Slice of Life

Literally and Emotionally

Fine win in softball tonight, fine fucking win man.  More nervous than I'd like to be but whatever, it was amazing the contrast in attitudes at the end of the game when it was crunch time.  We were cool as the other side of the pillow, they couldn't get it done.  In any event, the team whose season we ended tonight is a local food joint down the street.  And so the joke I have been working (with limited success) is this:

So I ended up eating them for dinner tonight.  I ate them for dinner, too.  Hughahh.

Is this thing on?

Percolating in the Hopper

I still can't fucking believe what happened tonight.  When the scenario was unfolding smack dab in the middle of my reality I do remember thinking, "100% bloggable."  Gorgeous.  Just gorgeous.

The skinny:  Condo Association "open meeting" where people were encouraged to gripe about the recent landscaping project, the upcoming paving project, and a host of other ridiculous items that stunned me as to how illogical and short-sited people can be.  Oh yeah and it ended in an argument where the crazy guy of the association just out of the blue started calling Wife a "mole" and being "buried" at our end of the Association and "not being involved."  (Although there was a wonderful roundabout discussion regarding whether certain yards are "theirs" or "yours" because technically its common area.  Anyway.)  With respect to the ending, let me just tell you this:  I have never in my life been this excited about a blog entry.  I have never in my life been this at one about the decision to throw shit right back in someone's face and markedly more insultingly.  Classic.  Fucking classic ass material here.

I'm starting off with some brainstorming as to possible titles.  Too much.  Just way too much material.  The short list:

1. Won't You be My Neighbor?
2. This Land is Your Land, This Land is My Land
3. Over the Shoulder Boulder Holders
4. The Empire Strikes Back
5. Bitch Be Cool!
6. 'Yeah.  Well.  You're independently wealthy.'
7. Tips for Young Attorneys:  Why Documenting Shit That Happens is Good
8. It Got Weird, Didn't It
9. Apparently His Wife is a Miserable Twat Like We Maybe Thought
10. Ending on a High Note

You won't believe the high note I ended on.  Hollywood couldn't have done it better.  "You're a mole."  Unreal.

NYC Weekend Story #6: Taking the Guy Out of Burlington

Our immediate choice without hesitation after getting out of the show Friday night was to openly rejoice at the site of a T.G.I. Fridays and split some wings and potato skins.  The frozen mudslide was incredible.  (The white russian looked good, too.)

T.G.I. Fridays.

NYC Weekend Story #5: The Proverbial Cornerstone

Sunday morning around 8.  JFK.  Three Krispy Kreme doughnuts and a coffee.  God Bless America is right baby.  Absolutely freakin' delicious.  First time I tried one of their Boston cremes, and I'm glad I did.