Saturday, September 6, 2008

why I am feeling better about michigan this evening

--Last night: two Hendricks with a splash of tonic, sitting in a burgundy booth in a cute old downtown bar that is a hangout for aging queens, scheming
--Made a giant list titled Things to Do Besides Sitting Around Missing Your BF
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Bought new vinyl at a great place around the corner: Boxer, The Cool, As the Eternal Cowboy
--Making vegan chili and cornbread (and an overly ambitious cake! that requires two kinds of tofu!) for the angry vegan, who's due to roll through here tonight
--Blueberry picking and beach plans for tomorrow
--Any track from The Gaslight Anthem's The '59 Sound, especially this one
--The Hispanic Festival, complete with the FiestaTour bus and Gloria Estefan's clothing
--The crazy couple out on the street as I type, having a particularly hilarious conversation on the subject of sexual assault

You'll just have to trust me on that last one.

8 comments:

  1. Yay Boxer! Today I had a dream that one of my best friends from high school had quadruplets and named two of them Turbo and ViperBone.

    Thought you'd like to know. I miss you.

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  2. I miss you way, way, way more than Chad does.

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  3. Um...false. Remember the scene in Independence Day where the White House goes PPPPKKKKKSSHSHSKSHFOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMPKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK?

    That's how much I miss Christina.

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  4. Ladies, ladies! Do not fight. You both miss me. Although right now Chad is in the lead, based on his hilarious comparison and Independence Day reference.

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  5. Remember that scene in Pretty Woman at the end where she's wearing that really weird white t-shirt and blazer and tapered-jeans-with-belt combo? She's packing up her old hooker apartment, and all of a sudden a black guy driving a limo below beeps his horn and then the rich john, Richard Gere guy pops his head out and holds up flowers and then gets out and climbs up the fire escape and is really, really, really, really scared? But he does it because he LOVES Vivian, and he holds his hands out with the flowers in this mouth to open himself to her?

    YEAH. I miss you as much as that rapping Beverly Hills guy who closes out the movie with his wicked rhymes.

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  6. Dear Chad, Jeano and Clubby:

    Do you remember that iconic scene from that iconic film, "The Big Chill," in which Nick gets pulled over by a local cop and mouths off and gets himself followed by said cop back to Harold and Sarah's house, where everyone is playing a friendly game of football during the halftime of the Michigan game, and Harold is wearing teeny-tiny gray shorts and everyone is wearing the new Nikes he bought for them and then the cop and Nick roll up and there's some friction, but then the cop spies Sam, who plays the television J.T. Lancer, and the cop demands that if Sam can replicate the opening credits scene, in which J.T. Lancer jumps into his convertible sports car then he'll drop the whole Nick thing, and everyone says, You don't have to do that, Sam, but Sam does anyway, only he doesn't make it, and he sort of fucks up the landing and hurts his arm and the cop drops it anyway and everyone goes back inside to watch the remainder of the game and Sarah bandages Sam's arm and Harold and Nick get into a fight about how Harold's all old and buddy-buddy with cops now but it's really a pivotal moment for Harold, seeing that his old friend is [still] a fuck-up drug dealer and Harold's moved on and been successful and opened a chain of running shoe stores in the Mid-Atlantic region?

    That was a great scene.

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  7. No but I remember that seen where they all dance around the kitchen to "Ain't to Proud to Beg." That was great. It just made me want to have a big party with my friends and dance around the kitchen to "Ain't to Proud to Beg." Do you remember that scene in Total Recall where the lady has three breasts? That was interesting because most women only have two, don't you think?

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  8. OK. I was pretty sure who Clubby was, but I went to the profile just to be sure, and I laughed till tears came over Cod. Mackerel. Post-Modernism. and the rest. Ah, getting weird looks from strangers in coffee shops.

    But re the last comment, I don't know, Ben - my mom had three breasts, and my sister only has one, so I think it's a genetic thing. Luckily for me, recessive.

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