Friday, November 11, 2005
We’re going to party. Karamu, fiesta, forever. All night long.
I think it would've been a nice touch if the here's a great idea.
Just one suggestion: get those easy-to-clean-up-vomit cars, as the legions of late 20/early 30-somethings will be more inclined to take the train after a long night at Turtle Bay, or Keats.
Or how about this plan: walk. It'll save the city of New York 10 numbers, three commas and a decimal.
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Yesterday, the NY Post's Page Six was reporting the bevy of "riders" that the folks that won the $340 million dollar jackpot wanted to appear on the Today Show.
If I won 340 million? The Today Show, Good Morning America, even the freakin' Jim Lehrer Hour...they'd need to hire CIA operatives to find me.
Of course, they'd probably need not go farther than here.
First class? Overrated, for a domestic flight.
The Lion King? Seen it.
Saturday Night Live? Well, since Amy Poehler and Tina Fey have husbands, no thanks. (wait, I'm worth 340 million...oh, forget it.)
340 million. Damn.
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In case you're wondering exactly why Kylie Minogue is the Crown Jewel of Australia, you need to click here.
And then close the blinds and put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door.
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Francis Dunnery's "Good Life" ranks up there with Ben Taylor's "Nothing I Can Do" as my favorite song of the week. And holy potatoes, Concrete Blonde's "Joey" just came on.
Which reminds me of one weekend this summer when me and the boys closed two karaoke bars in RI ...
On a Friday night, "Joey" - performed by yours truly - was the last song of the night. And while I am a big fan of it, and didn't really have to look at the screens for the words, I did forget that the song becomes sorta, well, un-singable for someone with my limited range.
But I gave it a shot. And when I hit the "drunk and passed on the flooooooor" note, all the dogs in the neighborhood ran and banged their heads against the door to the place.
After spending a good part of the early morning hours playing the movie "Anchorman" at an altogether obscene level of volume at 4 am, we returned to Newport for a nice day in the sun at the Black Pearl.
Around 9 p.m.,after moving the gig to Christie's where I bumped into the sales rep from United Van Lines who just 24 hours earlier had set up my move to MKE, some random other guy had scouted out my man Matty.
Who was it? Yeah, the karaoke DJ from the night before. Small world, small state. Small little karaoke sub-culture.
We had made an impression. I may have blown out a speaker or two. Whatever.
But he mentioned to us that there was another karaoke night down the road at O'B's. So, yeah, whatever, we went. And the song selection was much, much better there. I went with "She's Electric" by Oasis. Matt did a Dylan tune. Jeff did "Brandy" again. Or was it "Only a Woman" by Billy Joel? I can't remember and you can't possibly care.
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Sorry about taking those precious few minutes away from your life right there with that story. But think about it in a half-full sort of mentality - you're that many minutes closer to the weekend. And with that, I bid you adieu.
One.
Just one suggestion: get those easy-to-clean-up-vomit cars, as the legions of late 20/early 30-somethings will be more inclined to take the train after a long night at Turtle Bay, or Keats.
Or how about this plan: walk. It'll save the city of New York 10 numbers, three commas and a decimal.
-----
Yesterday, the NY Post's Page Six was reporting the bevy of "riders" that the folks that won the $340 million dollar jackpot wanted to appear on the Today Show.
If I won 340 million? The Today Show, Good Morning America, even the freakin' Jim Lehrer Hour...they'd need to hire CIA operatives to find me.
Of course, they'd probably need not go farther than here.
First class? Overrated, for a domestic flight.
The Lion King? Seen it.
Saturday Night Live? Well, since Amy Poehler and Tina Fey have husbands, no thanks. (wait, I'm worth 340 million...oh, forget it.)
340 million. Damn.
-----
In case you're wondering exactly why Kylie Minogue is the Crown Jewel of Australia, you need to click here.
And then close the blinds and put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door.
-----
Francis Dunnery's "Good Life" ranks up there with Ben Taylor's "Nothing I Can Do" as my favorite song of the week. And holy potatoes, Concrete Blonde's "Joey" just came on.
Which reminds me of one weekend this summer when me and the boys closed two karaoke bars in RI ...
On a Friday night, "Joey" - performed by yours truly - was the last song of the night. And while I am a big fan of it, and didn't really have to look at the screens for the words, I did forget that the song becomes sorta, well, un-singable for someone with my limited range.
But I gave it a shot. And when I hit the "drunk and passed on the flooooooor" note, all the dogs in the neighborhood ran and banged their heads against the door to the place.
After spending a good part of the early morning hours playing the movie "Anchorman" at an altogether obscene level of volume at 4 am, we returned to Newport for a nice day in the sun at the Black Pearl.
Around 9 p.m.,after moving the gig to Christie's where I bumped into the sales rep from United Van Lines who just 24 hours earlier had set up my move to MKE, some random other guy had scouted out my man Matty.
Who was it? Yeah, the karaoke DJ from the night before. Small world, small state. Small little karaoke sub-culture.
We had made an impression. I may have blown out a speaker or two. Whatever.
But he mentioned to us that there was another karaoke night down the road at O'B's. So, yeah, whatever, we went. And the song selection was much, much better there. I went with "She's Electric" by Oasis. Matt did a Dylan tune. Jeff did "Brandy" again. Or was it "Only a Woman" by Billy Joel? I can't remember and you can't possibly care.
-----
Sorry about taking those precious few minutes away from your life right there with that story. But think about it in a half-full sort of mentality - you're that many minutes closer to the weekend. And with that, I bid you adieu.
One.
