the "30A trip." It was long overdue, yet also too dated by the time I got around to writing about it. I fell off the boat. I admit it. It was and still is a great story, but I'll have to get back to it. (I really want to finish it up because I don't work there anymore and haven't spoken to the girl in 7+ months, so I think it'd be kosher if I picked it up and concluded the story from where I left off, but I'm going to catch up on more pertinent things before I start retrospecting.) To be continued...

To think back over this past year is almost surreal. Many more changes came about: half of which I expected, the other half of which I rejected, and a small percentage of which were just straight up unexpected. It all started in May when attended a quarterly E-commerce executive meetup at 10th & Piedmont. I met someone who asked if I was "looking for a move and interested in a change."

It was the beginning of June when I accepted "a move" and very sadly moved on from KooKoo Bear. The ladies at the pool were nearly in full season, yet I couldn't traditionally bask among their beauty because I had to move out by June 11! I became extremely limited to pool time interaction with females for the rest of this summer. It was only like once a weekend that I could get to the pool to mack! Tough stuff... Fortunately Danny and Weave held a fort down right off the Phase 3 abode and spa. (Deets own dis layta.)

My boss/business partner was very upset, but also very happy for me. I'd made one of the best decisions of my life. I'd imagined that I'd work, develop, and innovate with a company like this one. My dream I hadn't yet developed was coming true. Life works in mysterious ways. 

After job acceptance and move decisions I decided to take residence with my dad for a few months. (He had a few storage units right next to his house and my mom's townhouse in Alpharetta was able to harbor my formal wear.) My office was less than 2.5 miles from his house and I hadn't lived with my dad since I was 10 or so. That was a great experience. (More details to come...)

I'd finally found the apartment I was cool with. This place had been hiding under the radar for several months. (I'm still a little emotionally physical with Promove about not listing this complex on my roster. I think they have some sort of deal with Berkeley Heights. [Will investigate.])

And can you imagine I'd met a chick. During this time I'd met a chick. After the follow-up to the "30A Wedding [Part 1]" and the more details coming about living with my dad... Then... Enter TLN.

The 30A Wedding [Part 1]

I think it was back in September (or maybe August) that I was invited to this wedding. I remember being at Fado in Buckhead that night. It was right after I'd been making out with Kelsey for the first time. It was a couple minutes after that arousing moment when Megan asked me to be her date to her girl friend's wedding.

The timing wasn't great, but we'd all been drinking and Megan was a good friend. I asked her where the damn thing was. "Seaside," she said. At this time I wasn't familiar nor aware of this whole Seaside place, but it had the word "sea" in it, so I inquired further. I was quickly educated that it's (past & present) a sort of Floridian paradise. The terms were great (a couple days off work, transportation, balling place to stay, BEACH, 85 DEGREES), so I obliged that evening.

Seaside Wedding Itinerary

[Fast forward a few days or a week.] Megan had written down some instructions on one of my notepads:


I was pumped because: I love formal events. I love the beach. I love meeting new people. SHOULD I GO ON!?

The morning of departure had come. I was packed and ready to ride down to this "Seaside" place at 6:30 AM (EST). My ride wasn't 1 minute late before she called me from the gate.

The ride down was pleasant and soothing. I think she was tired because she didn't say much. That was great. I didn't want to talk (at first). After a few cups of coffee I got really pumped and excited for what was in store for the day and weekend! Megan probably became very annoyed, but at the time I would never have realized it. I was really freaking pumped to check out "Seaside" at this point.

After what seemed to be only a few hours (of talking and looking and thinking and texting) we were already crossing some causeway over a beautiful inter-coastal waterway of some sort.

The olfactory perception had gradually transitioned from woods to salt-air to that raw beach/ocean scent.

I'd never seem a beach town quite like this. I was initially a little creeped out because it looked and felt so eerily perfect. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but when Megan mentioned that this was where they filmed that Jim Carey movie (I forget the name of it), then it became even more surprisingly disturbingly comfortable. THE TRUMAN SHOW. That was the name of the movie. I remember watching that movie way back in the day when I was a child. I need to watch that movie again to get a fresh perspective and bearing on what Seaside (30A) did to me and my emotional and psychological capacity.

