That's right. I just wanted to point out to all you guido's that in 24 hours I'll probably be up, at them, and ready to roll. Did I mention that Mopeppa and I are spittin' the bit and splittin' town?Thought so. I've mentioned the big things yesterday (Rushmore, Black Hills, Wall Drug)
There's bomb shit activities in SoDak....
Where we'll be:
http://www.rapidcitykoa.com/
Don't let Dorajar read these... ; )
http://www.blackhills.com/woodcarving/
http://www.blackhillsbadlands.com/presidential/
http://www.rushmorewaterslide.com/
This one looked cooler: http://www.evansplunge.com/
http://storyofthebison.com/
http://www.reptilegardens.com/
Do they pay you to fuck them bears? "Fear and Loathing" reference? No? http://www.bearcountryusa.com/
And this last question is an online poll. (Get on my online POLL! HA! Ugh. To early for pervy)
For my cold weather long pants do I want:
1-Jeans
2-Overalls
3-Kilt
4-Assless Chaps
I thought I'd try an interactive approach.
(Disclaimer: Not soliciting packing advice here, pipples. I know how to do that. Just making things lively on what is amounting to be "my Friday")
I may post from the road. I might not. Haven't decided yet.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
2 Days
I can hardly stand it.
In 2 days I can leave town.
Leave Rehearsals.
City workouts.
To hop in a convertible and drive 8.5 hours to near Southern South Dakota for some campa campa camping at the KOA Kampground. They have a Singing/Poetry reading cowboy that also makes pancake breakfasts. Pan. Cake. Breakfasts.
Badlands, Wall Drug, Dinosaur Nat'l Park...Rushmore. (OMG, the people that'll be out there!)
Or I'll just sit poolside with a book, drinking a cocktail out of a plastic cup. Covered in SPF 30 and bug spray just...lounging.
I may have to scoop mo-peppa out of bed in the early a.m., toss her a$$ in the car, and head out of town early. Like, 5 a.m. on Friday? Damn I'm impatient.
In 2 days I can leave town.
Leave Rehearsals.
City workouts.
To hop in a convertible and drive 8.5 hours to near Southern South Dakota for some campa campa camping at the KOA Kampground. They have a Singing/Poetry reading cowboy that also makes pancake breakfasts. Pan. Cake. Breakfasts.
Badlands, Wall Drug, Dinosaur Nat'l Park...Rushmore. (OMG, the people that'll be out there!)
Or I'll just sit poolside with a book, drinking a cocktail out of a plastic cup. Covered in SPF 30 and bug spray just...lounging.
I may have to scoop mo-peppa out of bed in the early a.m., toss her a$$ in the car, and head out of town early. Like, 5 a.m. on Friday? Damn I'm impatient.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Words of Wisdom from Papa P...
My dad just talked my ear off about "preparing for the worst" on the impending road trip- I just called to see if I could borrow their DVR to document our hijinks, and the following is what ensued:
Dad-"What if you show up and they gave away your campsite?"
P- "Dad, we made reservations online"
Dad-"Hah. (His laugh is kind of like I'm naive for planning "online", or not thinking of this next part which comes straight from the movie "Vacation") Live and learn, Mikey...live and learn. Just you wait...you two'lll show up and then they'll say: 'Well we don't have a record of this', and then you're screwed."
P-"Dad, that won't happen...it's confir-"
Dad-(Ignoring Baby son) "So yeah, I'll get that campstove for you, and some cooking pans. Mikey, when you're out in the middle of no where you'll be so Goddamn grateful you can boil some clean water to wash your hands"
P-"Dad, it's the KOA campground for Chrissakes! Tennis courts? Pool? Jacuzzi?"
Dad-"Oh Yeah, those are pretty nice...you'll probably get your own shower stall. Or tub. They'll charge ya a couple bucks to us'em though"
At least he's looking out for me.
; )
Dad-"What if you show up and they gave away your campsite?"
P- "Dad, we made reservations online"
Dad-"Hah. (His laugh is kind of like I'm naive for planning "online", or not thinking of this next part which comes straight from the movie "Vacation") Live and learn, Mikey...live and learn. Just you wait...you two'lll show up and then they'll say: 'Well we don't have a record of this', and then you're screwed."
P-"Dad, that won't happen...it's confir-"
Dad-(Ignoring Baby son) "So yeah, I'll get that campstove for you, and some cooking pans. Mikey, when you're out in the middle of no where you'll be so Goddamn grateful you can boil some clean water to wash your hands"
P-"Dad, it's the KOA campground for Chrissakes! Tennis courts? Pool? Jacuzzi?"
Dad-"Oh Yeah, those are pretty nice...you'll probably get your own shower stall. Or tub. They'll charge ya a couple bucks to us'em though"
At least he's looking out for me.
; )
Monday, June 26, 2006
Overuse
I kill things. More to the point, I kill words. Here is a short list of terms/sayings/noises that are slowly (and some quickly) becoming endangered:
Calling people "Hookers" or "Racist"
IJS/INS
Making the sound effect "prrrrrt" (In response to just about everything)
Shit Ton
Um, yeah.
Calling people "Hookers" or "Racist"
IJS/INS
Making the sound effect "prrrrrt" (In response to just about everything)
Shit Ton
Um, yeah.
Proud Weekend
No, really, seriously.
Rotten weather frass kept me from getting out of doors Saturday afternoon to engage in hard core manual labor frass, BUT it didn’t keep me from having a stellar time at the No Refunds BQ where I ate way, too, much food. (I was a protein piggy, big time. The final tally was 2 Boca Patties, grilled chicky boob, a kebab, and what amounted to a whole yuppie chicken spinach feta brat. Which was damn tasty. Damn) The only let downs of the evening were (1) The MD/H-Bomb make-out session never happened and (2) Mo-ped kicked my hearty ass in pool.
Anyway, thanks to Gabpril and the rest of the yahoo’s for throwing the shindig. It was a blast.
Sunday brought P-Ride, which I hadn’t been to since frassin’ ’03? I think? Pride used to be a huge dealio to the Porkchops and I when we were younger. Ssssssteve the Gay Burrito made the epic trip from his WI farm to join me in parade/'mo watching and reminisching about Pride’s past. (Including the infamous Pride ’99 which many of us who are still living have great difficulty remembering the intricate details. Well... I remember drinking Chard shooters at 9am, Orley flashing the parade, ugly-assed queens, pictures in the big green chair, and walking...many, many, blocks...back to our car. Glorious) After a good 2 hours of watching, laughing, and frassing, ‘Peppa and the Jungle Bonny came toodling along amidst shouts of "Hey Perry’s…Looking Good!". She jumped ship and we headed over to Joe’s and the park for cocktails, restroom visits (I haven’t had to go to the baffroom that bad in aaages) and people watching. Mullets, hickeys, lube venders, and parrots were all spotted… In addition to a shite-ton of puntable puppies. In short: It was the Pridiest Pride in Pridesville.
After a pit stop at the Palacio del Peppa + the local ‘Bucks for fraps, we headed back to mi Casa for some patio BS. As the day waned, the Gay burrito jumped back into this burrito-mobile for the epic return voyage to the farm…And I’d just like to put out there: He bought a horse. He has become the Green Acres Gay.
Hope y’all had a happy Pride ’06!
*Please send your love to the ‘Peppa, who experienced a rainstorm freeway spin-out in her Peppa-mobile Saturday afternoon. She’s okay, albeit currently sans transport. Broken tire rods suck.
