This morning is rough.
Real rough.
I just sat through a meeting about inflation projections, insured bonds and corporate structure.
I'd rather listen to a bullet whizzing through my skull.
Yesterday I said, "I don't think I'm going to drink tonight."
My mouth actually formed those words and they were verbalized to a friend.
So how did I get here? Let me tell you.
I got home last night and my wife was standing in the kitchen and there was a glorious aroma coming from the oven. Apparently the baby (Krazy K) had been a perfect angel all day so she was able to go food shopping, clean the house and make a spectacular dinner. I must say that I am way jealous that she gets to show the kid off in public while I sit in an office and try to convince people that it wasn't me who just farted. So I get in and she has a wonderful dinner made and a two wine glasses full. How can you argue with that? I guess the wine snuck up on me because less than three hours later the 14 beers in the fridge were gone and I was singing Christmas carols (much to the delight of Kyle and much to the chagrin of Brodie). I really don't remember falling asleep but Kristen didn't look disappointed with me this morning so I guess I didn't do anything really stupid. I actually have a story about that (I intended on telling another story today about my stupid neighbors but this one is way better)
I guess it was 6 years ago when I managed a video store and also worked at Suncoast Video part time. I really didn't need the second job at Suncoast but the people that worked there were fun and my boss was into film and an overall good guy. So one night my boss at Suncoast invites me over to his parents house to swim in their pool and hang out with some of his friends. I was working at my other job that night but decided to head over when I got off. (It should be explained that because I was the manager at the rental place and the owner never checked up on the store I would drink during every shift. I mean drink heavy. A normal evening would find me and a fellow employee drinking an entire bottle of Vlad's. I distinctly remember my assistant manager calling his roommate and telling him he couldn't drive home because he drank too much at work.) I do remember getting to the party and realizing that everyone was a lot older than me. They were quite nice but I felt a little out of place. Well that really is the last thing I remember until the next morning. I woke up with a fleshy tennis ball where my little toe used to be and there was a trail of blood leading from the car to my bed. Here is what happened in step by step fashion
(according to numerous people including my future wife)
-I showed up to the party a little tipsy.
-I was given a drink called a "Hurricane"
-Kristen's (girlfriend then, wife now) high school crush showed up.
-I strip down to boxers and jump in the pool.
-I get asked to leave the pool because people believe that I may be re leaving myself in it.
-I have a few beers.
-I try to walk back to the pool but fall off the pavement and land in my boss's parents rose bush.
-Blood begins to flow from where my pinky toe nail used to be.
-Someone yells "Get him out of here"
-Kristen's high school crush has to pick me up out of this rose bush. I am still only wearing boxers which I am told were riding way up on me.
-I am escorted to the back porch while my wife apologizes to all the attendees of the party.
-I begin to tell my wife's ex-crush how much I enjoyed his ska band in high school.
-He walks away in mid sentence with a look of disgust on his face.
-Kristen then turns to see me drinking ranch dressing from a huge bowl. The dressing was meant for dipping but that didn't stop me.
-I vomited on the side of the house.
-I got carried to the car.
I can't believe I'm a dad.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Just waking up got to thank god I don't know but today seems kinda odd No barking from the dog No smog and mamma cooked the breakfast with no hog
I voted.
I waited 1 hour and 42 minutes.
Thats 102 minutes.
It was raining really hard.
I forgot my coat and don't own an umbrella.
I was wearing a dress shirt, tie and dress pants.
I was wet, cold and cranky.
Here are some stories.
I had my little group surrounding me. First off there was the rugged man who seemed reasonable enough despite his poor fashion choices (dude had denim from head to toe with a little suede thrown in there for good measure) He also neglected to bring an umbrella but didn't seem to mind it as much as me. Maybe that was because he had his socially except able vice to keep him company. As he lit cigarette after cigarette all I could think about was how much I really would like a cocktail. A Hot Toddie perhaps or maybe a warm Johnny Jump Up. Anyway behind me was this black girl who couldn't have been any older than 14 (yes I know that she had to be at least 18 to be voting but no one can convince me otherwise). She spent the entire time on her cell phones with topics ranging from how to cook chicken to the size shirt her 6 foot 7 inch (I'm assuming she was referring to his height) boyfriend (named Baby Boy) wears (its a 4X in case you were wondering) to the plot of the new Saw film to the drinks at Bahama Breeze to the work ethic of her brother Leon to giving head in a movie theater.
I couldn't believe it. She had no problem airing any of this and her voice never lowered in attempt to be a bit discrete. I really don't even know what to say about the whole thing so I guess I'll move on.
There was this monstrosity directly in front of me but I'll get to her in just a second. There were the typical Democratic Campaigners there. You know the mousy looking librarian types with the white hair and no make-up. There was also a smattering of the hippy contingent with their fake dreads, large sweaters and bad beards. I was happy to also see the "college professor" representin' with a few guys wearing Indiana Jones style hats with white turtle necks and tweed jackets.
Awesome.
Anyway all of these people braved the elements to try to let me know that O'Bama (yeah he's Irish now. deal with it)was the man I should be voting for. Good work guys. At one point I had one of the woman tell me that I should call voter services next week to complain about the wait. Why? Isn't it good there is a wait? I mean what is voter services going to do? Revoke voting rights so my line is shorter? Or maybe they'll be able to keep it from raining next time. Or maybe just maybe they'll buy me an umbrella. Which leads me to my next encounter.
Apparently these uber smart Dem Dems decided to bring in some umbrellas for the poor souls who forgot theirs. A very nice gesture I must say. By the time there was a free umbrella I was halfway through the line and thoroughly soaked. A fine gentleman offered me the umbrella but I declined because I noticed that about ten people behind me there was a miserable looking women who probably needed it more than me. I nice gesture? I guess so but it didn't warrant any praise. Thats not how the human globe in front of me saw it. She spun around and was so impressed with my chivalry that she offered me an Oreo. Now let me explain that at this point I had been standing in line for almost an hour and had been examining everyone around me. I observed that this beast was wearing jeans and a circus tent as a sweatshirt. There was no real room to conceal 1 cookie much less the entire box that magically produced. Heres the deal. I'm a big guy and I know it. I'm really not self conscious about it. I go swimming and will jokingly rip my shirt off every once in awhile. I used to be real thin but 8 years of beer has made that a distant memory. With all of that said I don't care how comfortable you are in your own skin YOU SHOULD NOT BE WALKING AROUND WITH A BOX OF OREO'S IF YOU A FATSO!
I wanted to punch this heinous thing in its fat face. She is an insult humanity as a whole.
So of course I took an Oreo. I mean they are quite delicious.
Anyway after I finally got to cast my vote for the right man I made my way to the car and turned on the radio only to hear "Obama has won Pennsylvania". Hmmm I may be wrong but there are still like 300 people waiting in line to vote. It seems like quite a deterrent to announce a victor before people are done voting. Especially since there was this huge push to get more people out to vote. That would be like studios complaining that no one was going to the movies any more after they revealed the ending of every film coming out or The Phillies urging fans to come to CBP when they would give the final score before the game even started (I know thats impossible and I'm delving into Marty sports almanac alternate 1985 territory but again deal with it.) It just doesn't make a whole lot o' sense to me.
After leaving the polling station I decided to celebrate the next president by stopping at a deli and picking up a few Mickey's 40's. How better to celebrate?