I don't think many people, no matter how pessimistic, could complain about such a place. Truth: this town emitted at least a slight touristic tinge. However, as soon as you think the place might be cheesy or cliche, you feel that it's the real deal and legit as *&#@ (all at the same time!). It's strange and hard to explain. Not many places can pull off or, much less, gamble with that delicate of an atmosphere.

This introduction wasn't the most entertaining, I know, but it was needed. The juicy stuff is coming up next in [Part 2].

To be continued...

[I'm] Going Back To Cali (Part 2/2)

The last post, "[I'm] Going Back To Cali (Part 1)," was attempted to be, but was not, finished by this past New Year. Fail on my part. No (valid) excuses. Please forgive me. Alright let's get on with it.

Picking up (more-or-less) where I left off:

This Bruce Clay guy. He turned out to be a freakin trip. Yin, Joe, and I sat in this guy's class for about 7.5 hours a day for 5 days. There were about 25 of us in the class. Almost everyone else was sent by their company to "learn SEO" so that the company wouldn't have to pay for a 3rd party service. This was EXACTLY what Bruce anticipated and wanted.

Jen made for a very suitable, if not desirable, secretary and personal assistant. She also claimed she learned new things. That's all fine and dandy. What I really cared about was that she took excellent notes. Her notes are still helping me today! In addition, Yin has become pretty damn proficient with using ole Bruce's trademarked SEO ToolSet!

Just about each one of these five mornings was PRETTY. FREAKIN. ROUGH. and consisted of 4-5 cups of coffee, multi-grain bars, water, sprite, fruit, and a cup of tea. The combination of an acknowledged hangover and anxious reality that you're about to have a whole lot of very valuable information crammed into your head worked as a perfect mix for a very valuable and memorable experience each day of this adventure.

I will never forget some of the people I met in this course. I remember these two people, in particular. I'm having a hard time remembering their names, but we all met in the lobby during the free, unlimited wine and cheese hours the second night after Bruce had finished preaching for the day.

It was Joe, Yin, these two bros (one who turned out to be very knowledgeable of and familiar with the porn industry in a neighboring valley), and myself. Joe ended up driving us all to dinner and I can't repeat some of the conversations that transpired during the car ride(s there and back). We went to a cool restaurant on top of a hill within the valley. It had a great view. The dinner was too much fun. Wow. People are interesting at first. How would you describe they are at second? I can't yet think of a term for it...

Simi Valley wasn't the most exciting place to hang out at night nor during the day. That's why on the third day we took a trip to Santa Monica and Venice Beach... We drove through the mountains from Simi Valley down to the coast. The drastic and changing scenery was exciting and attractive. Santa Monica was gorgeous and flavorful. I'd never seen such a set up as those houses lined along the Pacific OVER  the water and ON the highway. It was not only stunning, but also beautiful. Whoever these architects were did a swell ass job.

Then there were the beaches... These beaches... They were UNREAL. First we saw the freakin pier and what-not near Santa Monica. (That was after we walked the [what seemed to be entire] distance down the beach to get to the pier.) West Coast beaches absolutely lived up to their reputations.
After that we drove up to that Venice Beach area and (I at least) had a hell of an experience. The people there were like nothing else, literally. I did not understand how they survived on a weekly basis! It was incredible to see these sorts of people just "living" there like that's about all there was to live for. It was straight up creepy to be honest with you. A few times I remember asking Joe what the deal was with the whole scene. He said it'd been that way for 30 years. I had no more words, but fully enjoyed the experience, no doubt.

[I'm] Going Back To Cali (Part 1/2)

Good Lord. Please forgive Will Voegeli. I don't know how I let him get so backed up on sharing these fantastic experiences with his friends and self.

Despite the delay, this should be a fun post to read. You got that Will?? Yeah. I got it and apologize. I'm looking forward to this.

So I last left off with wrapping up my visit to Block Island and leaving y'all with a riveting, edge of your seat conclusion that lead into my (secretly) wild trip to California.

