1. Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia (Vicki Lawrence)
2. Don't Come Home A-Drinkin' With Lovin' On Your Mind (Loretta Lynn)
3. Billie Don't Be a Hero (Bo Donaldson & the Heywoods)
4. Night Chicago Died (Paper Lace)
5. Fairytale of New York (Pogues) -duet with DMC
17 February, 2007
16 February, 2007
The Power of Alcohol
A lot of things come to mind when drinking. Which is why I think Friday nights are so inspiring to me blog-wise.
DMC and I are currently drinking beer and singing karaoke. Alone. Freaky, I know. Right now he's singing "The More You Ignore Me" by Morrissey - a personal favorite of PWTS. I just sang "King Herod's Song" from Jesus Christ Superstar.
We have a whole JCS Karaoke disk. Generally, we've discovered that people are not entertained by a performance of the whole disc - even if you use props of available bread and wine.
I started playing the Jesus Christ Superstar soundtrack today. It's a personal Lenten tradition of mine. I've blogged of this previously. While I'm not a very religious person, every year I start listening to Jesus Christ Superstar during Lent. I listen to it almost exclusively during the Lenten season and this tradition culminates with the All Day Good Friday Drink Fest. I drink a lot on Good Friday. It's my tradition.
When I was growing up, the grandfather of a good friend of mine used to give the special Good Friday sermon at my Lutheran church. The grandfather was a good preacher - he had Fire and Brimstone potential. It was my favorite service of the entire church year. Easter Sunday with its Lilies and Pancake Breakfast seemed like a cheap let-down after the morbid, somber, Good Friday service.
Anyway, I haven't gone to church on Good Friday since my friend's grandfather died. It's just not the same so I had to come up with my own tradition. Thus, the JCS. Then PTWS moved in with me. That started the Good Friday drinking. I loved walking home from work early on a Good Friday to find PWTS sitting on my porch with a cold beer waiting. The first warm sunny day of spring. Now I look forward to it every year. I'm always disappointed to find that PWTS and his lovely wife aren't sitting on my stoop waiting for me but, I get drunk just the same.
This year will be interesting because we're also going to have Spring Break in there. Being a first year Grad Student, I haven't had Spring Break in 15 years. This year I plan to run around the house shirtless for the entire week. There may be photos involved. If any look good, I may post them on the blog. I don't think there are too many people left who haven't either seen my breasts in person or in a photo (unexpectedly developed with their wedding photos or child's birthday pictures) but still. It's SPRING BREAK. WHOO HOO. Boobies for all. That's the point, right?
DMC and I are currently drinking beer and singing karaoke. Alone. Freaky, I know. Right now he's singing "The More You Ignore Me" by Morrissey - a personal favorite of PWTS. I just sang "King Herod's Song" from Jesus Christ Superstar.
We have a whole JCS Karaoke disk. Generally, we've discovered that people are not entertained by a performance of the whole disc - even if you use props of available bread and wine.
I started playing the Jesus Christ Superstar soundtrack today. It's a personal Lenten tradition of mine. I've blogged of this previously. While I'm not a very religious person, every year I start listening to Jesus Christ Superstar during Lent. I listen to it almost exclusively during the Lenten season and this tradition culminates with the All Day Good Friday Drink Fest. I drink a lot on Good Friday. It's my tradition.
When I was growing up, the grandfather of a good friend of mine used to give the special Good Friday sermon at my Lutheran church. The grandfather was a good preacher - he had Fire and Brimstone potential. It was my favorite service of the entire church year. Easter Sunday with its Lilies and Pancake Breakfast seemed like a cheap let-down after the morbid, somber, Good Friday service.
Anyway, I haven't gone to church on Good Friday since my friend's grandfather died. It's just not the same so I had to come up with my own tradition. Thus, the JCS. Then PTWS moved in with me. That started the Good Friday drinking. I loved walking home from work early on a Good Friday to find PWTS sitting on my porch with a cold beer waiting. The first warm sunny day of spring. Now I look forward to it every year. I'm always disappointed to find that PWTS and his lovely wife aren't sitting on my stoop waiting for me but, I get drunk just the same.
This year will be interesting because we're also going to have Spring Break in there. Being a first year Grad Student, I haven't had Spring Break in 15 years. This year I plan to run around the house shirtless for the entire week. There may be photos involved. If any look good, I may post them on the blog. I don't think there are too many people left who haven't either seen my breasts in person or in a photo (unexpectedly developed with their wedding photos or child's birthday pictures) but still. It's SPRING BREAK. WHOO HOO. Boobies for all. That's the point, right?
