"The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men."
Sometimes I pray, waiting, waiting for some bright holiday.
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I may rue the new routine.
You make certain things tougher to make others easier.
I will continue to whistle while I work.
Though I may just change my tune.
I know what it means to be turned on
and to be honest, sometimes it's a turn off.
I am sure that if there is any sun in my sky at all,
things are exactly as they seem.
"So I bought myself a gun.
And I'm right back, right back where I'm from."
This has been, hands down, the best weekend I've had in a long, long time. Let's start with the fact that it was an actual weekend. Two days off. In a row. I didn't work at the Pub on Saturday night, and that alone would be cause to celebrate, but there's more. Let us start at the beginning.
Friday I took a half day at work, but like a fool got roped in to a delicious meal at DeLorenzo's. I really had no choice at all. Sausage and garlic pie should be administered by prescription, it's just that fucking addictive. Then I did all the things I had to do before the weekend, some errands, oil change, shopping, yadda yadda yadda. That night I had a spectacular dinner with Lauren, who I had not spent time with, or even really talked to in a few months. It was a lovely evening, good conversation, (thankfully) no weirdness or bad vibes, and a good meal. It was her birthday dinner, so I took her to a Japanese restaurant called Sagami that is well known for their sushi, plus I got her a little something. And I think she liked the card as well. She didn't even mind that I was burping up an horrific garlic smell all night long(thanks Fran).
Saturday some of the boys and I headed down to the City by the Atlantic for Frank's birthday celebration. We had a really expensive meal at the Hard Rock Cafe, then a friend of ours who manages the place took half off the bill. SCHWEET! Dinner was ok, but I was shocked to find that Jay's martini cost almost half as much as my new york strip, which I thought was a bit overpriced anyway. Then it was off to the Borgata for a night with the man himself, Henry Rollins. I have not seen Hank's spoken word in years, and it was nice to catch up with him. Also, before the show I put on a brilliant display of poker prowess, sitting at a 2-4 hold'em table and making $70 in less than 40 minutes.
Today was the spectacular finish to cap it all. As I was heading to AC last night I got a phone call from my friend Derek who invited me to the Giants' game. He got free tickets from his boss and there were plenty to go around. We headed up there around 2, got in the lot for some tailgating by 3:15 and were comfortably settled in for the kickoff. This was it, the first time seeing my beloved Giants play live. The game was a bit of a heart breaker all the way up until the final quarter. The boys in blue were down 20-10 with just over 13 minutes left in the game when the offense finally showed up and got them within striking distance. Then the defense actually showed up too and held Denver to a 3 and out with about five minutes left. Then they started the drive, and inexplicably, they won it. I mean, they were getting their asses kicked all game, half the fans left at the beginning of the fourth quarter, and they put together two great drives and a defensive stand to win the game with five seconds left. It was amazing. I was so damn happy that I couldn't stop smiling the whole way home. I wrapped up the night and the weekend with a nice little late night supper and some grand conversation with Mike at the diner. And all is right in the universe.
"we are all just big, wet respiring bags of recessive traits."
Rollins was pretty good.
I liked him more when he talked about his personal life more,
but I imagine that as he grew his experiences just started to
have more to do with his constant performing than with connecting
on an individual level.
and he probably got tired of talking about the same shit over and over.
he still kicks ass though.
no, I was actually just trying to ward off any vampires that might have been lurking.
that's it.
for the record...
yes I did wash it
yes I did give up
and yes, it fucking works again.
Apple Rules!
my iPod works after being run through the washing machine.
unreal.
I am now getting an Apple Logo tattoo.
who's buying?
anyone looking for a sure fire way to render an iPod Shuffle absolutely useless, take my advice:
Run it through your washing machine.
It's just that easy.
Will you take me across the channel,
London bridge is falling down.
Strange a woman tries to save
What a man will try to drown.
And he's the rain that they predicted,
Its the forecast every time.
The rose has died because you picked it
And i believe that brandy's mine.
And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same.
The world is getting flatter,
The sky is falling all around.
And nothing is the matter
For i never cry in town.
And a love like ours, my dear,
Is best measured when its down.
And i never buy umbrellas,
For there's always one around.
And all over the world
strangers
talk only about the weather.
all over the world
it's the same
It's the same
It's the same.
And you know that its beginning,
And you know that its the end
When once again we are strangers
And the fog comes rolling in.
And all over the world
Strangers
Talk only about the weather.
All over the world
It's the same
It's the same
It's the same
Tom Waits
Joe loved "A History of Violence"
that is all.
actually, it's not.
something is up. the restlessness that usually plagues me during spring has made a rather dramatic and ill-timed appearance in my life.
it's fucking autumn. i should not be like this.
i feel like joining the circus, but not really.
i need something to do. someone to do it with. and somewhere at which to do it.
jeez.
my mind is flying.
it's like i'm tweaked out or something.
:: where does it go ::