**Protein Piggy, btw
***This brings the Gay Burrito’s new tally of critters to: A horse, several chickens, 3 dogs, 4 cats, and a boyfriend
****I heart the following: Trader Joe’s Wine/Curry mix/Vegetables. I also heart my co-op yuppie chicken brats.
***** If you had forgotten that 6/25 is Happychristmasbaby’s half-b’day? Shame shame, I know your name. I was in full anticipation of spankings/open mouth kisses/general debauchery. (And here I was I was at Pride fer Chrissakes.) Instead the Gay Burrito points at me, laughs, and says "HA we’re OLD!"
: P to all. ‘Peppa remembered. Although for the life of me I'm not sure what to do with racist literature, a tinfoil wrapped ball of smack, and a broken salt shaker. ; )
Rotten weather frass kept me from getting out of doors Saturday afternoon to engage in hard core manual labor frass, BUT it didn’t keep me from having a stellar time at the No Refunds BQ where I ate way, too, much food. (I was a protein piggy, big time. The final tally was 2 Boca Patties, grilled chicky boob, a kebab, and what amounted to a whole yuppie chicken spinach feta brat. Which was damn tasty. Damn) The only let downs of the evening were (1) The MD/H-Bomb make-out session never happened and (2) Mo-ped kicked my hearty ass in pool.
Anyway, thanks to Gabpril and the rest of the yahoo’s for throwing the shindig. It was a blast.
Sunday brought P-Ride, which I hadn’t been to since frassin’ ’03? I think? Pride used to be a huge dealio to the Porkchops and I when we were younger. Ssssssteve the Gay Burrito made the epic trip from his WI farm to join me in parade/'mo watching and reminisching about Pride’s past. (Including the infamous Pride ’99 which many of us who are still living have great difficulty remembering the intricate details. Well... I remember drinking Chard shooters at 9am, Orley flashing the parade, ugly-assed queens, pictures in the big green chair, and walking...many, many, blocks...back to our car. Glorious) After a good 2 hours of watching, laughing, and frassing, ‘Peppa and the Jungle Bonny came toodling along amidst shouts of "Hey Perry’s…Looking Good!". She jumped ship and we headed over to Joe’s and the park for cocktails, restroom visits (I haven’t had to go to the baffroom that bad in aaages) and people watching. Mullets, hickeys, lube venders, and parrots were all spotted… In addition to a shite-ton of puntable puppies. In short: It was the Pridiest Pride in Pridesville.
After a pit stop at the Palacio del Peppa + the local ‘Bucks for fraps, we headed back to mi Casa for some patio BS. As the day waned, the Gay burrito jumped back into this burrito-mobile for the epic return voyage to the farm…And I’d just like to put out there: He bought a horse. He has become the Green Acres Gay.
Hope y’all had a happy Pride ’06!
*Please send your love to the ‘Peppa, who experienced a rainstorm freeway spin-out in her Peppa-mobile Saturday afternoon. She’s okay, albeit currently sans transport. Broken tire rods suck.
**Protein Piggy, btw
***This brings the Gay Burrito’s new tally of critters to: A horse, several chickens, 3 dogs, 4 cats, and a boyfriend
****I heart the following: Trader Joe’s Wine/Curry mix/Vegetables. I also heart my co-op yuppie chicken brats.
***** If you had forgotten that 6/25 is Happychristmasbaby’s half-b’day? Shame shame, I know your name. I was in full anticipation of spankings/open mouth kisses/general debauchery. (And here I was I was at Pride fer Chrissakes.) Instead the Gay Burrito points at me, laughs, and says "HA we’re OLD!"
: P to all. ‘Peppa remembered. Although for the life of me I'm not sure what to do with racist literature, a tinfoil wrapped ball of smack, and a broken salt shaker. ; )
Saturday, June 24, 2006
A night of pool frassin'
Nibbles and Wine, Wine and Nibbles...and I demolished an entire plate of shrimp.
That was Thursday, when after a very warm day 'Bean, Peppa, and I converged on the neighbors pad for some frass and pool time. There's something cathartic in being able to sit around and flap your gums over veeno and niblets that escapes definition.
By the end of the night, I was a cold-monkey ('Tex and I froze our nuggies off in the pool. ) there were 2 empty magnums of Pinot and Chard, and several empty serving tray's covered in discarded shrimp shells.
Oof. The 4th'll be a buh-LAST!
Good luck, Redwright...
That was Thursday, when after a very warm day 'Bean, Peppa, and I converged on the neighbors pad for some frass and pool time. There's something cathartic in being able to sit around and flap your gums over veeno and niblets that escapes definition.
By the end of the night, I was a cold-monkey ('Tex and I froze our nuggies off in the pool. ) there were 2 empty magnums of Pinot and Chard, and several empty serving tray's covered in discarded shrimp shells.
Oof. The 4th'll be a buh-LAST!
Good luck, Redwright...
Frassy Friday
No wonder my car is frassy. Drive to Woodbury, drive to DT Mipples for a callback. Back To the 'bury. Then back to DT Mipples in hot-hot-hot rush hour traffic for an audition at Hey City. (Sorry if I missed you RSvP) Eh. Meh Beep woot.
Keep your fingers crossed on both, please. Really. The 2nd one especially, for my sanity. See me in person if you want a further explanation.
So, Pepp's came over to make me dinner while I got ready for this, um...party? (btw- I have a new love in my neighborhood co-op. It truly 'tis the bomb shite.) Thanks to her generosity, my fridge is stocked with TJ wine and fresh veggie niblets. We noshed black bean veggie wraps b4 heading out to a skyscraper party. That's right. 'Bean had some friends he had worked with that throw an annual solstice party, and were cool with him dragging us along. (He also brought his daughter and her BeeF, plus his date Ray-ray.)
And, um. So. Wow.
You know, I've been in some big frickin' homes. Mansions even. I've never, however, hung out in the top 3 floors of a down town art deco skyscraper. It. Was. Hot.
Seriously, here's me trying to be all dapper and upscale with my hipster ensemble and the rest of the partygoers are wearing jeans, T's, and polo's...
For serial, the top three floors. What a frassin' view.
Still didn't keep me from making a joke that I'd probably do nude jumping jacks in front of the window to see if I could make out my naked silhouette on the glass building across the street.
Keep your fingers crossed on both, please. Really. The 2nd one especially, for my sanity. See me in person if you want a further explanation.
So, Pepp's came over to make me dinner while I got ready for this, um...party? (btw- I have a new love in my neighborhood co-op. It truly 'tis the bomb shite.) Thanks to her generosity, my fridge is stocked with TJ wine and fresh veggie niblets. We noshed black bean veggie wraps b4 heading out to a skyscraper party. That's right. 'Bean had some friends he had worked with that throw an annual solstice party, and were cool with him dragging us along. (He also brought his daughter and her BeeF, plus his date Ray-ray.)
And, um. So. Wow.
You know, I've been in some big frickin' homes. Mansions even. I've never, however, hung out in the top 3 floors of a down town art deco skyscraper. It. Was. Hot.
Seriously, here's me trying to be all dapper and upscale with my hipster ensemble and the rest of the partygoers are wearing jeans, T's, and polo's...
For serial, the top three floors. What a frassin' view.
Still didn't keep me from making a joke that I'd probably do nude jumping jacks in front of the window to see if I could make out my naked silhouette on the glass building across the street.
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
This is too good to not write...
Boo Ya! YAY SUMMER!
Last night we celebrated my dad's birthday at a little restaurant out in Wayzata called "Black Ford's". It was going to be me, my dad, and my mom until my mom called me at 4:30 saying that RSvP and Co were going to meet us at the restaurant as a surprise. Now some of y'all know that it took an act of Goddess to finally settle on where we were gonna eat (With dad perpetually pawning off the planning on P the lesser.) but we chose the aforementioned cafe. So, I call Ro and Co to confirm a 7:00pm meeting.
