Monday, July 19, 2004

This Just In: The Hello Kitty Mafia Has a Headache.

Oh, my head.
 
Hello my little monkeys. I'd really appreciate it if you could please read this as quietly as possible. It's been a long weekend.
 
I spent Saturday night with New Character in the aforementioned Finn MacCool's. And, might I add, had a mah-velous time. After much commiseration and consideration, the decision was made that Finn MacCool's is a decent enough place, but not the pub mecca I had hoped for. New Character is not mega-found of Seisun music to begin with, and I'm sure sitting ten feet from the band didn't help. But the drink was cold (well, mine was. NC had single-malt scotch. She has excellent taste in scotch.) And the conversation was swank. I managed to be my usual Don Juan self (well, as everyone knows, that is much, much closer to Don Knotts.) A good time was had by all.
 
Sunday afternoon came quickly. As I found out, our fair street was having a festival! Yep, that one was sprung on me. But as you all know, I now feature the speed of a cobra with the speed of two cobras, so it was no problem. Before you could say "Adam zipped to the store and got provisions for a cucumber and pepper salad, and also got a bunch of stuff for barbeque including ingredients for what would become an absolutely bitchin' BBQ sauce, and then ran home and whipped it all up. Purple monkey dishwasher," I  zipped to the store and got provisions for a cucumber and pepper salad, and also got a bunch of stuff for barbeque including ingredients for what would become an absolutely bitchin' BBQ sauce, and then ran home and whipped it all up. Purple monkey dishwasher. All while drinking beer and watching High Society. Abbypilot once commented that she prefers older movies because they are just as funny as current movies, have better plots, and just feel more real. I concur. If you haven't seen this movie, do so. Good, good stuff.
 
Which brings us to today. I'm off to the gym to try and banish the toxins in my system to the land of wind and ghosts.

2 comments:

whiskypants said...

Since when is John Denver's "Country Roads" considered Seisun music? Oh, the humanity...

The Silver Fox said...

The Bunny is Italian. His definition of 'seisun' is rather elastic.