After picking up my drinks I was walking through a dimly lit parking lot and noticed that parked next to me was this crazy car with neon laser beams, tinted windows no muffler and more pass than this suburbanite can appreciate. Then two dudes get out and I'm putting on my "Don't mess with me I'm dangerous face" (which falls some where between mugshot Paul Ruebens and Joey Gladstone) The guys walk right past me with even looking in my direction. I get to my car and start feeling a bit guilty about my unwarranted fear (or racism). Then I think back to something Patrice Oneil said, "If I'm walking down the street and I see a bunch of white dudes with shaved heads you better believe I'm turning around."
This new America is going to be pretty wild.
Baby update:
When I get home from work the kid stops crying or fussing and makes this adorable face where his mouth forms an "O" and his eyes get huge.
The single most rewarding thing ever.
I waited 1 hour and 42 minutes.
Thats 102 minutes.
It was raining really hard.
I forgot my coat and don't own an umbrella.
I was wearing a dress shirt, tie and dress pants.
I was wet, cold and cranky.
Here are some stories.
I had my little group surrounding me. First off there was the rugged man who seemed reasonable enough despite his poor fashion choices (dude had denim from head to toe with a little suede thrown in there for good measure) He also neglected to bring an umbrella but didn't seem to mind it as much as me. Maybe that was because he had his socially except able vice to keep him company. As he lit cigarette after cigarette all I could think about was how much I really would like a cocktail. A Hot Toddie perhaps or maybe a warm Johnny Jump Up. Anyway behind me was this black girl who couldn't have been any older than 14 (yes I know that she had to be at least 18 to be voting but no one can convince me otherwise). She spent the entire time on her cell phones with topics ranging from how to cook chicken to the size shirt her 6 foot 7 inch (I'm assuming she was referring to his height) boyfriend (named Baby Boy) wears (its a 4X in case you were wondering) to the plot of the new Saw film to the drinks at Bahama Breeze to the work ethic of her brother Leon to giving head in a movie theater.
I couldn't believe it. She had no problem airing any of this and her voice never lowered in attempt to be a bit discrete. I really don't even know what to say about the whole thing so I guess I'll move on.
There was this monstrosity directly in front of me but I'll get to her in just a second. There were the typical Democratic Campaigners there. You know the mousy looking librarian types with the white hair and no make-up. There was also a smattering of the hippy contingent with their fake dreads, large sweaters and bad beards. I was happy to also see the "college professor" representin' with a few guys wearing Indiana Jones style hats with white turtle necks and tweed jackets.
Awesome.
Anyway all of these people braved the elements to try to let me know that O'Bama (yeah he's Irish now. deal with it)was the man I should be voting for. Good work guys. At one point I had one of the woman tell me that I should call voter services next week to complain about the wait. Why? Isn't it good there is a wait? I mean what is voter services going to do? Revoke voting rights so my line is shorter? Or maybe they'll be able to keep it from raining next time. Or maybe just maybe they'll buy me an umbrella. Which leads me to my next encounter.
Apparently these uber smart Dem Dems decided to bring in some umbrellas for the poor souls who forgot theirs. A very nice gesture I must say. By the time there was a free umbrella I was halfway through the line and thoroughly soaked. A fine gentleman offered me the umbrella but I declined because I noticed that about ten people behind me there was a miserable looking women who probably needed it more than me. I nice gesture? I guess so but it didn't warrant any praise. Thats not how the human globe in front of me saw it. She spun around and was so impressed with my chivalry that she offered me an Oreo. Now let me explain that at this point I had been standing in line for almost an hour and had been examining everyone around me. I observed that this beast was wearing jeans and a circus tent as a sweatshirt. There was no real room to conceal 1 cookie much less the entire box that magically produced. Heres the deal. I'm a big guy and I know it. I'm really not self conscious about it. I go swimming and will jokingly rip my shirt off every once in awhile. I used to be real thin but 8 years of beer has made that a distant memory. With all of that said I don't care how comfortable you are in your own skin YOU SHOULD NOT BE WALKING AROUND WITH A BOX OF OREO'S IF YOU A FATSO!
I wanted to punch this heinous thing in its fat face. She is an insult humanity as a whole.
So of course I took an Oreo. I mean they are quite delicious.
Anyway after I finally got to cast my vote for the right man I made my way to the car and turned on the radio only to hear "Obama has won Pennsylvania". Hmmm I may be wrong but there are still like 300 people waiting in line to vote. It seems like quite a deterrent to announce a victor before people are done voting. Especially since there was this huge push to get more people out to vote. That would be like studios complaining that no one was going to the movies any more after they revealed the ending of every film coming out or The Phillies urging fans to come to CBP when they would give the final score before the game even started (I know thats impossible and I'm delving into Marty sports almanac alternate 1985 territory but again deal with it.) It just doesn't make a whole lot o' sense to me.
After leaving the polling station I decided to celebrate the next president by stopping at a deli and picking up a few Mickey's 40's. How better to celebrate?
After picking up my drinks I was walking through a dimly lit parking lot and noticed that parked next to me was this crazy car with neon laser beams, tinted windows no muffler and more pass than this suburbanite can appreciate. Then two dudes get out and I'm putting on my "Don't mess with me I'm dangerous face" (which falls some where between mugshot Paul Ruebens and Joey Gladstone) The guys walk right past me with even looking in my direction. I get to my car and start feeling a bit guilty about my unwarranted fear (or racism). Then I think back to something Patrice Oneil said, "If I'm walking down the street and I see a bunch of white dudes with shaved heads you better believe I'm turning around."
This new America is going to be pretty wild.
Baby update:
When I get home from work the kid stops crying or fussing and makes this adorable face where his mouth forms an "O" and his eyes get huge.
The single most rewarding thing ever.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Why you act frightened?
So today is Election Day. I used to be really into politics.
I mean really into it.
I read all sorts of books about the economy and foreign policy and humorous commentaries and serious critiques etc.....
I was a member of the campus Green Party and would go down to Philly for shows and wait outside to hand out literature.
Basically I was a total fool. And although I know this makes me sounds pretty stupid, I really don't care too much about politics these days.
I think thats the way that most Americans feel. We all have a few key issues that we focus in on and make our decisions based on that. (Unless your like this idiot friend I have [had] who was the definition of an idiot. In high school his books said things like 'Math' and 'English' instead of 'Algebra' and 'English Poetry'. He was always really self conscious about his complete lack of intelligence and was constantly trying to over compensate for it by engaging in "intelligent " conversation and making up words that seemed like they just may be real. Anyway its these type of people that really scare me because when talking about this upcoming election he says things like "Obama really has him on the issues" and "McCain's philosophy on global affairs really doesn't sync up well with the modern American sentiment". What?!?!?!? Basically these type of idiots get bullied around by all of the liberal media outlets like MoveOn.org and honestly believe that McCain has malicious intentions and Obama is our savior. Neither is true. I see all of these fool [a version of me ten years ago] who equate McCain with Hitler. He's a vet! Do these mental midgets not understand that we exist in a country with a government structure that would never allow for such a scenario? It really boils my blood. Anyway back on topic........)
My two issues are foreign policy and abortion.
I'm not sure why but they are. I really don't like the whole concept of war but understand that it is a necessary evil in some circumstances. I just don't believe this is one of those circumstances.