I show up, gussied for a Wayzata dinner. Mom and Dad are appropriately gussied as well. When dad "pops" open the back of the Explorer showing two dirty old lawn mowers he had brought home to fix.
"Mikey, gimme a hand here and help me get these out of the back of the car."
"Dad...they're kinda dirty and we're kinda dressed up"
"Gawdammit Mikey, throw on some gloves and help me out here"
So we frassed on getting them out, Dad providing me instructions on actually lifting: "Dad, for fucks sakes I don't need a tutorial in manual labor now this'll go faster if you use your breath for breathin' and not bitchin'!".
Already...Happy B'day, Mr. P
So this restaurant closes at 8:30. By the time I got to their place, mower-frassed, spot cleaned the grease/dirt from my clothes (Dad didn't bother. He's all man.) we were heading out at 6:59.
I get a call from Ro saying "Where R U & how long?". BTW- The vibrating buzz of my cell phone freaked my mom out. She thought there was a bee in the car.
Now, they technically only live 10 minutes away from this place. Dad, however did 2 Dad things which are par for the course.
1) He hates stop lights. He'll make a big circle just to ensure he doesn't have to wait behind the rabble. This has been playfully called "The scenic route", or "Pat, I'm gonna show Mikey some of them houses we drove past when we took Rocky to the park"
2) He was flipping through his coupon guide (While driving) when he came across 5 other restaurants that he thought were a hot ticket (Including Pannekoeken Huis) "Hey, we're right down the street from the Istanbul Cafe'!!! Mikey you like ethnic food!" Fearing we'd never make it, from the backseat I snatched the guide out of his hands and said "Dad, I think Honky Chevy's (mom: "Mikey LANGUAGE!") sounds like a hot ticket. And besides, this place closes at 8:30 so maybe we wanna just check it out quick to decide" (Subtly trying to get him to the restaurant and to the waiting Ro and Co.)
"GAWDAMMIT Mikey, you are being a real pain in the a$$ tonight!"
"Look dad, it's your Gawdamn Birthday (MIKEY, LANGUAGE!) if you wanna go to the frassin' McDonalds I could give a s#it. I'm hungry, frassy (What?), and I just wanna sit down at this place to celebrate your gawdamn 46th birthday"
Silence. 'til dad says:
"Denny Berry has a studio in this mall up here"
"Really? How's Whitney doing?"
And yes...he was surprised as hell when we got in there. And I got an apologetic hug before dinner. We did the P thing, and all noshed off of each others plates (Walleye sandwich, Sicillian Enchilada, Reuben, Spinach Ravioli, and a Raspberry Chicken Salad...just guess what I had) before heading back to mom and dad's for some wine, cake, and a recitive of the newest comedy show that Mom/Pop P discovered: "Man Bites Dog". Seriously. They did an entire episode. And you think I'm bad?
Love you guys! Happy Summer! Happy Wednesday! Happy birthday! My 1/2 Birthday is days away! Gifts can be in the form of pretty perrenials! (I keed, I keed)
Last night we celebrated my dad's birthday at a little restaurant out in Wayzata called "Black Ford's". It was going to be me, my dad, and my mom until my mom called me at 4:30 saying that RSvP and Co were going to meet us at the restaurant as a surprise. Now some of y'all know that it took an act of Goddess to finally settle on where we were gonna eat (With dad perpetually pawning off the planning on P the lesser.) but we chose the aforementioned cafe. So, I call Ro and Co to confirm a 7:00pm meeting.
I show up, gussied for a Wayzata dinner. Mom and Dad are appropriately gussied as well. When dad "pops" open the back of the Explorer showing two dirty old lawn mowers he had brought home to fix.
"Mikey, gimme a hand here and help me get these out of the back of the car."
"Dad...they're kinda dirty and we're kinda dressed up"
"Gawdammit Mikey, throw on some gloves and help me out here"
So we frassed on getting them out, Dad providing me instructions on actually lifting: "Dad, for fucks sakes I don't need a tutorial in manual labor now this'll go faster if you use your breath for breathin' and not bitchin'!".
Already...Happy B'day, Mr. P
So this restaurant closes at 8:30. By the time I got to their place, mower-frassed, spot cleaned the grease/dirt from my clothes (Dad didn't bother. He's all man.) we were heading out at 6:59.
I get a call from Ro saying "Where R U & how long?". BTW- The vibrating buzz of my cell phone freaked my mom out. She thought there was a bee in the car.
Now, they technically only live 10 minutes away from this place. Dad, however did 2 Dad things which are par for the course.
1) He hates stop lights. He'll make a big circle just to ensure he doesn't have to wait behind the rabble. This has been playfully called "The scenic route", or "Pat, I'm gonna show Mikey some of them houses we drove past when we took Rocky to the park"
2) He was flipping through his coupon guide (While driving) when he came across 5 other restaurants that he thought were a hot ticket (Including Pannekoeken Huis) "Hey, we're right down the street from the Istanbul Cafe'!!! Mikey you like ethnic food!" Fearing we'd never make it, from the backseat I snatched the guide out of his hands and said "Dad, I think Honky Chevy's (mom: "Mikey LANGUAGE!") sounds like a hot ticket. And besides, this place closes at 8:30 so maybe we wanna just check it out quick to decide" (Subtly trying to get him to the restaurant and to the waiting Ro and Co.)
"GAWDAMMIT Mikey, you are being a real pain in the a$$ tonight!"
"Look dad, it's your Gawdamn Birthday (MIKEY, LANGUAGE!) if you wanna go to the frassin' McDonalds I could give a s#it. I'm hungry, frassy (What?), and I just wanna sit down at this place to celebrate your gawdamn 46th birthday"
Silence. 'til dad says:
"Denny Berry has a studio in this mall up here"
"Really? How's Whitney doing?"
And yes...he was surprised as hell when we got in there. And I got an apologetic hug before dinner. We did the P thing, and all noshed off of each others plates (Walleye sandwich, Sicillian Enchilada, Reuben, Spinach Ravioli, and a Raspberry Chicken Salad...just guess what I had) before heading back to mom and dad's for some wine, cake, and a recitive of the newest comedy show that Mom/Pop P discovered: "Man Bites Dog". Seriously. They did an entire episode. And you think I'm bad?
Love you guys! Happy Summer! Happy Wednesday! Happy birthday! My 1/2 Birthday is days away! Gifts can be in the form of pretty perrenials! (I keed, I keed)
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Happy Birthday Daddy-O!
Since I’m ridiculously busy today with workstuff in addition to frassin’ with memorizing lines (South Dakota? Where are you? When are we going again? Soon?) I wanted to take today’s post to give a shout out to my Pa-tater! He celebrating his big-kid birthday today by frassin’ around he and mom’s townhome, and I get to meet them tonight for dinner at the Istanbul Café’. This is of course subject to change as the actual process of settling on a restaurant took the better part of a half an hour. What with the phone being passed back and forth between parents, my frustration born from repeatedly saying "Dad, it’s your birthday…YOU pick". Then there was his sneaky way of getting my mom to acquiesce to helping him clean their TH house top to bottom. ("What time are you and Mo getting over here?"/"Uh, dad, Mo’s with her folks tonight…it’s just me?"/"So, you’re ‘both’ getting here around 6:30?"/"Um, dad…I just kinda said"/"Just go with me here, Mikey"…you get the picture.) I was also called a "little sonuvabitch" b/c I was googling the restaurants he was suggesting as he rattled them off. ("Dad, if you’d just give up that stupid Webtv and get the actual Interweb you could be doing that too!"