World Tour Beers 8-10
Several topics for this evening:
1. I started smoking again. I am weak and pathetic. And ashamed.
2. Traquair House Ale is very, very delicious. One of the best beers I've ever had. Unfortunately, the high alcohol content kicked my ass and I had to drink shit afterwards. It was worth it.
3. DMC and I bought a pack of cigarettes after our night on the town and it took us.....(I said 20 minutes, he said 5) to figure out that we were driving a Jeep with a lighter in the dashboard. These fancy modern-day anti-smoker cars have me all fucked up. At least we knew about the real ashtray.
Time spent trying to get a cold, empty Bic lighter to light.....wasted. It was a delicious cigarette though.
4. Great deal of snow in Cleveland this week. So much that I realized my desire to own a vehicle that I could use to drive over top of other vehicles was worthwhile. In the Jeep, I could see over the snow piles/drifts at the intersections. DMC, in his Nazi-mobile, was not able to see the oncoming traffic over the snow. In the Jeep, I am TALL and IMPORTANT. I just don't drive like I am. No need to be ostentatious.
1. I started smoking again. I am weak and pathetic. And ashamed.
2. Traquair House Ale is very, very delicious. One of the best beers I've ever had. Unfortunately, the high alcohol content kicked my ass and I had to drink shit afterwards. It was worth it.
3. DMC and I bought a pack of cigarettes after our night on the town and it took us.....(I said 20 minutes, he said 5) to figure out that we were driving a Jeep with a lighter in the dashboard. These fancy modern-day anti-smoker cars have me all fucked up. At least we knew about the real ashtray.
Time spent trying to get a cold, empty Bic lighter to light.....wasted. It was a delicious cigarette though.
4. Great deal of snow in Cleveland this week. So much that I realized my desire to own a vehicle that I could use to drive over top of other vehicles was worthwhile. In the Jeep, I could see over the snow piles/drifts at the intersections. DMC, in his Nazi-mobile, was not able to see the oncoming traffic over the snow. In the Jeep, I am TALL and IMPORTANT. I just don't drive like I am. No need to be ostentatious.
11 February, 2007
Trainspotting in Cleveland
I'm trying to quit smoking (again) and I'm having a rough time. I have moments when I feel like a heroin junkie going through withdrawal. I keep thinking of that scene in Trainspotting with the baby crawling across the ceiling. I hope the patch does not cause me to dream about that tonight.
I've also thought about the Trainspotting scene with the disgusting toilet. I've been using that as a point of reference. Clearly I'm not that much of an addict. If a pack of cigarettes were to be floating in that toilet, I would not retrieve them.
At least I don't think I would. Not if they were menthol, anyway.
We'll see how I feel tomorrow.
I've also thought about the Trainspotting scene with the disgusting toilet. I've been using that as a point of reference. Clearly I'm not that much of an addict. If a pack of cigarettes were to be floating in that toilet, I would not retrieve them.
At least I don't think I would. Not if they were menthol, anyway.
We'll see how I feel tomorrow.
10 February, 2007
Stench of Capitalism
I have really enjoyed shopping lately and I feel very guilty about that. I've always prided myself on not caring what I looked like, not being impressed by labels, etc. However, in the last year I've been exploring my feminine side (which has been long neglected). I've been wearing a lot of pink, wearing clothes that fit. I even wear a skirt now and again. And nail polish. These are big steps for a tomboy like myself. I own a Coach purse. This is serious shit.
Anyway, today I went into the Ambercrombie and Fitch in our suburban fake downtown for the first time. I've been afraid to go in there because during the grand opening, they had an attractive young man with no shirt standing outside the door and that made me uncomfortable (I blame that on being raised Protestant). DMC needs a very specific size pants to fit his mutant-like frame (30 x 34) and we thought maybe we could find some there.
Turns out, Abercrombie and Fitch smells like every person I have ever instantly hated ever in my entire life. It reeks of assholeness. And that stink clung to me for hours - even whilst I ate my Red Snapper Nagiri sushi several hours later.
So, I've determined that a) I've become a capitalist pig but b) not so much that I'm not offended by extremes.
