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To think that I contemplated...CONTEMPLATED staying home last night instead of meeting up with C-Pants & DKN in the city would've been a crime against society. But, I promised mama I'd dog-sit over the weekend while she was out of town. Lucky for me, those boys are house-trained because I ended up rolling home around 3:00am. Let me also provide you a simple math exercise in the field of alcoholism:
- 3 Newcastle Ales + 1 Long Island Iced Tea + 2 Amstel Lights = 1 hungover individual this morning.
Oh, and this shouldn't come as a big deal. But we found ourselves seated 4 feet away from some musician. Perhaps you've heard of his father. I vaguely remember telling the other two "I might as well say I'm right next to Julian or Sean Lennon, right?"
Sorry. But when your ringtone is set to CSN's "Suite: Judy Blue Eyes", you are in violation of the Cellphone Decency Act (2000). Damn these engineers whom I must share cubicle space with.
Alright, Vox. I've officially drawn a line in the sand. This lackluster display of what you call aggression will not stand, man. Snap out of it!!
Whenever the time approaches for an unavoidable encounter with my dad's side of the family, I always run about 400 scenarios through my head of what will transpire. You see, I'm not bitter over the whole fallout with my mom anymore because that's beyond the rear-view mirror. Yet, everyone on dad's side makes it the topic of conversation every time us "kids" are around, while we're the ones who have moved on.
This past Friday marked the special day of holy matrimony between my cousin and his bride-to-be. And I'll hand it to the clergyman who mixed in quite a bit of humor to hold everyone's interest while we sat back and watched a litany of vows & rings exchanged + other extracurricular activities of symbolic melding. The high point of the ceremony was when my cousin (B. as he'll be referred to from now on) was asked what day it was in the calendar year because after B. correctly said "May 23", the priest assured him to always remember that day since women NEVER forget a certain day of the year. Therefore it would be wise to not schedule that dinner reservation, one year from now, at the 11th hour.
Later on, we were led into a wine cellar at the fine establishment where I feasted on some quality Pinot Noir & proved to be an evil angelic influence on my 18-year-old 2nd cousin. She was a bit hesitant to stand in line and be denied the nectar of the gods, so she asked if there was a bottle of white zinfandel on the counter that I could get her. And here I thought white zinfandel jumped the shark in the mid-90s. So instead, I insisted that she'd much prefer a glass of pinot grigio, which never goes out of style.
Once I saw my dad out of the corner of my eye, I walked over and discovered him enjoying a glass of cabernet sauvignon. This is a man who rarely, if ever, could be seen drinking anything with the slightest bit of alcohol. Although, I'll cut him the slack for being a cardiologist. That news about red wine being good for the heart must have tipped his scales. Speaking of which, instead of discussing family matters, I engaged him in conversation about the newest advances in cardiology since I know just enough to follow along. Who would've guessed the topic of troponin levels could turn a possibly awkward moment into a comfortable one?
In order to continue with this post, I have required the assistance of both my sister & sister-in-law to send me some photos from the wedding. Yes, I'm the jerk-ass who left his camera at home...
Sometimes you have poke SixApart with a stick to make 'em release your latest post to the public. See below.
When C-pants put forth the proposition of us attending a Belgian Beer Festival, I thought a rare occurrence of universal harmony was about to take place. I even disregarded my Day of Sabbath (Sundays) to partake in some heavy alcoholic consumption. If only the event was held outside with 80-degree weather, I may have very well jumped in the Schuykill (skoo - kull) River and drowned with a smile on my face knowing I went out on a high note. Hmm, maybe not...especially since Uncle Sam NEEDS my tax dollars. No way I'm dying on his watch.
Once we made our way out of 30th Street Station, we trudged, and I mean trudged through a construction zone which was also met with gusty winds causing us to shield our faces in safety. We were suddenly in the Mojave Desert, and maybe it was a sign we should have turned back.
Inside, we were greeted with our very own 8 oz. glasses, a wristband, and the introductory song from Exile on Main Street. This certainly had promise...until we practically reached our first, or was it second table? I think C- put it best: "Ugh. Cherry-flavored cough syrup." Perhaps, that was an isolated incident. But it turned out not to be so, since half the tables were serving either: champagne-flavored beer (yes, there is such a thing), or Robitussin. Either the Belgians have been sleeping on the job, or they're shipping inferior beer overseas and keeping the good stuff for themselves. We'll see the next time I'm at a GERMAN beer festival in the area. After all, they pride themselves on the maltiest, hoppiest of suds.
What are your top five break-up songs?
Submitted by gt.
My my, gt, who's the stalker? Anyways, so many songs, so little to choose from. At least 25% of the songs ever written in music history are either directly or indirectly breakup songs. I don't think I can narrow it down to a Top 5. But I'll give you five that have been in heavy rotation since last week.
so dull it kills you stifle me infectious sense of
hopelessness and prayers for rain i suffocate i
breathe in dirt and nowhere shines but desolate
and drab the hours all spent on killing time
again all waiting for the rain
you fracture me your hands on me a touch so
plain so stale it kills you strangle me entangle
me in hopelessness and prayers for rain i
deteriorate i live in dirt and nowhere glows but
drearily and tired the hours all spent on killing
time again all waiting for the rain
Just your typical May weather in the mid-atlantic region.
5.) "I set the building on fire." (Milton, Office Space).
4.) "Do you expect me to talk?" (James Bond)
"No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to die." (Goldfinger)
3.) "3,000 years of beautiful tradition from Moses to Sandy Koufax. You're god-damn right I'm living in the fucking past!" (Walter Sobczak, The Big Lebowski)
2.) "I find your lack of faith disturbing." (Darth Vader, Star Wars IV: A New Hope)
1.) Typing it alone does not do it justice. See below.