Actually, they’d probably spend their days surfing. For two seniors whose fave pasttime is playing PC spider solitaire? Probably a dangerous hobby.
So here are a bunch of random dad facts to celebrate his big kid day! Enjoy!
-He’s hilarious
-To my chagrin, he’s quite the ladykiller (Back off girls, he’s taken)
-He’s uber tall…which p#sses my brother and I off to no end. (My friend Ry-gonn commented once "So where did you and RSvP’s height go?")
-He’s a storyteller. If you meet him, please get on his case to write his memoirs. Why…?
-He served close to 40 years in law enforcment. (Including the Eff Bee Eye!) The man has stories…which he will tell you…and he will talk…for hours.
-Did I mention that he loves talking.
-He loves finding new restaurants
-He loves going on daytrips
-He loves my hairy younger brother, Rocky…even though he threatens to send that stupid dog -home with me every time I see him.
-Even though it frustrates the pants off of me, he really likes my house and threatens to move in regularly.
-We used to play racquetball. There’s a funny story I can tell ya if I’m loaded where he threatened to moon me for "schooling him" and I…well, again…buy me a cocktail and I’ll tell ya.
-Was responsible for taking the family on cross country road trips, and subsequently is the reason why my fam has set foot in nearly all the contiguous United States and Canada.
-He’s a very ambitious cook. Not…always… good? (Spam stir fry, anyone?) but he loves frassin’ with recipes he finds in the newspaper and on the box/can.
-He looks out for people. I have a very vivid memory of him getting in the face of a dad who yelled at me for (probably) goofing around.
-Very Loyal. (Where do you think Frack and I get it?)
-Was my driving instructor before I took "Behind the Wheel". That Sumbitch made me (at age 15) drive through Uptown during the art fair. All I remember is freaking out at all the traffic, and him screaming out the window (GET OUT OF THE ROAAAAD! DRIVE! GAWDAMMIT!)
-He would frequently disclaimer "Mikey…don’t ever drive like me")
-He’s met Governor’s, Presidents, celebrities, foreign heads of state (Ask him about giving Gorbachev a hat sometime)
He’s kind of a character…Happy birthday Daddy-O. Love you.
Actually, they’d probably spend their days surfing. For two seniors whose fave pasttime is playing PC spider solitaire? Probably a dangerous hobby.
So here are a bunch of random dad facts to celebrate his big kid day! Enjoy!
-He’s hilarious
-To my chagrin, he’s quite the ladykiller (Back off girls, he’s taken)
-He’s uber tall…which p#sses my brother and I off to no end. (My friend Ry-gonn commented once "So where did you and RSvP’s height go?")
-He’s a storyteller. If you meet him, please get on his case to write his memoirs. Why…?
-He served close to 40 years in law enforcment. (Including the Eff Bee Eye!) The man has stories…which he will tell you…and he will talk…for hours.
-Did I mention that he loves talking.
-He loves finding new restaurants
-He loves going on daytrips
-He loves my hairy younger brother, Rocky…even though he threatens to send that stupid dog -home with me every time I see him.
-Even though it frustrates the pants off of me, he really likes my house and threatens to move in regularly.
-We used to play racquetball. There’s a funny story I can tell ya if I’m loaded where he threatened to moon me for "schooling him" and I…well, again…buy me a cocktail and I’ll tell ya.
-Was responsible for taking the family on cross country road trips, and subsequently is the reason why my fam has set foot in nearly all the contiguous United States and Canada.
-He’s a very ambitious cook. Not…always… good? (Spam stir fry, anyone?) but he loves frassin’ with recipes he finds in the newspaper and on the box/can.
-He looks out for people. I have a very vivid memory of him getting in the face of a dad who yelled at me for (probably) goofing around.
-Very Loyal. (Where do you think Frack and I get it?)
-Was my driving instructor before I took "Behind the Wheel". That Sumbitch made me (at age 15) drive through Uptown during the art fair. All I remember is freaking out at all the traffic, and him screaming out the window (GET OUT OF THE ROAAAAD! DRIVE! GAWDAMMIT!)
-He would frequently disclaimer "Mikey…don’t ever drive like me")
-He’s met Governor’s, Presidents, celebrities, foreign heads of state (Ask him about giving Gorbachev a hat sometime)
He’s kind of a character…Happy birthday Daddy-O. Love you.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Remiss, Rewind!
DOI! If I were any more of a schliemiel I couldn't live with myself!
One of my very bestest friends had a big-girl birthday on Wednesday, so I'd like y'all to show your love to FEEJ! The lot of us celebrated in style by flopping around the big blue moat at the WW palace.
Prezzies were opened (FYI, we got her some really...pink...animals. And HD gift card. 'cause, it's like...our second home.) Moped and I played otter. BBQ was gorged (Ohhhh, the guac was soo good.) and I was able to spend the night with some of my favorite friends in the world.
On a personal note: I've known-known FeeJ for a couple of years now. She was a piller of support during a really poopy time in my life, and that sort of behavior sears itself into your heart and deserves more merit and praise than any gift I could give her.
And she's gorgeous. FYI. If I could post pics of the night, I would. But, y'know...Luddite.
Happy birthday, FeeJ. The look on your face post-parachuting, was priceless!
One of my very bestest friends had a big-girl birthday on Wednesday, so I'd like y'all to show your love to FEEJ! The lot of us celebrated in style by flopping around the big blue moat at the WW palace.
Prezzies were opened (FYI, we got her some really...pink...animals. And HD gift card. 'cause, it's like...our second home.) Moped and I played otter. BBQ was gorged (Ohhhh, the guac was soo good.) and I was able to spend the night with some of my favorite friends in the world.
On a personal note: I've known-known FeeJ for a couple of years now. She was a piller of support during a really poopy time in my life, and that sort of behavior sears itself into your heart and deserves more merit and praise than any gift I could give her.
And she's gorgeous. FYI. If I could post pics of the night, I would. But, y'know...Luddite.
Happy birthday, FeeJ. The look on your face post-parachuting, was priceless!
Sorry, buttons.
Not much to say lately except for what happens on the weekends.
Life has been driven by: Work, rehearsal, house frass, exercise, and karate.
Yeeeah.
I actually kinda wish I had more free time for house frass, since the next couple of weekends are filling up with activity, toute suite. ‘Bean’s invited Moses and I to a swanky party on the roof of a downtown Mipples skyscraper (?) Friday night. Sats will be a Kung Fu Barbecue. Sunday I might get ta grill yuppie brats w/Cara-bear and her partner out in Stipples. Next weekend? The 4th? Camping Road trip for buddies. I get the distinct feeling that’s provide fodder for boo-too posty goodness. (Rapid City Sodak on the 4th? Pancake making cowboys at the campground? Rushmore? Dinosaur Park? Wall Drug? Mo-ped? This all equals= Hot. Ticket.)
Since I keep frassin’ in large bursts, I’ll try a different approach today- Food association. Being the budget minded bunker I am, I’ve taken to cooking a lot at home in lieu’ of restauranting…and also turning the evenings into movie for buddies nights (I have a lot of films that I need to catch up on.) So, without further adieu:
*Friday: Huge chicken caesar salad served on spinach w/fat free caesar dressing. Watched "The Aristocrats" (Only watch it if you don’t mind really, really dirty jokes. Really. "Should we be eating while watching this?" was the comment of the night) Followed by "Javalanche" frozen yogurt (the bomb) and a viewing of the original "Omen" on VHS. That movie is still creepy as hell. I’d forgotten that the 2nd Doctor was in that movie. And give it up for Atticus!
