Another Lame Recap Post

I know I've said it a million times already, but I really need to start blogging more.  I have been doing things and then when I finally get around to writing (like now) it seems so long ago that I say "screw it" and don't bother with the details.

Notable occurrences (just for the record):

Went to see Jimmie's Chicken Shack and it was canceled.  The venue wasn't even open.  I still don't know if it was the band or the venue.  Either way, it was pretty annoying.  A total lack of communication other than a sign on the door. Then, with the following day off from work and already out I proceeded to go to a new wine/martini bar that opened near my house and got ripshit drunk.  Partially because of me, but also due to the bartender throwing some free drinks/shots my way.  Jesus, what a hangover.

More exciting than my drinking and my hangover, but also involving both of those things, I went to NYC.  It was my first legitimate visit in quite awhile.  I think only my third visit since I left (and one of those was for legal matters, so not really fun).  It made me miss the old place, but I was also reminded that it's a island of insanity that I don't necessarily need. I was very back and forth on my feelings towards the big city the whole time I was there. That whole love/hate shit I have for pretty much everything.  Highlights include: inquiring at one parking lot for pricing and finding out it was $54 a day (and not parking there), The Spotted Pig, a party at my friend Todd's, bagels (good ones), little sleep, drinks everywhere (until 4am), Holiday Cocktail Lounge, sharing a couch with a big dog at some clothing store in SoHo while other shopped, Tribeca Tavern, Peruvian food, pickles, doughnuts, bialys, the NYC half marathon and the good ol' Twilight Diner in Pennsylvania.

Upon my return I had a dentist appointment.  That went well.  No cavities.  Oh, and a free toothbrush and whatnot.  That's always good.

I also watched laser eye surgery.  I started getting sweaty and sick feeling though so I stopped.  Too much touching of the eye for my brain's liking I guess.

And that's all I've got at this point.

Dogs With Attitude

Apparently these dogs in Tennessee have been listening to some N.W.A. as they are all about F**k Tha Police. 






Or at least F**king Tha Police car's bumper.

Words of Wisdom

The back page of Men's Journal is called "Survival Skills" which consists of about a dozen questions with some celebrity about life-assisting skills and advice and whatever.  In March's issue the person is Anthony Hopkins.  I read this over a month ago but I love his answer to the final question and keep thinking about it.  And hope I always do. And hope I put it to use.

Q: What advice would you give the younger you?
A: Lighten the fuck up.

I've Got Title-Writer's Block

I went to see Hamell On Trial tonight at Beachland Ballroom here in the Cleve. Good stuff as always.

Although I have to say it brings up a lot of NYC memories. The brain really gets a chance to get a bit bonkers when sitting there at the bar by myself listening to songs I knew years ago. Hamell was always a sure thing for an entertaining night out of the apartment and I went to see him a bunch when I was in NYC -- alone, with my wife, with friends. Anyway, I've moved and I still get a taste which is nice. Maybe not as frequently, but perhaps that makes it all the sweeter.

I also find my thinking a bit funny that on my way to the show I found me saying to myself, "What a pain in my ass to have to drive to see a show. It was so much easier in NYC when I'd just walk or subway to a show and then whip back home." Well on the way back from the show I actually took note of the clock in my car and it took me 12 minutes to get from the venue to my driveway. 12 minutes! That shit couldn't happen in NYC no matter how I opted to travel.

So all in all it was a good night.  I just wish I didn't have so much past in my head. I feel old.  And a little crazy.