I also hate religious influence in anything, especially politics so I guess thats where the abortion thing comes into play. I mean I got lucky and never was faced with a situation where I had to choose between having a child unexpectedly and having an abortion but after 8 weeks with my lil' guy I've come to realize that its no easy task so these young girls should have a choice.
I guess thats all I got on the issue of politics. Oh wait I do have a pretty funny story to give some counter balance to my ultra liberal idiot ex-friend. When I was 22 I moved back in with my parents for a few months and took some courses at the local community college. On the weekends I would come back to West Chester and stay with Kristen. Anyway during the week I used to be a server at the Ruby Tuesday by my parents. The place really attracted a lot of the typical I Roc driving, denim wearing stereotypical Jersey crowd. Well I happened to be working when there was a pretty big war protest in Philadelphia and it was being aired on the local news stations. I should mention that it was about this time that I realized the level of political douchebaggery I had attained but was still pretty emotional about the war. So..... oh I also need to mention that I worked with the guy who was uber conservative but otherwise a pretty normal guy. He would just throw out these crazy remarks. For example I gave him a ride to work once and he got in my car and was all like "Turn off NPR now!" and I was all like "Why?" He goes "You know it stands for National Propaganda Radio right?" and I was all like "Dude you have like 5 DUI's and can't drive so why don't you shut up about the radio"
So there I am at a white trash Ruby Tuesday watching these protests on the bar TV and I say something along the lines of "The amount of people there is amazing! I wish I had the day off so I could get up there." Before I know it this weird waiter has me pinned up against the bar and is shouting about god knows what. He had this really deranged look in his eyes so I eventually wiggle my way free and he is calling me a commie (which looking back is the best part of the story). It attracted the attention of some of the patrons and a few decided to join in. Well things escalated and I just walked out. Instead of letting it go these guys followed me out to my car and were threatening to beat me. The one thing I remember is the bar patron said to me, "You want to protest now? Where were you to protest the 9/11 attacks?" I said "If there was a protest to stop the 9/11 attacks I would have been there but I guess I missed that one. Where you at that protest?" The guy responded by saying "You better believe I was there and if you don't get out of here I'm going to make those towers look like a fairy tale." I promptly left but I've always wondered what was going through that dudes head to make him say something so absurd.
I guess the moral is that anyone who takes politics too seriously is an idiot.
I mean really into it.
I read all sorts of books about the economy and foreign policy and humorous commentaries and serious critiques etc.....
I was a member of the campus Green Party and would go down to Philly for shows and wait outside to hand out literature.
Basically I was a total fool. And although I know this makes me sounds pretty stupid, I really don't care too much about politics these days.
I think thats the way that most Americans feel. We all have a few key issues that we focus in on and make our decisions based on that. (Unless your like this idiot friend I have [had] who was the definition of an idiot. In high school his books said things like 'Math' and 'English' instead of 'Algebra' and 'English Poetry'. He was always really self conscious about his complete lack of intelligence and was constantly trying to over compensate for it by engaging in "intelligent " conversation and making up words that seemed like they just may be real. Anyway its these type of people that really scare me because when talking about this upcoming election he says things like "Obama really has him on the issues" and "McCain's philosophy on global affairs really doesn't sync up well with the modern American sentiment". What?!?!?!? Basically these type of idiots get bullied around by all of the liberal media outlets like MoveOn.org and honestly believe that McCain has malicious intentions and Obama is our savior. Neither is true. I see all of these fool [a version of me ten years ago] who equate McCain with Hitler. He's a vet! Do these mental midgets not understand that we exist in a country with a government structure that would never allow for such a scenario? It really boils my blood. Anyway back on topic........)
My two issues are foreign policy and abortion.
I'm not sure why but they are. I really don't like the whole concept of war but understand that it is a necessary evil in some circumstances. I just don't believe this is one of those circumstances.
I also hate religious influence in anything, especially politics so I guess thats where the abortion thing comes into play. I mean I got lucky and never was faced with a situation where I had to choose between having a child unexpectedly and having an abortion but after 8 weeks with my lil' guy I've come to realize that its no easy task so these young girls should have a choice.
I guess thats all I got on the issue of politics. Oh wait I do have a pretty funny story to give some counter balance to my ultra liberal idiot ex-friend. When I was 22 I moved back in with my parents for a few months and took some courses at the local community college. On the weekends I would come back to West Chester and stay with Kristen. Anyway during the week I used to be a server at the Ruby Tuesday by my parents. The place really attracted a lot of the typical I Roc driving, denim wearing stereotypical Jersey crowd. Well I happened to be working when there was a pretty big war protest in Philadelphia and it was being aired on the local news stations. I should mention that it was about this time that I realized the level of political douchebaggery I had attained but was still pretty emotional about the war. So..... oh I also need to mention that I worked with the guy who was uber conservative but otherwise a pretty normal guy. He would just throw out these crazy remarks. For example I gave him a ride to work once and he got in my car and was all like "Turn off NPR now!" and I was all like "Why?" He goes "You know it stands for National Propaganda Radio right?" and I was all like "Dude you have like 5 DUI's and can't drive so why don't you shut up about the radio"
So there I am at a white trash Ruby Tuesday watching these protests on the bar TV and I say something along the lines of "The amount of people there is amazing! I wish I had the day off so I could get up there." Before I know it this weird waiter has me pinned up against the bar and is shouting about god knows what. He had this really deranged look in his eyes so I eventually wiggle my way free and he is calling me a commie (which looking back is the best part of the story). It attracted the attention of some of the patrons and a few decided to join in. Well things escalated and I just walked out. Instead of letting it go these guys followed me out to my car and were threatening to beat me. The one thing I remember is the bar patron said to me, "You want to protest now? Where were you to protest the 9/11 attacks?" I said "If there was a protest to stop the 9/11 attacks I would have been there but I guess I missed that one. Where you at that protest?" The guy responded by saying "You better believe I was there and if you don't get out of here I'm going to make those towers look like a fairy tale." I promptly left but I've always wondered what was going through that dudes head to make him say something so absurd.
I guess the moral is that anyone who takes politics too seriously is an idiot.
Monday, November 3, 2008
This Day Anything Goes.......
On Thursday I received notification that I could print out two tickets for the parade celebration at Citizen’s Bank Park. I was so excited that I took off work on Friday.
Well reality sorta set in on Thursday evening and I came to the realization that I could sell these tickets for $50 and spend the day on the couch with my baby boy. And that’s exactly what we did.
It was a fantastic day.
I watched my Phillies parade down Broad St. with my boy in my arms and my pal at my side. I set the house up for the Trick-or-Treaters with some spider webs, black lights and scary paper lanterns. We carved a HUGE pumpkin and Kristen made her best pumpkin seeds to date. Kyle got dressed up like pizza and was absolutely adorable. My brother brought over some pies and Frank showed up with some drinks. The Wilson’s came over and we handed out 8 bags of candy. Later in the evening we had tons of Johnny Jump-Ups and a bottle of Champagne. We watched Arthur’s Scary Stories, Garfield Halloween, Cannibal Ferox and Halloween. I woke up with no pants on in the bar at 4:30.
It was a great night.
Now that Halloween is gone I am really looking forward to Christmas. I’ve already dusted off the Peanuts soundtrack along with some Bing Crosby. Last night we watched Deck the Halls and had our first Winter Lagers. Life is good. I hope I don’t get burnt out on all of this Holiday Hooplah but I’ll worry about that later. For now I’ll track down a copy of A Motown Christmas, read about the origins of Seven Fishes and determine the best way to roast a chestnut.