Anyway, today I went into the Ambercrombie and Fitch in our suburban fake downtown for the first time. I've been afraid to go in there because during the grand opening, they had an attractive young man with no shirt standing outside the door and that made me uncomfortable (I blame that on being raised Protestant). DMC needs a very specific size pants to fit his mutant-like frame (30 x 34) and we thought maybe we could find some there.
Turns out, Abercrombie and Fitch smells like every person I have ever instantly hated ever in my entire life. It reeks of assholeness. And that stink clung to me for hours - even whilst I ate my Red Snapper Nagiri sushi several hours later.
So, I've determined that a) I've become a capitalist pig but b) not so much that I'm not offended by extremes.
02 February, 2007
What am I getting a Master's In?
I had two assignments this week that are driving me up a wall. I will turn them over to the you, our "legion" of readers for assistance.
First, I need to choose six people, living or dead, fictional or real, that I would appoint to my "Personal Board of Directors" to advise me on personal and professional matters. I am struggling with this one. Here's the long list so far:
My dad
My best friend
PWTS
Ohio State Senator Eric Fingerhut
Ohio Senator Sherrod Brown
Charles Bukowski (drunkard, poet, gambler)
My old boss (a Chief Financial Officer and CPA)
My current boss (a Master of Public Administration who is a totally no-bullshit, good decision-maker)
Nelson Mandela
Sir Alex Ferguson (manager of the EPL - currently first place- Manchester United Football Club)
Franklin Delano Roosevelt
Eleanor Roosevelt
Anthony Bourdain (writer, chef, chain-smoker)
Hillary Rodham Clinton
Barack Obama
John McCain
Warren Buffet (crazy, seemingly irrational, rich dude)
Victoria "Posh Spice" Beckham
Oprah Winfrey
Karl Rove (thinking I can blame any unfortunate or cold-hearted decisions on him)
I need to whittle this down to six so any recommendations or suggestions you may have are welcome. I need to have the list and my reasons by Monday night at 7pm.
The other assignment is even more challenging. I need to come up with 5 minutes of bullshit on "What I am Passionate About". I'm not fucking passionate about anything. I could give a shit about just about everything these days. That could be the medication talking but, still, coming up with this is going to be a problem. Most of what I have been passionate about has been beaten out of me (metaphorically speaking). I have no passion left. I don't care what I drink, what I eat, what I read, what I watch, what I do for a living, who I talk to, who I vote for, what happens in the world. None of it.
I'm going to need make something up. Please post your suggestions in the comments. I can bullshit like nobody's business so if you suggest something halfway decent, I'll tell you what I said about it in class.
Help me. Please.
First, I need to choose six people, living or dead, fictional or real, that I would appoint to my "Personal Board of Directors" to advise me on personal and professional matters. I am struggling with this one. Here's the long list so far:
My dad
My best friend
PWTS
Ohio State Senator Eric Fingerhut
Ohio Senator Sherrod Brown
Charles Bukowski (drunkard, poet, gambler)
My old boss (a Chief Financial Officer and CPA)
My current boss (a Master of Public Administration who is a totally no-bullshit, good decision-maker)
Nelson Mandela
Sir Alex Ferguson (manager of the EPL - currently first place- Manchester United Football Club)
Franklin Delano Roosevelt
Eleanor Roosevelt
Anthony Bourdain (writer, chef, chain-smoker)
Hillary Rodham Clinton
Barack Obama
John McCain
Warren Buffet (crazy, seemingly irrational, rich dude)
Victoria "Posh Spice" Beckham
Oprah Winfrey
Karl Rove (thinking I can blame any unfortunate or cold-hearted decisions on him)
I need to whittle this down to six so any recommendations or suggestions you may have are welcome. I need to have the list and my reasons by Monday night at 7pm.
The other assignment is even more challenging. I need to come up with 5 minutes of bullshit on "What I am Passionate About". I'm not fucking passionate about anything. I could give a shit about just about everything these days. That could be the medication talking but, still, coming up with this is going to be a problem. Most of what I have been passionate about has been beaten out of me (metaphorically speaking). I have no passion left. I don't care what I drink, what I eat, what I read, what I watch, what I do for a living, who I talk to, who I vote for, what happens in the world. None of it.
I'm going to need make something up. Please post your suggestions in the comments. I can bullshit like nobody's business so if you suggest something halfway decent, I'll tell you what I said about it in class.
Help me. Please.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)