It started with a fortuitous drop of a radish into the split-leather pouch of my trusty slingshot. Fast forward two decades. This is a running compilation of snapshots and notes from days gone by.
Thursday, December 29, 2005
20,000 Leagues Under the Influence
A strong outing at Babic's favorite watering hole in Manhattan's South Seaport District.
My little sister Deb sent this photo to me a few days ago. No title. No greeting. No explanation whatsoever. Just an e-mail with this photo attached. Perfect. WTF?
This was the view from behind the ticket window when Stuart was told they just sold the last Jeff Foxworthy tickets to the couple in front of him. Stu became completely unglued. Berserk. Just went bananas!
And the VFW attracts serious musical talent as well. Just check out this back-lit band looking about as cool as they're ever going to. Being here and experiencing the undeniable ease with which these seasoned musicians pull off their tricky ideas....let me tell ya.....wow.
Apparently this guy has either a.) had a world of shit brought on him, or b.) will bring a world of shit down on you . Either way, it's a good thing he's letting us know ahead of time.
Here Schwack gets absolutely punished and psychologically destroyed by a big ol' Kiiiiiick Wiiiiiick from the master...Helbie. This is the shock and awe George Bush was looking for but didn't know where to find it.
As Helbie motored around Denver on his scooter, he was throwing KickWicks like tootsie rolls at the Macy's Day parade. My hunch is he had a few thrown back at him.
Sach/Jen/Alexis waste a few hours at the Little Bear Saloon on a perfectly beautiful Saturday afternoon. And the music was terrible to boot. Skipdee hootie kick wickdee.
I'm saving lots of money this winter by keeping the thermostat turned way down and using a space heater. The mercury dipped to near zero degrees outside the last few nights, yet I was able to keep my house in the high 40s. Take THAT Excel Energy!!!! Ha! HA HA HA HA HA!!