Well reality sorta set in on Thursday evening and I came to the realization that I could sell these tickets for $50 and spend the day on the couch with my baby boy. And that’s exactly what we did.
It was a fantastic day.
I watched my Phillies parade down Broad St. with my boy in my arms and my pal at my side. I set the house up for the Trick-or-Treaters with some spider webs, black lights and scary paper lanterns. We carved a HUGE pumpkin and Kristen made her best pumpkin seeds to date. Kyle got dressed up like pizza and was absolutely adorable. My brother brought over some pies and Frank showed up with some drinks. The Wilson’s came over and we handed out 8 bags of candy. Later in the evening we had tons of Johnny Jump-Ups and a bottle of Champagne. We watched Arthur’s Scary Stories, Garfield Halloween, Cannibal Ferox and Halloween. I woke up with no pants on in the bar at 4:30.
It was a great night.
Now that Halloween is gone I am really looking forward to Christmas. I’ve already dusted off the Peanuts soundtrack along with some Bing Crosby. Last night we watched Deck the Halls and had our first Winter Lagers. Life is good. I hope I don’t get burnt out on all of this Holiday Hooplah but I’ll worry about that later. For now I’ll track down a copy of A Motown Christmas, read about the origins of Seven Fishes and determine the best way to roast a chestnut.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
I Used To Be Carried In The Arms of Cheerleaders.......
So last night was the night.
The Phillies finally won the World Championship of Baseball.
I still can't get over it. I know it hasn't fully sunk in but I still can't think about it without welling up.
It was a pretty subdued scene at the house last night. The four of us sat in the bedroom and watched on the small TV. Kristen held Kyle on the bed while Brodie and I were lounging on the floor. I wore my '83 St Pats Jersey, '08 National League Champs shirt and my ever lucky Bunker Hat. This is the first time all year that I had to break out the bunker hat but I felt it needed to be done. (A quick explanation: The bunker hat was purchased three years ago on Opening Day. Its a retro hat and it is really the only hat that doesn't make me look like a fool. Anyway it is really beat up and the sun has rendered it a redish white so I only break it out when absolutely necessary....or when I go fishing. Thats how it got the name 'Bunker Hat'. Every summer my father-in-law, brother-in-law and myself pile into a ridiculously small boat to consume lots of 'greenies' and do some killer crabbing. We usually catch next to nothing, end up way too intoxicated, make some obscene jokes and show up to the beach house only to find disappointed looks awaiting us. We also use frozen bunker as the bait in our traps. After one of these trips I was informed that my hat would spend the duration of the vacation on the porch because it stunk like these awful fish. Hence Bunker Hat) It really was a perfect night. I had enough beers to make me really excited and just a little bit out of control so that my wife got to calm the baby down after an occasional shout or scream. We also turned down the suck that is Buck and synced up 1210 so I could hear Harry make the final call.
I cried really hard. Really hard. I got to hold my baby while watching Manuel accept the trophy. Thats something I'll never forget.
We popped some Champagne and just laid in bed crying and watching. It was really special.
A lot of people called me immediately following the game. I only answered the ones who had people on the line that would understand why I was hysterically crying. Sorry Dad, Mom, Dan the Surfer, Frank and Noah (the first time).
I also took off work tomorrow and have two tickets to watch the parade celebration inside CBP. It is going to be absolutely outrageous.
Well right before my wife fell asleep she asked me if this was the greatest day in my life. I can't say that it was. I gave it some thought and came up with the greatest day ever. Its a very short description but I think the simplicity of it is what makes it so special.
My wife and I were in Baltimore once. We were staying at the Inner Harbor but took the Water Taxi over to Fell's Point. We had lunch at a really small sushi place. Next we headed of to Max's (which that day had 96 beers on tap) and enjoyed quite a few drinks while chatting baseball with some Orioles fans. We then took the Water Taxi back to the Inner Harbor to watch the Orioles play the Devil Rays. I bought a retro Orioles hat and was given a Rafael Palmeiro bobble head. After the game (and some Rolling Rocks) we went to Max's Ballpark Bar and had some nachos. To end the evening we walked into a very questionable part of the city and got hot corned beef sandwiches at a sandwich shop called Shane's.
My heaven would be reliving that day over and over. I know most people would have chosen other days (wedding, birth of child, World series etc) but I can't choose a day where I was forced to take a generic anti-diahrrhtic.
The Phillies finally won the World Championship of Baseball.
I still can't get over it. I know it hasn't fully sunk in but I still can't think about it without welling up.
It was a pretty subdued scene at the house last night. The four of us sat in the bedroom and watched on the small TV. Kristen held Kyle on the bed while Brodie and I were lounging on the floor. I wore my '83 St Pats Jersey, '08 National League Champs shirt and my ever lucky Bunker Hat. This is the first time all year that I had to break out the bunker hat but I felt it needed to be done. (A quick explanation: The bunker hat was purchased three years ago on Opening Day. Its a retro hat and it is really the only hat that doesn't make me look like a fool. Anyway it is really beat up and the sun has rendered it a redish white so I only break it out when absolutely necessary....or when I go fishing. Thats how it got the name 'Bunker Hat'. Every summer my father-in-law, brother-in-law and myself pile into a ridiculously small boat to consume lots of 'greenies' and do some killer crabbing. We usually catch next to nothing, end up way too intoxicated, make some obscene jokes and show up to the beach house only to find disappointed looks awaiting us. We also use frozen bunker as the bait in our traps. After one of these trips I was informed that my hat would spend the duration of the vacation on the porch because it stunk like these awful fish. Hence Bunker Hat) It really was a perfect night. I had enough beers to make me really excited and just a little bit out of control so that my wife got to calm the baby down after an occasional shout or scream. We also turned down the suck that is Buck and synced up 1210 so I could hear Harry make the final call.
I cried really hard. Really hard. I got to hold my baby while watching Manuel accept the trophy. Thats something I'll never forget.
We popped some Champagne and just laid in bed crying and watching. It was really special.
A lot of people called me immediately following the game. I only answered the ones who had people on the line that would understand why I was hysterically crying. Sorry Dad, Mom, Dan the Surfer, Frank and Noah (the first time).
I also took off work tomorrow and have two tickets to watch the parade celebration inside CBP. It is going to be absolutely outrageous.
Well right before my wife fell asleep she asked me if this was the greatest day in my life. I can't say that it was. I gave it some thought and came up with the greatest day ever. Its a very short description but I think the simplicity of it is what makes it so special.
My wife and I were in Baltimore once. We were staying at the Inner Harbor but took the Water Taxi over to Fell's Point. We had lunch at a really small sushi place. Next we headed of to Max's (which that day had 96 beers on tap) and enjoyed quite a few drinks while chatting baseball with some Orioles fans. We then took the Water Taxi back to the Inner Harbor to watch the Orioles play the Devil Rays. I bought a retro Orioles hat and was given a Rafael Palmeiro bobble head. After the game (and some Rolling Rocks) we went to Max's Ballpark Bar and had some nachos. To end the evening we walked into a very questionable part of the city and got hot corned beef sandwiches at a sandwich shop called Shane's.
My heaven would be reliving that day over and over. I know most people would have chosen other days (wedding, birth of child, World series etc) but I can't choose a day where I was forced to take a generic anti-diahrrhtic.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Time to play the waiting game................. I'm sick of this game. Lets play Monopoly.