Saturday: No movies. Spent an early Father's day (Love ya, Daddyo) checking out my big-bro’s Prior Lake Palace (Frassin’ gorgeous, btw. Motherf#cker’s put a shite-ton of work into it.) We had salmon, rice, brats, and the best new snack to ever threaten my waistline: Tomato Basil Wheat thins. Stay away. We poured over potential cabin designs and I picked up some campin’ gear from RSvP.
I headed home to prep dinner which was? That’s right, my first foray into homemade Thai! Green curry with a shite-ton of veggies (Tomatoes, spinach, green peppers) and Teryaki Tofu. It turned out...okay? Here's a tip, and some famous last words: "That curry doesn’t look right. Maybe you should put another spoonful of the curry paste in it?" The directions, btw, called for one tablespoon. That was some hot, fuckin’, curry. Follow the directions, kids. (It was such an effort to actually eat it, we were exhausted by the end. Kaiser’s lucky we woke up long enough to make it to his b’day party. I'm lucky that I didn't burn a hole in my pants on Sunday)
Sunday, besides the house frassin’, I grilled wild rice turkey burgers and assorted snackables. (Chips, salsa, Wheat thins, and Cheese slices. Originally I thought I was having another couple of peeps over. More for us!) The film? "Mrs. Henderson Presents…" which was a verra cute film, and for the record ladies? The film does contain both male and female full frontal nudity. If you think a nude Bob Hoskins is sexy. Stuffed to the gills…I passed out early.
I have to run home now to get a cowboy hat for an audition today. I can’t believe I forgot it. Boo.
*Btw- Apparently we had a Katrina-esque down pour Friday night. CNN even reported on the 65 mile per hour winds and the manhole covers getting pushed into the air. (In addition to cars floating down the street) I came home from work, exhausted, and passed out. Sure, I heard a couple of thunder boomies and what might have been hail thumping on the roof? Slept, through it.
Life has been driven by: Work, rehearsal, house frass, exercise, and karate.
Yeeeah.
I actually kinda wish I had more free time for house frass, since the next couple of weekends are filling up with activity, toute suite. ‘Bean’s invited Moses and I to a swanky party on the roof of a downtown Mipples skyscraper (?) Friday night. Sats will be a Kung Fu Barbecue. Sunday I might get ta grill yuppie brats w/Cara-bear and her partner out in Stipples. Next weekend? The 4th? Camping Road trip for buddies. I get the distinct feeling that’s provide fodder for boo-too posty goodness. (Rapid City Sodak on the 4th? Pancake making cowboys at the campground? Rushmore? Dinosaur Park? Wall Drug? Mo-ped? This all equals= Hot. Ticket.)
Since I keep frassin’ in large bursts, I’ll try a different approach today- Food association. Being the budget minded bunker I am, I’ve taken to cooking a lot at home in lieu’ of restauranting…and also turning the evenings into movie for buddies nights (I have a lot of films that I need to catch up on.) So, without further adieu:
*Friday: Huge chicken caesar salad served on spinach w/fat free caesar dressing. Watched "The Aristocrats" (Only watch it if you don’t mind really, really dirty jokes. Really. "Should we be eating while watching this?" was the comment of the night) Followed by "Javalanche" frozen yogurt (the bomb) and a viewing of the original "Omen" on VHS. That movie is still creepy as hell. I’d forgotten that the 2nd Doctor was in that movie. And give it up for Atticus!
Saturday: No movies. Spent an early Father's day (Love ya, Daddyo) checking out my big-bro’s Prior Lake Palace (Frassin’ gorgeous, btw. Motherf#cker’s put a shite-ton of work into it.) We had salmon, rice, brats, and the best new snack to ever threaten my waistline: Tomato Basil Wheat thins. Stay away. We poured over potential cabin designs and I picked up some campin’ gear from RSvP.
I headed home to prep dinner which was? That’s right, my first foray into homemade Thai! Green curry with a shite-ton of veggies (Tomatoes, spinach, green peppers) and Teryaki Tofu. It turned out...okay? Here's a tip, and some famous last words: "That curry doesn’t look right. Maybe you should put another spoonful of the curry paste in it?" The directions, btw, called for one tablespoon. That was some hot, fuckin’, curry. Follow the directions, kids. (It was such an effort to actually eat it, we were exhausted by the end. Kaiser’s lucky we woke up long enough to make it to his b’day party. I'm lucky that I didn't burn a hole in my pants on Sunday)
Sunday, besides the house frassin’, I grilled wild rice turkey burgers and assorted snackables. (Chips, salsa, Wheat thins, and Cheese slices. Originally I thought I was having another couple of peeps over. More for us!) The film? "Mrs. Henderson Presents…" which was a verra cute film, and for the record ladies? The film does contain both male and female full frontal nudity. If you think a nude Bob Hoskins is sexy. Stuffed to the gills…I passed out early.
I have to run home now to get a cowboy hat for an audition today. I can’t believe I forgot it. Boo.
*Btw- Apparently we had a Katrina-esque down pour Friday night. CNN even reported on the 65 mile per hour winds and the manhole covers getting pushed into the air. (In addition to cars floating down the street) I came home from work, exhausted, and passed out. Sure, I heard a couple of thunder boomies and what might have been hail thumping on the roof? Slept, through it.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Rough-age
Prrrrrt. Saving money...passing gas.
Boy are my tattie’s sore. After Kung-fuking shit up the last month or so, I wanted to give my old bod-a-rino a week off of supplements and exercise to let it heal. S o what do I go and do? 1st day back on the wagon, I wailed the shit out of my boobs and back, then frass around with house-y chores and sure enough, I can barely lift my arms today.
But it sure feels freakin’ great.
Frids I had The 'Peppa over for a night of dinner (Penne pasta w/Grilled chicken) and some theatre at TRP. "Flaming Guns", btw, was absolutely hysterical, so much so that by the time the play ended, we were exhausted. (Go see the show if you can. It’s selling out like a mo-fo, but I can’t endorse that play enough. Tears of laughter.)
Sats found us schlepping around the farmers market for what is bound to be the 1st of many trips over the summer. $10 later and I had enough veggies to choke a mule. I spent the remaining part of my day house frassin’. (After GMIKFTH, I feel like I hadn’t cleaned really cleaned the place, you know? Those stupid things that get passed over when you're giggin. It was pretty grody-The dust was at least 2 inches deep, and I had a row of corn growing behind the sofa. ) So I went all Howard Hughes on my place and finally gave the germy’s a run for their money.
A Cheap Date night was in order (DVD and dinner) which meant veggie tortilla wraps. That’s right kids, Frijoles Negroes, Rice, Fresh Cilantro, ‘Mato’s, FF Sour Cream, FF Cheese, and red/yellow/green peppers. After not having really eaten all day, we were pushing the food in our mouths. Well I was. I'm a messy burrito. Mopes eats cleaner than I. We wartched "American Psycho" and passed the gassy hell out. Prrrrrt. (Well doi. Did you read all the ingredients?)
Sunday…I was all about Frassin’. After a brunch of veggie omelettes (Doi) ‘Bean headed up window warshing detail, while I mowed/edged/set up where my borders are gonna live. (I have a grand scheme involving tasteful landscaping, and mulch.) My favorite part (Wait for it now)…I got a blower. Thank Gott. Those lil’ whirligigs didn’t stand a chance. While ‘Bean and I frassed, Mopeppa played with her new investment -The mighty top of lapliness.
