Barry Jive wrote:best wishes, daj
that beerfest was like a BABIP convention
needless to say this vacation is meeting any and every expectation. going out as soon as my buddy gets out the shower, seeing THE HOLD STEADY TOMORROW on the most beautiful lake i've ever seen and then--a last-minute addition to the itinerary--going to Cooperstown on Monday morning. holy poop.
after i finished drinking at the beerfest, i stood on the shore of Lake Cayuga and turned to my friends, and i couldn't do anything but smile. lots of terrible crap happening to people, here, at home, everywhere, and yet moments like the ones i had today make it all go away, if only for a short time.
i wish you all the best. obviously i'm in a good mood right now, but i can't help but love (and i'm not using that word lightly) all of you.
Trent Steele wrote:When I see the infomercials for the Dean Martin Variety Show DVDs, I'm mesmerized. Although it was before my time, I want to buy them. Dean Martin seems like just about the coolest MOFO badass ever. I love him up there smoking cigarrettes on the stage, flirting with Racquel Welch, hanging with Sinatra. Seems incredibly talented and immeasurably cool. He must have gotten more ass than a toilet.
kruker wrote:The girl my roommate brought back last night pissed in his bed. I can't remember the last time I've laughed this hard.
Trent Steele wrote:When I see the infomercials for the Dean Martin Variety Show DVDs, I'm mesmerized. Although it was before my time, I want to buy them. Dean Martin seems like just about the coolest MOFO badass ever. I love him up there smoking cigarrettes on the stage, flirting with Racquel Welch, hanging with Sinatra. Seems incredibly talented and immeasurably cool. He must have gotten more ass than a toilet.
He attended Grant Elementary School in Steubenville, Ohio and took up the drums as a hobby as a teenager. He was the target of much ridicule for his broken English and ultimately dropped out from Steubenville High School in the 10th grade because he thought that he was smarter than his teachers. He delivered bootleg liquor, served as a speakeasy croupier, wrote crafty anecdotes, was a blackjack dealer, worked in a steel mill and boxed as welterweight. At the age of 15, he was a boxer who billed himself as "Kid Crochet". His prizefighting years earned him a broken nose (later fixed), a permanently split lip, and many sets of broken knuckles (a result of not being able to afford the tape used to wrap boxers' hands). He lost 11 of his 12 bouts.[1] For a time, he roomed with Sonny King, who, like Martin, was just starting in show business and had little money. It is said that Martin and King held bare-knuckle matches in their apartment, fighting until one of them was knocked out; people paid to watch. Eventually, Martin gave up boxing. He worked as a roulette stickman and croupier in an illegal casino behind a tobacco shop where he had started as a stock boy.
kruker wrote:The girl my roommate brought back last night pissed in his bed. I can't remember the last time I've laughed this hard.
Phan In Phlorida wrote:zOMG!!! A neighbor a few houses away was found dead in his house a couple of days ago (just heard about it today). He had lost his job and his wife left him, and he had taken up drinking heavily. Dunno the cause (suicide, drank himself to death, or whatever). Didn't know him (they bought the house about a year ago), only saw him around, would have guessed he was at least late 50's, so I was surprised to find out he was only 43.