Last night was a complete bust. I am really disappointed in Bud Selig and MLB as a whole.
I had a huge rant planned out but I'll keep it to myself.
The game will eventually be played and I'll be watching. The Phillies have 3 more outs than the Rays to score one more run. I guess I'm OK with that.
Until then the two bottles of champagne will stay in the fridge.
The boy has some killer gas and it kills me to watch him struggle with it but at the same time I can't help but laugh. I mean here is this 6 week old baby grunting his way to some truly glorious gassers. It amazes me that these simple occurrences have taken the place of me going to the World Series or spending the evening at the bar. I guess that in and of itself isn't really too amazing but the fact that I'm fine with it is.
Working on a mix for my brother and its one great song away from being perfect.
Mental note:
I need to find everything released by Prayers and Tears of Arthur Digby Sellers and Frightened Rabbit.
Halloween is coming up. There may be baseball in November. This is shaping up to be a pretty wild time.
I had a huge rant planned out but I'll keep it to myself.
The game will eventually be played and I'll be watching. The Phillies have 3 more outs than the Rays to score one more run. I guess I'm OK with that.
Until then the two bottles of champagne will stay in the fridge.
The boy has some killer gas and it kills me to watch him struggle with it but at the same time I can't help but laugh. I mean here is this 6 week old baby grunting his way to some truly glorious gassers. It amazes me that these simple occurrences have taken the place of me going to the World Series or spending the evening at the bar. I guess that in and of itself isn't really too amazing but the fact that I'm fine with it is.
Working on a mix for my brother and its one great song away from being perfect.
Mental note:
I need to find everything released by Prayers and Tears of Arthur Digby Sellers and Frightened Rabbit.
Halloween is coming up. There may be baseball in November. This is shaping up to be a pretty wild time.
Monday, October 27, 2008
There's No Crying In Baseball
So this is it.
Game 5. The Phils are up 3-1.
It may sound stupid to other people and frankly I don't care. I'm sitting at work in tears. Not the balling type but glossy eyed choked up tears. There are a thousand thoughts running through my head. I think back to my first Phillies game with my father, uncle and cousin. I remember wondering why my mild mannered father was booing Mike Schmidt. I remember spending lazy Sunday afternoons with my grandmother in the left field bleachers of the Vet. She used to make me promise that when I became a pro ball player I would buy her a Jaguar. I remember thinking it was a real possibility. I remember going to a game with my Aunt Carol and getting 100 years of Phillies history over the course nine innings. I remember attending the '93 World Series with my dad and being amazed at the look on his face as we walked up to the park. He had a look a I had never seen before or since. It was sheer excitement. I remember the strike of '94 and swearing off the sport because my hero's had now become something evil. I remember falling in love with the team again in '99 during a completely inconsequential Reds series. I remember staying up all night with Noah just to watch them blow that rat hole up. I remember going to the first night game at Citizen's Bank Park with my best friend and sitting through 2 hours of rain delays only to have him miss his train home. I remember hugging my wife after Thome belted #400 and how could I forget making her wait out that entire rain delay because Phillies fans stay until the game is official.
I take it back now...... that choked up tearing has officially gone to full blown tears. My coworkers must think I'm crazy.
I remember Kristen giving me season tickets as the greatest birthday gift any human has ever given another. I remember every single Opening Day that carries the anticipation of my birthday, Christmas and Halloween wrapped into one. I remember pushing back our honeymoon for one day because the Red Sox were in town and then getting share that game with some of the greatest people I've ever known. I remember Father's Days with my dad and guys nights with my Father-In-Law. I remember the greatest game I've ever attended. The last game of the 2007 season. I remember watching a four game sweep of the Brewers with my brand new baby boy.
I think of all of this and I can't help but be emotional. I love baseball. I love it as more than a sport.
I'll cry when they win tonight. Not only because this is the greatest season I've ever experienced but also because this miracle of a season will finally come to close.
Game 5. The Phils are up 3-1.
It may sound stupid to other people and frankly I don't care. I'm sitting at work in tears. Not the balling type but glossy eyed choked up tears. There are a thousand thoughts running through my head. I think back to my first Phillies game with my father, uncle and cousin. I remember wondering why my mild mannered father was booing Mike Schmidt. I remember spending lazy Sunday afternoons with my grandmother in the left field bleachers of the Vet. She used to make me promise that when I became a pro ball player I would buy her a Jaguar. I remember thinking it was a real possibility. I remember going to a game with my Aunt Carol and getting 100 years of Phillies history over the course nine innings. I remember attending the '93 World Series with my dad and being amazed at the look on his face as we walked up to the park. He had a look a I had never seen before or since. It was sheer excitement. I remember the strike of '94 and swearing off the sport because my hero's had now become something evil. I remember falling in love with the team again in '99 during a completely inconsequential Reds series. I remember staying up all night with Noah just to watch them blow that rat hole up. I remember going to the first night game at Citizen's Bank Park with my best friend and sitting through 2 hours of rain delays only to have him miss his train home. I remember hugging my wife after Thome belted #400 and how could I forget making her wait out that entire rain delay because Phillies fans stay until the game is official.
I take it back now...... that choked up tearing has officially gone to full blown tears. My coworkers must think I'm crazy.
I remember Kristen giving me season tickets as the greatest birthday gift any human has ever given another. I remember every single Opening Day that carries the anticipation of my birthday, Christmas and Halloween wrapped into one. I remember pushing back our honeymoon for one day because the Red Sox were in town and then getting share that game with some of the greatest people I've ever known. I remember Father's Days with my dad and guys nights with my Father-In-Law. I remember the greatest game I've ever attended. The last game of the 2007 season. I remember watching a four game sweep of the Brewers with my brand new baby boy.
I think of all of this and I can't help but be emotional. I love baseball. I love it as more than a sport.
I'll cry when they win tonight. Not only because this is the greatest season I've ever experienced but also because this miracle of a season will finally come to close.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Speakers Push Air?
Big night last night.
Baseball
Baby
Office
Awesome!
A few random thoughts as I drove to work this morning:
-Kristen and I go to my parents every 4th of July because they live by the shore and fireworks on the beach equal big fun. This year we were on the AC Expressway and we see a billboard advertising the Beach Boys playing a free show on July 4th. We spent the rest of the drive recalling our favorite Full House memories involving the Beach Boys with my favorite being my father-in-law cursing the TV when Uncle Jesse jumped on drums with them. We get to my parents and sorta forget the whole thing. So anyway, the 4th rolls around and I pick up the paper to find out exactly what time the fireworks are set for and then I see it....... John Stamos will be joining The Beach Boys. Now I have always been a casual Beach Boys fan. I mean Pet Sounds is cool and I think that God Only Knows is one of the best songs ever but beyond that I'm indifferent. I guess you could say that I'm a bigger Stamos fan than a Beach Boys fan. As pathetic as it sounds, Full House has had a more profound effect on my life than the Beach Boys. Especially a Brian Wilson-less Beach Boys. Although I'm not a Brian Wilson fan. Hmmm... this has been one wild tangent but I feel the need to take a moment to vent about the Brothers Wilson. I used to think that I like dBrian Wilson. I thought he was amazing. I was waiting with wild anticipation when Smile came out. Then I played it non-stop. I even bought Lucky Old Sun and bobbed my head along with it. Then I heard Pacific Ocean Blue and it hit me. Dennis Wilson was the heart and soul of the Beach Boys. Brian Wilson was nothing more than a fraud. He never surfed, he screwed the rest of the band and he was a horrible person to his family. Now he is putting out these god awful records with out dated harmonies and lyrics that rival the intelligenc eof a third grade love poem. Pacific Ocean Blue on the other hand has some soul. Anyway back to the story at hand. My wife and I ended up going to the show and sure enough Stamos was there. The band sounded tight and my 5th grade social studies teacher gave me a beer. Overall a good time was had by all
I had a few more stories to convey that related to music but the market is killing me and it took me all day just to write that story (I'm sure its obvious by the disjointed nature)
Weekend
Awesome
Baseball
Baby
Office
Awesome!