Well what, Mr Food Guy, was for Dinner? Whooooo wait….Grilled Chicken Boobs marinated in Kashmiri Curry. I just made my mouth water thinking about it. And I've got 3 left.
I was even ambitious enough to start a fire. By myself. I'm a pyromaniacal dork.
Notable moments:
Receiving a texty from FeeJ where it was discovered that we came within moments of seeing each other at our 2nd home…(The Depot) FeeJ blamed the Mexicans...Why oh why do I surround myself with racists? Sheesh!
Mopeppa’s Pouty Petunia Face. Awful, yet comical.
Hippy artisan crafty booths are wonderful. I feel strongly about owning a wrought iron high top table and chairs for my front porch.
"You need to save money, Jesus fucking Christ, MO!" (She said it…not me.)
Sorry this was a little rambley but that’s just me. I’m on a spending freeze for the next coupla weeks/months so I can save up for trips (SeeF and Rapid City SD!) and projects. And since I’m all about saving YOU guys money, let me just give my hearty endorsement to Trader Joe’s Wine Shop. Ho-Lee-Shit. Fuck a bunch of 3 buck Chuck, We enjoyed an incredible Pinot Grigio that was (Wait for it….) $3.99. No. Shit. If stocking up a wine cellar is your goal, check it out.
Parking is a bitch, though. A big. Hairy. Bitch.
And can someone convince me that an ocean blue crushed velvet Armani blazer is simply not a good investment? I dare you. (Opitz had a sale. It almost became mine…almost)
Boy are my tattie’s sore. After Kung-fuking shit up the last month or so, I wanted to give my old bod-a-rino a week off of supplements and exercise to let it heal. S o what do I go and do? 1st day back on the wagon, I wailed the shit out of my boobs and back, then frass around with house-y chores and sure enough, I can barely lift my arms today.
But it sure feels freakin’ great.
Frids I had The 'Peppa over for a night of dinner (Penne pasta w/Grilled chicken) and some theatre at TRP. "Flaming Guns", btw, was absolutely hysterical, so much so that by the time the play ended, we were exhausted. (Go see the show if you can. It’s selling out like a mo-fo, but I can’t endorse that play enough. Tears of laughter.)
Sats found us schlepping around the farmers market for what is bound to be the 1st of many trips over the summer. $10 later and I had enough veggies to choke a mule. I spent the remaining part of my day house frassin’. (After GMIKFTH, I feel like I hadn’t cleaned really cleaned the place, you know? Those stupid things that get passed over when you're giggin. It was pretty grody-The dust was at least 2 inches deep, and I had a row of corn growing behind the sofa. ) So I went all Howard Hughes on my place and finally gave the germy’s a run for their money.
A Cheap Date night was in order (DVD and dinner) which meant veggie tortilla wraps. That’s right kids, Frijoles Negroes, Rice, Fresh Cilantro, ‘Mato’s, FF Sour Cream, FF Cheese, and red/yellow/green peppers. After not having really eaten all day, we were pushing the food in our mouths. Well I was. I'm a messy burrito. Mopes eats cleaner than I. We wartched "American Psycho" and passed the gassy hell out. Prrrrrt. (Well doi. Did you read all the ingredients?)
Sunday…I was all about Frassin’. After a brunch of veggie omelettes (Doi) ‘Bean headed up window warshing detail, while I mowed/edged/set up where my borders are gonna live. (I have a grand scheme involving tasteful landscaping, and mulch.) My favorite part (Wait for it now)…I got a blower. Thank Gott. Those lil’ whirligigs didn’t stand a chance. While ‘Bean and I frassed, Mopeppa played with her new investment -The mighty top of lapliness.
Well what, Mr Food Guy, was for Dinner? Whooooo wait….Grilled Chicken Boobs marinated in Kashmiri Curry. I just made my mouth water thinking about it. And I've got 3 left.
I was even ambitious enough to start a fire. By myself. I'm a pyromaniacal dork.
Notable moments:
Receiving a texty from FeeJ where it was discovered that we came within moments of seeing each other at our 2nd home…(The Depot) FeeJ blamed the Mexicans...Why oh why do I surround myself with racists? Sheesh!
Mopeppa’s Pouty Petunia Face. Awful, yet comical.
Hippy artisan crafty booths are wonderful. I feel strongly about owning a wrought iron high top table and chairs for my front porch.
"You need to save money, Jesus fucking Christ, MO!" (She said it…not me.)
Sorry this was a little rambley but that’s just me. I’m on a spending freeze for the next coupla weeks/months so I can save up for trips (SeeF and Rapid City SD!) and projects. And since I’m all about saving YOU guys money, let me just give my hearty endorsement to Trader Joe’s Wine Shop. Ho-Lee-Shit. Fuck a bunch of 3 buck Chuck, We enjoyed an incredible Pinot Grigio that was (Wait for it….) $3.99. No. Shit. If stocking up a wine cellar is your goal, check it out.
Parking is a bitch, though. A big. Hairy. Bitch.
And can someone convince me that an ocean blue crushed velvet Armani blazer is simply not a good investment? I dare you. (Opitz had a sale. It almost became mine…almost)
Friday, June 09, 2006
Tales from the Vampire Paddywagon...
Recently I was reminded of the pressing need for blood donors, and how much blud is neccessary for those who need transfusions. As it was, I felt pretty strongly about being a donor this year...and embarrassingly enough it's been 13 years since I gave.
High School.
Merely to use it as an excuse to get out of school early, and get loopy on one Busch Light Draft.
I can't really let an opportunity for good comedy go to waste, so I thought I'd try out some all new old cheap material on the good nurses of Memorial Blood Center. Ahem....
On entering the bus:
"Is this where I get my tattoo?" (No laughs)
During my interview:
"These seem like awfully invasive questions just to donate sperm...where's the, (cough) 'video viewing' room anyway?" (There was a moment of frass, when they asked if I've slept with someone who's lived in Niger, Nigeria, Congo, and some other strange African continent. But I mean seriously, how many people really do know where Burkina Faso is anyway? Really.)
Having my pulse taken-
"How long have you been a runner?"
"How in the fuck do you know that?"
Upon discovering that my iron level was almost...almost too low.
"Um...I eat a shit ton of spinach you know. AND take a multi-vit. You just give that lil' tubey another squeeze, sunshine."
In the waiting area, when instructed to grab a beverage from the industrial cooler-
"Score! The last Miller Lite" (Then after digging) "Hey...how'd my kidney get in there?" (To which the nurse dryly exclaimed: "When you were passed out...")
The nurse, while the needle is getting inserted:
"You can breathe now..."
While the rocker pump is sucking me dry:
"Rock a bye blood cells, in the fat bag"
Looking at all the dentist chairs where the victims...I mean donors are laying:
"Hey. I don't see any real chairs in here. When you guys have to go back, do you get to pick which recliner you sit in?"
To someone asking how they know when you're done:
"Your body will be concave"
After donating (And after my first nurse got tired of my shit, and traded off to another nurse):
"So, it says no strenuous activity. Does that mean, like, laundry or lawn-mowing?"
(Nurseboy) "Just don't run a marathon"
"Can I go for a jog?"
(Nurseboy...blinking and staring) "Dude...you just donated a pint of blood"
"That can be replaced with Pinot Grigio...right?"
Upon looking at the stickers:
"Hey...this one says 'Be nice to me...I tried to donate blood'. I DID donate frassin' blood!"
(Nurseboy) "We have a bunch of the Rainbow stickers left..."
"Tried is fine..."