Venice Beach

It was a spur of the moment trip. Joe told me one morning that we should find the best SEO certification course and get certified in this shit. I believe it was later that afternoon that we found good ole Bruce Clay teaching out in a suburb of LA, California. It was originally just supposed to be Joe and I, but towards the end of the ticket booking he called and told me, "Hey Will. Tell Jen she's coming, too. Get her to send me her info. I'm booking tickets now, so tell her to send me her stuff ASAP."

I hang up the phone and head into Jen's office to let her know that she's coming to California with Joe and I. Mind you, Jen had only been with KooKoo Bear for a few weeks. What's more interesting: she'd only been working upstairs in the "web department" for about 1 week, didn't know what sort of work she was getting into, and didn't know Joe or I at all...

Good Ole Los Angeles Car Jacking

Typical Jen (Yinny) was focused (a little too much) on something on her computer screen when I walked in to break the news. (Not to my surprise now-a-days) She was startled by my entry. I told her she needed to e-mail Joe all of her personal information. She asked why. I responded, "Because we're going to California and apparently you're coming with us. You ready to learn a few new tricks? Okay. Stop looking at me like that." Jen asked when we were leaving. "Sunday," I said. "This Sunday?" she replied. "................." I said. (I think the time between me telling her she was coming on a trip and the time we were flying out was about 3 days...)

We all finally rendezvous at the airport. (Of course I am the last person to arrive at the terminal.) Jen, okay from here on out I have to refer to Jen as "Yin or Yinny," looked a little nervous, but cool and level headed. I was pretty excited, myself. Joe managed to get all three of us seats next to each other, so that was pretty fun. Jen got the middle seat at first, but I forced her to switch so I could box her into the window seat and have a perfect blend between bro-talk on my left (with Joe) and chick flirting on my right (with Jen). Joe and Jen watched on my laptop as I talked the support chick with the Delta Go-Go In Flight into free Wi-Fi for the entire flight. B055 /\/\0\/3.

Beautiful Los Angeles

Jen was starting to turn out to be a pretty cool chick. Disclaimer: At first, in the office, I'd thought that she was a kind of weird, strange, A-type, dork. (That was way before I knew how smart and A-type and strange and dorky and weird she really was...)

We landed in LA and it was hot. It felt EXCELLENT. Being on foot in the city was bright, hazy, thick, and hot. It was exactly how I'd imagined and seen it in the video games and movies. I loved it!

Joe got a cool rental car (that turned out to host some freaking fun rides) and the 3 of us rolled out towards Simi Valley. [Okay. This is another "aside" or whatever you want to call it, but this was Jen's first experience riding in a car with Joe (and in LA), so she had zero expectations...] Joe performed his normal wild, fun ATL driving, but on the highways of LA without a scratch. Joe's driving seems like luck, but don't disagree, it is purely finesse.

The hotel is reached. We are all tired, but know what we are in for. I guess it makes perfect sense that there's a restaurant/bar called "Elephant Bar" practically connected to the hotel... (To be kindled at a later time.)

My room looked SO BALLER. Like... This baby literally looked like I walked back into an 80s hotel room that likely had a Scarface movie scene shot in it. Jen's room happened to be right next to mine. Joe's room happened to be like 30 rooms down the hall and to the left... IDK. WHATEV.

We're scheduled attend this class starting at 9:00 AM every morning most of the time we were there. Noting in my brain that I had to be good to learn a whole lot of new stuff in the morning and that my alarm was going off at 8:00 AM... I called Jen and told her to, "Meet me outside of my room in 3 minutes." I told her, "we're walking next door to a gas station to grab a case of beer and coming back to have a good night." She arrived promptly and on time. The walk was completed. The beer was had. The night was fun. I discovered that Yinny is too good to be true.

This post is to be continued and finished by the New Year.

Block Island Wrap-Up

You know what... The World, a.k.a., The Internet, just moves, shakes, and changes too damn much these days. It becomes pretty tough to keep up with at times. That sounded like a complaint, I know, but it wasn't. Believe me. It's fun stuff and keeps me on top of my virtual game.

