May 2010
28 posts
Tombstones
The graveside service had ended and the black clouds looming overhead had held off dumping their springtime rain throughout the pastor’s 22-minute eulogy.
Afterward, I stood there with my brother and sister, beside the gravel roadway inside the cemetery, waiting to drive my grandparents to the funeral’s afterparty. That’s probably not the correct term.
Everyone was making idle...
Ballers
We sat near the front of the restaurant for Friday night cocktails. It was a fancy place, complete with a little indoor waterfall right near our table. It was hot out, and I wanted something beyond my normal beer or wine or vodka soda with lime, so I got a mojito at the recommendation of our server.
She had the strawberry limeade.
As we sat there, four guys from college walk in. They were our...
“I just want to tell you good luck. We’re all counting on you.”
– I emailed this line to a buddy of mine four times this morning, back-to-back. We both serve on the board of a networking group and he’s doing an interview with a newspaper reporter today. He didn’t pick up on the Airplane! reference. Oh well.
Angry Birds
Rarely do I download games to the iPhone, particularly because the good ones cost money and not that I’m cheap it’s just I’ve always had a hard time justifying app purchases because that money can really stack up or can go towards iTunes music but I’d heard a lot of great things about this new game “Angry Birds” and well anyway yesterday I downloaded it and...
WatchSpringsteen, Lady Gaga, Elton John, Sting, Blondie and some other lady sing “Don’t Stop Believin’” at Carnegie Hall.
If you need me, I’ll be picking up my hypothalamus from off the floor.
Jeans
God, these jeans are amazing.
The break. The fit. The durable twill-weave cotton fabric. The dark stone wash. The tightness toward the top, the slimness through the leg. I imagine some sort of action hero wearing jeans like this, maybe he’s got on a bulletproof vest or something and a pair of sweet black sunglasses. He’d definitely be holding a black gun of some kind in his hand, the...
I wonder what it’ll sound like on the day...
Playboy
Why am I so nervous?
There I was, well over age 18 and deep into my 20s. I fumbled out of the car, anxious as hell to get this over with, and walked into the bookstore to purchase a Playboy magazine.
Not for myself, mind you. No, my brother was turning 18, and I decided I’d give him a Playboy for his birthday - right in front of my parents, as we all sat around watching him open gifts. It...
An Email I Sent To That Guy
That guy from this morning’s post and I have been going back and forth throughout the day. I’ve given up being nice or showing any semblance of maturity; he’s obviously a dense character. I think I’ve succeeded in making him despise me.
Here’s my final correspondence with him.
Hey,
One last thing: My blog’s Facebook fan page is nearing 700 likes/fans (I...
Replies
I got an email this morning from a guy who read my blog, which is all lighthearted commentary about our city. He didn’t like something I wrote about: A popular local bar, called Buddy’s, being acquired by the East Coast chain restaurant Friendly’s. Buddy’s is a dive bar; Friendly’s is a cheesy family restaurant. It was an obvious joke. Here’s his email.
I...
I Can't Stop Thinking About Fried Pork Tenderloin...
Did you know about these? How have I not heard about them? It’s so simple yet, they are so rare. A delicacy in the Midwest, not available to outsiders. The thinness, the flatness, the succulency. I mean, supposed succulency. I’ve only seen pictures. I’ve never had one. Obviously. Why aren’t these nationwide? Why hasn’t someone opened a Pork-fil-a chain of...