A few random thoughts as I drove to work this morning:
-Kristen and I go to my parents every 4th of July because they live by the shore and fireworks on the beach equal big fun. This year we were on the AC Expressway and we see a billboard advertising the Beach Boys playing a free show on July 4th. We spent the rest of the drive recalling our favorite Full House memories involving the Beach Boys with my favorite being my father-in-law cursing the TV when Uncle Jesse jumped on drums with them. We get to my parents and sorta forget the whole thing. So anyway, the 4th rolls around and I pick up the paper to find out exactly what time the fireworks are set for and then I see it....... John Stamos will be joining The Beach Boys. Now I have always been a casual Beach Boys fan. I mean Pet Sounds is cool and I think that God Only Knows is one of the best songs ever but beyond that I'm indifferent. I guess you could say that I'm a bigger Stamos fan than a Beach Boys fan. As pathetic as it sounds, Full House has had a more profound effect on my life than the Beach Boys. Especially a Brian Wilson-less Beach Boys. Although I'm not a Brian Wilson fan. Hmmm... this has been one wild tangent but I feel the need to take a moment to vent about the Brothers Wilson. I used to think that I like dBrian Wilson. I thought he was amazing. I was waiting with wild anticipation when Smile came out. Then I played it non-stop. I even bought Lucky Old Sun and bobbed my head along with it. Then I heard Pacific Ocean Blue and it hit me. Dennis Wilson was the heart and soul of the Beach Boys. Brian Wilson was nothing more than a fraud. He never surfed, he screwed the rest of the band and he was a horrible person to his family. Now he is putting out these god awful records with out dated harmonies and lyrics that rival the intelligenc eof a third grade love poem. Pacific Ocean Blue on the other hand has some soul. Anyway back to the story at hand. My wife and I ended up going to the show and sure enough Stamos was there. The band sounded tight and my 5th grade social studies teacher gave me a beer. Overall a good time was had by all
I had a few more stories to convey that related to music but the market is killing me and it took me all day just to write that story (I'm sure its obvious by the disjointed nature)
Weekend
Awesome
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Long time coming
It has been quite some time since my last post. I guess I've been putting it off since I wasn't sure how to word everything.
Keep it simple and move on.
Kyle Patrick was born 9/13 at 12:02 AM
8 pounds 9 ounces
Labor was tough. Something I never want my wife to go through again. So bad in fact that I didn't even cry when he was born. Too concerned with her well being.
There it is.
I really can't say much more about the last few weeks so I'll just pick it up from there.
Tonight the Phillies play game 1 of the NLDS against the dreaded Dodgers.
Really? I never worried about the Dodgers but the media would have you believe that Jesus himself plays left field because the Fightin's don't have a chance.
We'll see.
I'm so excited to get home and engage in my new favorite activity. Doing absolutely nothing while holding by lil'boy. Hopefully he will be wearing his Phillies shirt over a long-sleeve onsie when I get home.
Then its dinner and off to the couch for a night of baseball with by main man on my lap, my puppy at my feet and my incredible wife next to me.
I tend to complain quite a bit (not here but in general) but after reading that last sentence I have to think that I'm a lucky guy.
Keep it simple and move on.
Kyle Patrick was born 9/13 at 12:02 AM
8 pounds 9 ounces
Labor was tough. Something I never want my wife to go through again. So bad in fact that I didn't even cry when he was born. Too concerned with her well being.
There it is.
I really can't say much more about the last few weeks so I'll just pick it up from there.
Tonight the Phillies play game 1 of the NLDS against the dreaded Dodgers.
Really? I never worried about the Dodgers but the media would have you believe that Jesus himself plays left field because the Fightin's don't have a chance.
We'll see.
I'm so excited to get home and engage in my new favorite activity. Doing absolutely nothing while holding by lil'boy. Hopefully he will be wearing his Phillies shirt over a long-sleeve onsie when I get home.
Then its dinner and off to the couch for a night of baseball with by main man on my lap, my puppy at my feet and my incredible wife next to me.
I tend to complain quite a bit (not here but in general) but after reading that last sentence I have to think that I'm a lucky guy.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
3-2, bases loaded, down by 3, bottom of the ninth
I watched a fairly good movie last night called Sole Survivor. It took one of my favorite formulas in film and created something fantastically fresh. It told the story of a woman who was the lone survivor of a plane crash. The catch is that she wasn't meant to live and death comes stalking her to even the odds. It reminded me of Carnival of Souls and Night Tide which is never a bad thing. It also got me thinking. Are we the only people capable of making mistakes?
Do you have to have free will to ruin something and be forced to correct it?
I mean could something like life or fate or even death slip up and have to correct itself?
I think thats a topic that I'll dwell on once I'm out of the confines of my lovely cubicle.
Hamels threw a shutout! Yay!
The Mets won again. Boo!
Kristen went to the doctor yesterday and as expected they told her no more work. At first I was so happy for her but then the reality of the situation hit me. They are writing her out of work for a reason. They sent her to get blood work immediately and changed her next appointment to Monday. There is some genuine concern there which scares me a bit. I'm thinking that they may induce her on Monday which is a frightening prospect. I could be a Dad in less than a week.
My stomach just gurgled at the thought.
I really can't find the music that I need right now. Songs that used to do it for me aren't anymore. I've tried all the old stand bys but nothing!
I'll try some Cat Power tonight.
Do you have to have free will to ruin something and be forced to correct it?
I mean could something like life or fate or even death slip up and have to correct itself?
I think thats a topic that I'll dwell on once I'm out of the confines of my lovely cubicle.
Hamels threw a shutout! Yay!
The Mets won again. Boo!
Kristen went to the doctor yesterday and as expected they told her no more work. At first I was so happy for her but then the reality of the situation hit me. They are writing her out of work for a reason. They sent her to get blood work immediately and changed her next appointment to Monday. There is some genuine concern there which scares me a bit. I'm thinking that they may induce her on Monday which is a frightening prospect. I could be a Dad in less than a week.
My stomach just gurgled at the thought.
I really can't find the music that I need right now. Songs that used to do it for me aren't anymore. I've tried all the old stand bys but nothing!
I'll try some Cat Power tonight.
Friday, August 29, 2008
I gotta bad case of noise maker blues.
Today has all the makings of an awful day. I hate that. You are just setting yourself up for a bad weekend. Here are the chain of events that led me to right now.
-Last night I finally settled in to watch 'The Lost'. As I mentioned before I am uber excited for this movie since I just finished the novel a month ago. So I get past the tense beginning and just when the story is about to kick in the disc stops. I hate Netflix. There is scratch down the entire middle of the thing.