Beach Stairs

My intention, this evening, is to finish my last post about Block Island. We'll soon read how that goes over.

Block Island Aerial

In a nutshell: Block Island was a whole new experience. The (whole) island was powered by diesel generators, was loaded with hot foreign AND local girls, and had minimal law enforcement. Additionally, my visit was also spoiled with amazing weather, a great fishing charter, memorable kayaking, some drama, and a nearly unbelievable mix of a 1910 and 2010 living experience.

I'm not kidding. This property was amazing (not to mention the entire island). There's so much damn historical stuff on this island. It's mind blowing. Apparently it was discovered/founded by some whalers way back in the 1800s... I stayed in a house that was built in the 1800s and, considering 200 years of existence, had very few changes made to it. I showered outside in the yard... Every day... Naked... That's just how it was done.

Kitchen Stairs

It wasn't awkward until Alex's grandmother was doing "gardening stuff" around the property and the lawn service crew started grooming the premises of the house. I was stuck between covering my genitals and just continuing to shower. I did a combination of both. Nobody seemed to care...

Block Island Whaler House

Alex's little brother's girlfriend was pretty hot. So yeah.

Block Island turned out to be one of the most unique trips I've ever taken. It hosted a combination of attributes that I'd never really experienced until that time.



Next up... Los Angeles with Jennifer (Yinny) Rudolf and Joe Mediate!!

It's December 1st, 2012

It's actually December 4th, 2012 now... How creepy is it that Christmas actually goes down at the end of this month?! I haven't done any shopping or whatnot and what's worse is that I've only mildly given the whole concept a thought. I've been thinking I might just tell my parents and brothers (and other certain special people) that I don't want anything because I don't plan on getting them anything, so we'll just call it even.

See, the thing is that I'm still focused on how awesome this past summer was and that's what I'm going to write more about right now. At this rate I'll be on schedule for a "Christmas In September."

I left off with the wild visit to D.C. in early August. The next trip was most definitely a change of scene. Later in August I found myself landing in Providence, Rhode Island. I was on a journey to see what Block Island was all about.

Block Island is this island that looks kind of like a weird four sided, more-or-less, island (at least from an airplane). It's been chilling about + or - 10 miles off the cost of Rhode Island for quite a while now. How do I know this? I know this for two reasons:

•  I remember the ferry boat captain announcing on the intercom that the boat ride was going to cover some number of miles and take 1 hour and 15 minutes.
•  I saw and read about some really old mansions and hotels and historical stuff that led me to believe the island had been chilling there for a pretty damn long time (like definitely before my grandparents were born).

Let me take a real quick step back to clarify why the heck this was my first time ever up in this "New England" region of our great country. My friend and current roommate, Alex Hnizdor, has a pair of grandparents that have some property and houses and vacation on this island during the summer months of the year. (Their main stay is further north up in New Hampshire I think.) Since college Alex had been trying to set up a trip to Block Island (this is a beautiful website the island has) and it finally became a reality this past August.

So this island turns out to be awesome...

Quick side note: My boss kind of flipped out a couple of weeks prior to my departure when I told him I was going to Block Island over so-and-so dates in August. He's from Connecticut and practically went nuts talking about how awesome this Block Island was during the middle of August (because all of the young peeps/chicks come over during that time). From the way he was talking and the look on his face (for several days) I'm almost certain he actually, really, honestly wanted to join in on the action and rage with us, but the guy DOES have a wife and 3 children...

This damn island turns out to be so incredibly unique. It was really freaking old overall, but new in the moment/at the time/in the season I was there. It had an amazing rustic, chill, quiet, secluded feel with tons of history, but the people on the island at the time were there to have a damn good time and that added an entirely awesome contrast.

Alex's grandparents were totally awesome, too. These two people were "older," but knew exactly what the deal was for bros our age... They did not want to disappoint and had prepared well.

Dammit. I'm going to have to leave this story here for now. I just realized (not saw, realized; I saw half an hour ago, but didn't realize) what time it is. There's a lot more that needs some undivided attention tonight before I get my beauty rest.