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Friday, February 25, 2005

Neon Safari

This weekend should be great. I have been personally invited by a performer to attend a nightclub event. Don't give me that look, I remember what I said. Nightclubs are fire code capacity hazards teeming with sweaty dancing yoohoos and vacant eyed lemmings. I stand by that. Tonight I will make an exception and brave the hordes of fire breathing lizards and screeching banshees in the name of friendship.

I've known this guy for a long time and he took personal offense to my previous comments. Or so I heard through the grapevine. He has been gracious enough to seek me out and gently coax me back out into the raucous, poorly lit, barely breathable world of nightclubbing. I expect to flee shortly after 2 am, trembling, gasping, and clutching my windpipe. My only goal is to hear the entirety of his emceeing. They say he talks very fast.

Aside from that I've made no plans for the remainder on the weekend. I intend to luxuriate in bed, where I will eat cheese and watch movies about baseball. Despite my financial turbulence and my resultant inability to purchase Cubs tickets, I look forward to baseball season with throbbing urgency. Hmm, bad choice of phrase. What I meant to convey is that baseball is my religion. The stadium is my church. Beer and peanuts are my sacrament. Flatulence is an expression of piety. Just over a month to go until "Easter."
10:40 AM - Bottle Rocket Fire Alarm


February 25, 2005 11:13 AM, Blogger Imogene_Pix said...

Movies about baseball are the best! Quintessential American drama, but I still cannot help but sit all the way through them. Maybe it's because baseball is the heart of the American Ideal. My best memories of hanging out with my Dad are at a baseball game, but that's way too cliche isn't it? The baseball movie can be that sort of guilty pleasure - feel good sort of movie (with the exception of the Kevin Costner movie - anything with him is 'taint.') What a film dork am I.

February 25, 2005 12:19 PM, Blogger Lightning Bug's Butt said...

So how are you bat and balls doing?

February 25, 2005 1:07 PM, Blogger Other Brother said...

April 29, 2005. Minute Maid Park. Houston, Texas. Cubs vs. Astros.

February 25, 2005 1:54 PM, Blogger sCruuw said...

Dude you reminded me... baseball..yes! We got the Altoona Curve here...Pirate's minor leaguer's.. new ball park, hot guys n beer...Ah I love spring n summer...

February 25, 2005 4:37 PM, Blogger Stace said...

Nice new pic, sorry just noticed it. And Candi -SPRING AND SUMMER!! Yes swimming pools hot guys, hot bods, I AM ALL ABOUT IT!!! . . Oh right baseball, clubs, this weekend. Sorry.

February 25, 2005 5:02 PM, Blogger Cindy-Lou said...

I noticed your new profile pic too, and if you'd like I can give you some lessons on drinking beer. You know, in return for the moon drawings. It looks like you have a drinking problem. I'm here for you. Here = California, but that's ok right?

February 25, 2005 8:26 PM, Blogger Stace said...

I have decided that you need LINKS on the side of your page, this having to go through comments to read what I want is kinda difficult. Oh you say "shove it and put them on your own page" NO, I want you to have links

February 25, 2005 9:30 PM, Blogger ty bluesmith said...

tha 80x80 posse [children of the gravatar] wants a link.

February 26, 2005 6:47 AM, Blogger Kerouaced said...

Good post. Are you saddened by the departure of Sammy Sosa?

February 26, 2005 7:08 AM, Blogger ty bluesmith said...


I just heard on an FM gardening show that Wrigley Field has Boston Ivy growing on its outfield walls.

American League ivy in a Nat'l League park? Whassup with that? There's your jinx right there.

February 27, 2005 12:47 AM, Blogger if_i_had_a_hammer said...

good luck to your cubs this year...personally i'm a Mets fan, and though i'm glad we got pedro and beltran, we too are no strangers to disappointment.

February 28, 2005 1:32 PM, Blogger Bottle Rocket Fire Alarm said...

I will have links when the current roomie finishes my fancy new template. It's been 95% finished for a month now, but he apparently doesn't want any exposure for his fledgling web design company.

I am glad Sosa is gone. Teams win. Superstars are just attention vacuums.

Boston Ivy indeed. I don't believe in curses. All nonsense. I plan to use the same ivy in that faroff day when I grow ivy on my sculptures. Besides, rhododendrons wouldn't work, and virginia creeper is poisonous.

Darrell, I will look for you on TV.


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