Long story short, I can now say I've given blood. Now, I must get a tattoo...which means I'll never be able to donate again. And judging by the responses from the good nurses, they probably won't miss me.
Give blood. It means a lot to a lot of people.
Vampire Paddywagon, btw. I kill me. Going into that frassin bus (with all the windows covered up) reminded me of the movie "Near Dark" where the vampires drive around cross country in a camper with the window's all covered up. IJS. Anyone else remember that one?
High School.
Merely to use it as an excuse to get out of school early, and get loopy on one Busch Light Draft.
I can't really let an opportunity for good comedy go to waste, so I thought I'd try out some all new old cheap material on the good nurses of Memorial Blood Center. Ahem....
On entering the bus:
"Is this where I get my tattoo?" (No laughs)
During my interview:
"These seem like awfully invasive questions just to donate sperm...where's the, (cough) 'video viewing' room anyway?" (There was a moment of frass, when they asked if I've slept with someone who's lived in Niger, Nigeria, Congo, and some other strange African continent. But I mean seriously, how many people really do know where Burkina Faso is anyway? Really.)
Having my pulse taken-
"How long have you been a runner?"
"How in the fuck do you know that?"
Upon discovering that my iron level was almost...almost too low.
"Um...I eat a shit ton of spinach you know. AND take a multi-vit. You just give that lil' tubey another squeeze, sunshine."
In the waiting area, when instructed to grab a beverage from the industrial cooler-
"Score! The last Miller Lite" (Then after digging) "Hey...how'd my kidney get in there?" (To which the nurse dryly exclaimed: "When you were passed out...")
The nurse, while the needle is getting inserted:
"You can breathe now..."
While the rocker pump is sucking me dry:
"Rock a bye blood cells, in the fat bag"
Looking at all the dentist chairs where the victims...I mean donors are laying:
"Hey. I don't see any real chairs in here. When you guys have to go back, do you get to pick which recliner you sit in?"
To someone asking how they know when you're done:
"Your body will be concave"
After donating (And after my first nurse got tired of my shit, and traded off to another nurse):
"So, it says no strenuous activity. Does that mean, like, laundry or lawn-mowing?"
(Nurseboy) "Just don't run a marathon"
"Can I go for a jog?"
(Nurseboy...blinking and staring) "Dude...you just donated a pint of blood"
"That can be replaced with Pinot Grigio...right?"
Upon looking at the stickers:
"Hey...this one says 'Be nice to me...I tried to donate blood'. I DID donate frassin' blood!"
(Nurseboy) "We have a bunch of the Rainbow stickers left..."
"Tried is fine..."
Long story short, I can now say I've given blood. Now, I must get a tattoo...which means I'll never be able to donate again. And judging by the responses from the good nurses, they probably won't miss me.
Give blood. It means a lot to a lot of people.
Vampire Paddywagon, btw. I kill me. Going into that frassin bus (with all the windows covered up) reminded me of the movie "Near Dark" where the vampires drive around cross country in a camper with the window's all covered up. IJS. Anyone else remember that one?
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
2 guys, a girl, and two pizza places...
Anatomy of flibbertygibbetness. Observe.
Montag (In what felt like my 1st free night off in God knows how long.) Mopes, X and I decided to hook up for a walk 'round the Lakes followed up with din-din. Weather proved to be a bit too forboding for walking so we kiboshed it in order to head str8 to dinner. (Note: I've no compunctions about walking in the rain, mind you...just having to plunk our wet butts down in an air-conditioned restaurant didn't sound super-appealing. At least to me.)
Stop 1 was at D'Amico+ Kids.
Now, do y'all ever get a jones to go somewhere, stand inside, and then realize that nothing moves you? That's what happened as I stood there staring at the deli case. What was funnier is that they both were sharing the exact same thought, which was: "Nuh-uh". A quick decision was made (Red Dragon woulda equaled ordering a Wonderous Punch, which would have in turn equaled an early night.) so we opted for Leaning Tower of Pizza, where we could nibble some Pizza, imbibe lite libations, and frass outdoors.
And yet? Not one of us got pizza. Unbeleebable, I know. 2 underwhelming caesar salads, a buffalo chick for X, and a few thingytails later? We were ready to depart.But...still...'Peppa and I were hungry for, of all things...a slice of 'za (Paraphrased X-quote: "I done told you healthy bitches with yo' salads you'd still be hongry!") Not wanting to go back in to the same restaurant we'd just left, we opted to head down to Luce'down the street.
This is where we ended up splitting a yugely discounted bottle of wine and an order of vegan bruschetta. (Which I'd like to take a second to pernt out that it was, in no finer terms- The bomb shit. Garlic/Tomato/Ricotta goodness, and just enough to share so that you both smell, healthy enough that you don't feel like you've gorged on, say, nacho's? And small enough portions so you don't feel hella stuffed.)
I guess the point of this whole dither, was that we decided to patronize two restaurants in one evening, both pizza joints, with the possible and explicit purpose of getting pizza...and avoided getting any pizza entirely.
Nin. Com. Poops.
Montag (In what felt like my 1st free night off in God knows how long.) Mopes, X and I decided to hook up for a walk 'round the Lakes followed up with din-din. Weather proved to be a bit too forboding for walking so we kiboshed it in order to head str8 to dinner. (Note: I've no compunctions about walking in the rain, mind you...just having to plunk our wet butts down in an air-conditioned restaurant didn't sound super-appealing. At least to me.)
Stop 1 was at D'Amico+ Kids.
Now, do y'all ever get a jones to go somewhere, stand inside, and then realize that nothing moves you? That's what happened as I stood there staring at the deli case. What was funnier is that they both were sharing the exact same thought, which was: "Nuh-uh". A quick decision was made (Red Dragon woulda equaled ordering a Wonderous Punch, which would have in turn equaled an early night.) so we opted for Leaning Tower of Pizza, where we could nibble some Pizza, imbibe lite libations, and frass outdoors.
And yet? Not one of us got pizza. Unbeleebable, I know. 2 underwhelming caesar salads, a buffalo chick for X, and a few thingytails later? We were ready to depart.But...still...'Peppa and I were hungry for, of all things...a slice of 'za (Paraphrased X-quote: "I done told you healthy bitches with yo' salads you'd still be hongry!") Not wanting to go back in to the same restaurant we'd just left, we opted to head down to Luce'down the street.
This is where we ended up splitting a yugely discounted bottle of wine and an order of vegan bruschetta. (Which I'd like to take a second to pernt out that it was, in no finer terms- The bomb shit. Garlic/Tomato/Ricotta goodness, and just enough to share so that you both smell, healthy enough that you don't feel like you've gorged on, say, nacho's? And small enough portions so you don't feel hella stuffed.)
I guess the point of this whole dither, was that we decided to patronize two restaurants in one evening, both pizza joints, with the possible and explicit purpose of getting pizza...and avoided getting any pizza entirely.
Nin. Com. Poops.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
That was sweet. Really sweet.
If you missed the show Saturday? You missed a really fucking awesome show.
Re-Cap:
Frids after rehearsal RK and I caught Mopes/Jennybenny in the Scrimshow @ BLB. Funny stuff, lemme tell you- Did you know that Gertrude Stein was considered a literary cubist? Now you do. Surprisingly enough- I was in bed pretty early fo’ a Friday. Why day? B/C of Saturday, bunkers.
In the AM, we grabbed a coupla smoothies, looked for some dit da jao, and made the determination that b/c Indian Food isn’t my #1 favorite ethnic cuisine…I’m racist. There. It’s out there. Thanks Mo. You’re racist b/c you hate Germans.