-I wake up this morning after falling asleep to a 4-1 Phillies lead to see that they blew the lead in the 8th again and lost the game.
-I had a ticket to see my favoritest band in the world tonight at the TLA. I ended up giving the ticket away because I knew I would have to spend tons of money on drinks and parking plus I can't leave an 8.5 month pregnant women at home and there is no way she would enjoy herself at a Hold Steady show.
-I pulled into work today and realized that I left my lunch sitting on the floor at home. At first this was only a minor inconvienence because I figures I would just go out to lunch but then the true horror hit me. In that Tupperware was Brats, Potatoes and RED CABBAGE. If Brodie got into that our disgusting turquoise rugs would be tie dyed a nice hue of violet. So I had to get back in the car and go home. This not only upset me but B-Man didn't appreciate being woken from his mid morning nap.
So there it is. All the makings of a bad Friday. How do I combat it you may ask? Well I'll tell you. We are going out to dinner with the in-laws where the ol' man will INSIST on me getting good food and even better drinks (in the 22 oz variety). I then plan to come home and hang out on the couch with my wife and watch her favorite (also one of my favorites but I'd never admit that) shows, The Soup. She'll pass out early which leaves me to have a Code Red DVD double feature of Sole Survivor and The Dead Pit. I can't imagine a better evening. Well maybe seeing Sonic Youth and the Hold Steady.
I used to write show reviews for an awful Pitchfork wannabe website. It was cool because once I got into a sold out Alkaline Trio/Pretty Girls Make Graves show based on my press credentials. Actually that was the only cool thing that happened. Anyway about 2 years ago I wrote a review for a Mogwai show and sent it in. They never responded or published it so I just stopped writing for them. Maybe I was a bad writer, maybe they were a bunch of elitist tool or maybe it was a bit of both. Either way I vowed that one day I would get the review published on the web so here it is. I love blogs! Everyone can be a critic.
-Last night I finally settled in to watch 'The Lost'. As I mentioned before I am uber excited for this movie since I just finished the novel a month ago. So I get past the tense beginning and just when the story is about to kick in the disc stops. I hate Netflix. There is scratch down the entire middle of the thing.
-I wake up this morning after falling asleep to a 4-1 Phillies lead to see that they blew the lead in the 8th again and lost the game.
-I had a ticket to see my favoritest band in the world tonight at the TLA. I ended up giving the ticket away because I knew I would have to spend tons of money on drinks and parking plus I can't leave an 8.5 month pregnant women at home and there is no way she would enjoy herself at a Hold Steady show.
-I pulled into work today and realized that I left my lunch sitting on the floor at home. At first this was only a minor inconvienence because I figures I would just go out to lunch but then the true horror hit me. In that Tupperware was Brats, Potatoes and RED CABBAGE. If Brodie got into that our disgusting turquoise rugs would be tie dyed a nice hue of violet. So I had to get back in the car and go home. This not only upset me but B-Man didn't appreciate being woken from his mid morning nap.
So there it is. All the makings of a bad Friday. How do I combat it you may ask? Well I'll tell you. We are going out to dinner with the in-laws where the ol' man will INSIST on me getting good food and even better drinks (in the 22 oz variety). I then plan to come home and hang out on the couch with my wife and watch her favorite (also one of my favorites but I'd never admit that) shows, The Soup. She'll pass out early which leaves me to have a Code Red DVD double feature of Sole Survivor and The Dead Pit. I can't imagine a better evening. Well maybe seeing Sonic Youth and the Hold Steady.
I used to write show reviews for an awful Pitchfork wannabe website. It was cool because once I got into a sold out Alkaline Trio/Pretty Girls Make Graves show based on my press credentials. Actually that was the only cool thing that happened. Anyway about 2 years ago I wrote a review for a Mogwai show and sent it in. They never responded or published it so I just stopped writing for them. Maybe I was a bad writer, maybe they were a bunch of elitist tool or maybe it was a bit of both. Either way I vowed that one day I would get the review published on the web so here it is. I love blogs! Everyone can be a critic.
Mogwai
(Club Sonar, Baltimore
MD)
3.07.2006
There are very few bands that I would make a 4 hour drive to see on a rainy Tuesday when I have to be up at 6:00 on Wednesday. Mogwai is one of those
bands. I loaded up on the NoDoz and Red Bull and made my way down I 95 to
Baltimore. I have seen Mogwai several times at various venues but Sonar was
definitely the most intimate. It was a great setting and the anticipation
was high.
Mogwai quietly took the stage to Cex induced chants of, "Mogwai, boma ye!"
and without hesitation blew the crowd away with “Mogwai Fear Satan”.
I never thought of this as an opener but it worked perfectly. “Mogwai Fear
Satan” set the tone of the evening by lulling the crowd to comfort and then
destroying them with the crushing guitars. People were seen running from the
speakers holding their ears. Truly amazing. The band then softened it up and
played “Acid Food” and “Friend of the Night” from their new album, Mr. Beast. I
couldn’t understand why Mogwai, a band who previously had never released a
single, chose to make “Friend of the Night” their first single. After
seeing it live I now understand. Mogwai played “Friend of the Night” with
such amazing energy that you couldn’t help but get wrapped up in it. The album
simply does not do it justice. The rest of the set did a fantastic job of
mixing older songs with some of the newer material. High points included a heavy
version of “Folk Death 95” and the always amazing “Stanley Kubrick” It made me
realize that, despite the claims that Mogwai has changed their sound, they are
the same band making the same type of music they have always made.
The highlight of the set was definitely the end. The intensity was unreal from
the first note of “Glasgow Mega Snake” to the last. This song is by far
the most punishing on Mr. Beast and it lives up to this live. My
sweatshirt was being pushed back by the sheer volume of the song. It was
by far the loudest musical moment I have ever experienced and the best way for
Mogwai to end their set.
When Mogwai returned to the stage for the encore the crowd was still recovering from “Glasgow Mega Snake”. They chose to completely slow it down by playing “Cody”. “Cody” is my favorite Mogwai song on my favorite Mogwai album, Come on Die Young. This version of “Cody” seemed to be a little slower than both the Come on Die Young and Government Comissions versions and it worked perfectly. It was the most emotionally moving song of the night and it really showed how versatile the band is. Despite pleas for “My Father, My King” the final song was “We’re No
Here” which was fine in my book. It was a little tough getting into it
after the amazing version “Cody”. After “We’re No Here” Mogwai left the stage in
a sea of feedback.
Overall this was the best I have seen Mogwai play. Everything was solid and crisp. There was more crowd interaction that previous shows and the set list was varied. What more could you want on a
rainy Tuesday
night?
Set List:
MOGWAI FEAR SATAN
ACID FOOD
FRIEND OF THE NIGHT
KIDS WILL BE SKELETONS
YOU DON’T KNOW JESUS
KILLING ALL THE FLIES
FOLK DEATH 95
NEW PATHS TO HELICON 2
I KNOW YOU ARE BUT WHAT AM I?
STANLEY KUBRICK
HUNTED BY A FREAK
GLASGOW MEGA SNAKE
Encore:
CODY
WE’RE NO HEREMan I couldn't even read that without cringing. No wonder they never
published it or wrote me back. I stink!
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Brats and Cabbage
I can't believe that I'm going be a dad soon. The enormity of it all gets to me sometimes. It happens when I start to think of the smallest things like leaving work early to get to a soccer practice or picking a good day to take him to get his picture taken with Santa. These are the small events that will define my life for the the next 30 years. Weird.
