Your money and you don’t even know it.
Quick quote to tip the proverbial hat to Swingers, my movie of the moment.
So damn, good and fast couple days. Friday starts off, and I’m wondering if
there’s even enough people left in town to make something happen in these
post-Banner days. Sure enough, Stomps, Joe, Brad and I have some brews on the
porch. Next thing you know we’re at Oxford’s pounding those famous $5 pitchers
of Amber Boch (which have always led to trouble). Meeting up with Brad’s
friends were the final element in the equation. You see, if you get enough
single drunks guys in a room, the subject will eventually turn to strip clubs
(it’s kinda like a spin-off of Godwin’s Law). So there we go off to The Barrel
of Dolls, and dear god it’s as terribly great as I remember. No cover, no
good beer and no pretty girls, but still a great way to spend an hour.
Saturday I woke up with pulled muscles, which I figured would be best rested
best by playing Ultimate Frisbee. We were playing at RIT, so our game was
flown over by the Blue Angels for a good hour or so. It was crazy, at times
they were only a few hundred feet over us (I could see the writing on the
plane, clear as day). Good times. Saturday night saw another 2am bar call,
but not before I went bowling with the gang, and pulled muscle number 4 of the
weekend.
Sunday I got caught in the mother of all thunderstorms, Bill Murray
unavailable for comment. Finished up the day with a movie at the little.
This week’s movie The Clearing, was great from start to finish. Redford and
Dafoe played great off of each other, and bonus points for the lead FBI agent
role, surprisingly good. Take that Napoleon!
Your money and you don’t even know it.
Quick quote to tip the proverbial hat to Swingers, my movie of the moment.
So damn, good and fast couple days. Friday starts off, and I’m wondering if
there’s even enough people left in town to make something happen in these
post-Banner days. Sure enough, Stomps, Joe, Brad and I have some brews on the
porch. Next thing you know we’re at Oxford’s pounding those famous $5 pitchers
of Amber Boch (which have always led to trouble). Meeting up with Brad’s
friends were the final element in the equation. You see, if you get enough
single drunks guys in a room, the subject will eventually turn to strip clubs
(it’s kinda like a spin-off of Godwin’s Law). So there we go off to The Barrel
of Dolls, and dear god it’s as terribly great as I remember. No cover, no
good beer and no pretty girls, but still a great way to spend an hour.
Saturday I woke up with pulled muscles, which I figured would be best rested
best by playing Ultimate Frisbee. We were playing at RIT, so our game was
flown over by the Blue Angels for a good hour or so. It was crazy, at times
they were only a few hundred feet over us (I could see the writing on the
plane, clear as day). Good times. Saturday night saw another 2am bar call,
but not before I went bowling with the gang, and pulled muscle number 4 of the
weekend.
Sunday I got caught in the mother of all thunderstorms, Bill Murray
unavailable for comment. Finished up the day with a movie at the little.
This week’s movie The Clearing, was great from start to finish. Redford and
Dafoe played great off of each other, and bonus points for the lead FBI agent
role, surprisingly good. Take that Napoleon!
A testimonial to this great site
Don Jay… he is a little bit BUFF and a little bit LO! - Brick Window.com
Update coming tomorrow recapping this kick ass weekend (teaser: it involved
strippers! ugly ugly strippers!)
A testimonial to this great site
Don Jay… he is a little bit BUFF and a little bit LO! - Brick Window.com
Update coming tomorrow recapping this kick ass weekend (teaser: it involved
strippers! ugly ugly strippers!)
The dude abides, in Rochester!
Just saw on RATS’
website that the Eastman House is having An evening with Jeff Bridges.
For Mr. Bridges 27 year film career, he has photographed the work that goes
into making a film. He and his work will be there, he’ll be giving a speech
and showing slides of his work. Very cool stuff.
End of an era
Today Chris banner, my roommate since freshman year leaves Rochester to start
his full time career in Boston. I wish him (and Amanda) all the best.
Overrated
There’s a great event that happens every now and again in college sports.
There will be be a great team that everyone raves about, best team ever, etc
etc. Then all of a sudden you see them in person, playing your own team, and
they just aren’t what they’re hyped up to be. Then when they lose the game,
the crowd breaks out into a chant of ‘over-rated!’…
What’s this have to do with anything? I saw Napolean Dynamite last night.
Overrated! I should have known I’d be in trouble when I saw it was an MTV
films production. Blah, corny white people acting black, white people
dancing, random throwaway references to the characters living in the eighties,
but having the plot include an on-line relationship, then a N’Sync song at the
end. Yeah I laughed when the cow got shot in front of a full school bus, but
the plot had so many cliches and easily predictable crap, I was bored.
Come on Little, I expect better!
F9/11 hits my prediction of $80M
Link
here.
F9/11 hits my prediction of $80M
Link
here.