Then off to a looooooong-o tech where the cast frassed, napped, gave back rubs, sparred, before eventually winding up at O’D’s downtown for some lunchables. (And I bogarted waaaaaay too many fries from Jennybenny. And Mopes is racist b/c she hates Irish food)
Then? The show. And it was funny, and well attended. It went off w/o a hitch really (With the exception of Gabril losing his voice, and that most everyone loved the fact that Jesus was an a$$ kicker. Hadda be there, didn’t ya?)
And really bitter feckin’ sweet due to the whole "One Night Only" factor. I hope they do a remount. Really really really. My brother, is comic and martial arts gold.
Afterwards we recepted (I so didn’t get a sandwich), then high-tailed it over to Barfly for some cocktailing, break dancing, Cirque du Soleiling on the poles, and doing our best to avoid trampling midgies. Breakdancing wee-folk, no less.
Sunday am I woke up with a hangover…how? I don’t know. The slow burn hangovers are the worst I say. Mopeppa and I met up with MD, Mar-See-Ah, and the Trev Monster for Key’s Goodness (Note to self: MD cannot take egg beaters. Personally, I think it was the shite ton of roughage in her veggie omelette that made her prrrrrt…but if she thinks it’s the egg beaters then well…okay. Fine Prrrrrrt.)
The rest of the day was spent lawn frassin with Mo and the ‘Bean. They were kind enough to tackle the daunting task of whirligig raking while I frassed with my car and the weeds. (I was one hurting unit in the a.m., so I was thankful they took on the repetitive manual labor) Their reward was some tasty barbecue, and a nap. Later Mo-seph and I watched the film "Jarhead" which, for all my loyal female readers, you should probably watch. I just don’t think I really needed to see that many nude dudes in one setting. But there you are. Enjoy. Don’t say I don’t rent movies for you, sweetheart.
Have a great week, y’all. I’m starting ‘hearsals for another show in a row, which you’ll get all the top shelf frass about. And again, to the peeps that came and saw GMIKFTH? Thank you. Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you…
You can see cool footage at their website: norefundstheatre.com
Re-Cap:
Frids after rehearsal RK and I caught Mopes/Jennybenny in the Scrimshow @ BLB. Funny stuff, lemme tell you- Did you know that Gertrude Stein was considered a literary cubist? Now you do. Surprisingly enough- I was in bed pretty early fo’ a Friday. Why day? B/C of Saturday, bunkers.
In the AM, we grabbed a coupla smoothies, looked for some dit da jao, and made the determination that b/c Indian Food isn’t my #1 favorite ethnic cuisine…I’m racist. There. It’s out there. Thanks Mo. You’re racist b/c you hate Germans.
Then off to a looooooong-o tech where the cast frassed, napped, gave back rubs, sparred, before eventually winding up at O’D’s downtown for some lunchables. (And I bogarted waaaaaay too many fries from Jennybenny. And Mopes is racist b/c she hates Irish food)
Then? The show. And it was funny, and well attended. It went off w/o a hitch really (With the exception of Gabril losing his voice, and that most everyone loved the fact that Jesus was an a$$ kicker. Hadda be there, didn’t ya?)
And really bitter feckin’ sweet due to the whole "One Night Only" factor. I hope they do a remount. Really really really. My brother, is comic and martial arts gold.
Afterwards we recepted (I so didn’t get a sandwich), then high-tailed it over to Barfly for some cocktailing, break dancing, Cirque du Soleiling on the poles, and doing our best to avoid trampling midgies. Breakdancing wee-folk, no less.
Sunday am I woke up with a hangover…how? I don’t know. The slow burn hangovers are the worst I say. Mopeppa and I met up with MD, Mar-See-Ah, and the Trev Monster for Key’s Goodness (Note to self: MD cannot take egg beaters. Personally, I think it was the shite ton of roughage in her veggie omelette that made her prrrrrt…but if she thinks it’s the egg beaters then well…okay. Fine Prrrrrrt.)
The rest of the day was spent lawn frassin with Mo and the ‘Bean. They were kind enough to tackle the daunting task of whirligig raking while I frassed with my car and the weeds. (I was one hurting unit in the a.m., so I was thankful they took on the repetitive manual labor) Their reward was some tasty barbecue, and a nap. Later Mo-seph and I watched the film "Jarhead" which, for all my loyal female readers, you should probably watch. I just don’t think I really needed to see that many nude dudes in one setting. But there you are. Enjoy. Don’t say I don’t rent movies for you, sweetheart.
Have a great week, y’all. I’m starting ‘hearsals for another show in a row, which you’ll get all the top shelf frass about. And again, to the peeps that came and saw GMIKFTH? Thank you. Thank you Thank you Thank you Thank you…
You can see cool footage at their website: norefundstheatre.com
Friday, June 02, 2006
Big day tomorrow!
All right kids.
In spite of all the dings and bumps we've all endured, tomorrow marks the one and only time* you'll be able to see "Great Moments in Kung Fu Theatre History" at the Illusion. 8pm, the Illusion Theatre in Downtown Mipples**. If you like martial arts, theatre, wrestling, Mexploitation, breakdancing, video games, history, and yours truly*** beating the s#it out of myself...this one's for you.
Don't miss it!
http://norefundstheatre.com
*I say that like they'll never re-mount it...the kings of re-mounting. 'Cept this time around they may very well be serious, so why risk missing it?
**Reception to follow. Very possibly be hitting the L.T afterwards for dancing and more sweating/imbibing. Mopes...I'll need a shower.
***I hope it looks good, 'cause it's really feckin' painful. (sighs) One show, right? It's just for one show.
While I'm pimping, go see this show tonight!
Join the Reunited Scrimshaws for a European Themed Variety Show! FEATURING Special Guests Craig Johnson and The Gerturde Stein Players!* The Comedy of Tim Uren and Jimmy Desimone! The Dance of Hidden Pudenda! The Song Stylings of Pablo! Drinking! Vacation Slides!
More Drinking!
More Vacation Slides!
TWO NIGHTS ONLY!
Friday, June 2nd and Saturday, June 3rd 10 pm at the Bryant Lake Bowl Theater 810 West Lake Street in Minneapolis
$12/$10 with a Fringe Button
For reservations call 612-825-8949
In spite of all the dings and bumps we've all endured, tomorrow marks the one and only time* you'll be able to see "Great Moments in Kung Fu Theatre History" at the Illusion. 8pm, the Illusion Theatre in Downtown Mipples**. If you like martial arts, theatre, wrestling, Mexploitation, breakdancing, video games, history, and yours truly*** beating the s#it out of myself...this one's for you.
Don't miss it!
http://norefundstheatre.com
*I say that like they'll never re-mount it...the kings of re-mounting. 'Cept this time around they may very well be serious, so why risk missing it?
**Reception to follow. Very possibly be hitting the L.T afterwards for dancing and more sweating/imbibing. Mopes...I'll need a shower.
***I hope it looks good, 'cause it's really feckin' painful. (sighs) One show, right? It's just for one show.
While I'm pimping, go see this show tonight!
Join the Reunited Scrimshaws for a European Themed Variety Show! FEATURING Special Guests Craig Johnson and The Gerturde Stein Players!* The Comedy of Tim Uren and Jimmy Desimone! The Dance of Hidden Pudenda! The Song Stylings of Pablo! Drinking! Vacation Slides!
More Drinking!
More Vacation Slides!
TWO NIGHTS ONLY!
Friday, June 2nd and Saturday, June 3rd 10 pm at the Bryant Lake Bowl Theater 810 West Lake Street in Minneapolis
$12/$10 with a Fringe Button
For reservations call 612-825-8949
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