We went to visit Mark and Jen last night and got to meet two upstanding gentleman, Rocky and Chase. Both cats are cute beyond belief and its amazing to see how different their personalities are. Rocky felt that my lap was the perfect place to take a nap which was fine with me because I was enjoying a Spaten Oktoberfest which was interesting. I liked it as a beer but it didn't have that Americanized Octoberfest taste that you get with Sam Adams or Pete's. I guess thats like an American weened on General Tso's Chicken going to China and not enjoying the food. So be it. I don't mind playing the role of the ignorant fool.
The Phillies lost. I turned it off after the second Delgado HR. I can't take it sometimes.
Seanez = Least Favorite Phillie Ever!
I made Black Beans and Rice late last night. I put too much hot sauce in it so I had to over-compensate with extra chicken stock. It may have been the best batch I've ever made or at least thats what Kristen said.
Kristen has this green maternity shirt that is beyond cute. I like to call her "Froggy" when she wears it. I know its weird. I wonder how our kids will see her. Will they see her as this cute girl that is always smiling and brimming with fun or will they just see her as Mom. It makes me wonder about my own mother and all of the other mothers in the world. Do they have dual lives? Does something inside change once you have a kid? Growing up I always thought these questions would be answered in a pretty definitive fashion once you have children but I still find myself wanting to go to Horror Conventions, drink too much and spend lots of money I don't have on things I don't need. Man this parenting thing could be tough.
Tonight "The Lost". I'm gonna make it happen!
We went to visit Mark and Jen last night and got to meet two upstanding gentleman, Rocky and Chase. Both cats are cute beyond belief and its amazing to see how different their personalities are. Rocky felt that my lap was the perfect place to take a nap which was fine with me because I was enjoying a Spaten Oktoberfest which was interesting. I liked it as a beer but it didn't have that Americanized Octoberfest taste that you get with Sam Adams or Pete's. I guess thats like an American weened on General Tso's Chicken going to China and not enjoying the food. So be it. I don't mind playing the role of the ignorant fool.
The Phillies lost. I turned it off after the second Delgado HR. I can't take it sometimes.
Seanez = Least Favorite Phillie Ever!
I made Black Beans and Rice late last night. I put too much hot sauce in it so I had to over-compensate with extra chicken stock. It may have been the best batch I've ever made or at least thats what Kristen said.
Kristen has this green maternity shirt that is beyond cute. I like to call her "Froggy" when she wears it. I know its weird. I wonder how our kids will see her. Will they see her as this cute girl that is always smiling and brimming with fun or will they just see her as Mom. It makes me wonder about my own mother and all of the other mothers in the world. Do they have dual lives? Does something inside change once you have a kid? Growing up I always thought these questions would be answered in a pretty definitive fashion once you have children but I still find myself wanting to go to Horror Conventions, drink too much and spend lots of money I don't have on things I don't need. Man this parenting thing could be tough.
Tonight "The Lost". I'm gonna make it happen!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Late Nights and Fun with Electricity
The Phillies won last night and I couldn't be happier.
Nothing better than first place with a win over the dreaded Mets.
Extra innings and I fell asleep by midnight. Woke up tired and frustrated I didn't make it until the bottom of 13 but there will be other games.
The wife is getting really uncomfortable and the doctor is willing to "write her out of work".
This opens up the possibility of an extra week and a half off before the baby comes. This will not only do wonders for the morale around the ranch but also for our wallets come Christmas.
Christmas. I think that is what I'm looking forward to most about having a baby. The ability to pass on all of these traditions that mean so much to me now. I hope he grows up with the utmost respect for 7 fishes, the Bing Crosby Christmas Greats album, Charlie Brown, The Twilight Zone episode 'Night of the Meek and his family. I guess this whole experiment would be a success if all of that happened. I mean really what else could I ask for?
I've been thinking about Pumpkin Ale a lot recently. My top 5:
1. Dogfish Head - Punk'in Ale
2. Smuttynose- Pumpkin Ale
3. Saranac- Pumpkin Ale
4.Weyerbacher- Imperial Pumpkin Ale (this also happens to have my favorite label of all time)
5. Iron Hill- Pumpkin Ale
I'm on a mission to try as many Pumpkin Ale's as I can this year. Lets see how these parenting schenanigans play into this plan.
The B-Man is at camp today which means that I get to take a late lunch and spend the whole time in the car. I guess its worth it because the ol' man put in a ceiling fan in the nursery today. If you were wondering, yes it does make me feel like less of a man having my in-laws do maintenance work around my house but I'll be damned if you catch me doing that. Then after work were going to my brother-in-laws place so I can see their new kittens and try an Oktoberfest that I've never had before. I'm a big fan of baby animals and beer so I see this working out well for me.
Hopefully I'll get to watch 'The Lost' tonight. Man that was a good book
Baseball.
Maybe no movie till Thursday.
I just found out the new Gaslight Anthem album came out last week. If I was five years younger I would have been at Chester County Music the day it came out. Now I'm trying to justify spending the $10 to download it. Who am I kidding?
Soulseek.
Its starting to feel like Fall out. I saw my breath when I let Brodie out this morning.
I'm beyond excited.
Nothing better than first place with a win over the dreaded Mets.
Extra innings and I fell asleep by midnight. Woke up tired and frustrated I didn't make it until the bottom of 13 but there will be other games.
The wife is getting really uncomfortable and the doctor is willing to "write her out of work".
This opens up the possibility of an extra week and a half off before the baby comes. This will not only do wonders for the morale around the ranch but also for our wallets come Christmas.
Christmas. I think that is what I'm looking forward to most about having a baby. The ability to pass on all of these traditions that mean so much to me now. I hope he grows up with the utmost respect for 7 fishes, the Bing Crosby Christmas Greats album, Charlie Brown, The Twilight Zone episode 'Night of the Meek and his family. I guess this whole experiment would be a success if all of that happened. I mean really what else could I ask for?
I've been thinking about Pumpkin Ale a lot recently. My top 5:
1. Dogfish Head - Punk'in Ale
2. Smuttynose- Pumpkin Ale
3. Saranac- Pumpkin Ale
4.Weyerbacher- Imperial Pumpkin Ale (this also happens to have my favorite label of all time)
5. Iron Hill- Pumpkin Ale
I'm on a mission to try as many Pumpkin Ale's as I can this year. Lets see how these parenting schenanigans play into this plan.
The B-Man is at camp today which means that I get to take a late lunch and spend the whole time in the car. I guess its worth it because the ol' man put in a ceiling fan in the nursery today. If you were wondering, yes it does make me feel like less of a man having my in-laws do maintenance work around my house but I'll be damned if you catch me doing that. Then after work were going to my brother-in-laws place so I can see their new kittens and try an Oktoberfest that I've never had before. I'm a big fan of baby animals and beer so I see this working out well for me.
Hopefully I'll get to watch 'The Lost' tonight. Man that was a good book
Baseball.
Maybe no movie till Thursday.
I just found out the new Gaslight Anthem album came out last week. If I was five years younger I would have been at Chester County Music the day it came out. Now I'm trying to justify spending the $10 to download it. Who am I kidding?
Soulseek.
Its starting to feel like Fall out. I saw my breath when I let Brodie out this morning.
I'm beyond excited.
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