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Friday, June 30, 2006

Come Along and Ride on a Fantastic Voyage
 
When I moved out of Manhattan, I said to myself, "Now that I have a car I can just call in sick and drive to
the beach whenever I want!"
 
But I've never done it.
 
That is, until today.  Today, I called in sick, put the top down on the Jeep, and rubbed myself generously with
Irish-grade sunblock.  It may not be the Caribbean, but the Jersey Shore is a little slice of paradise.
 
Especially if I listen to Bon Jovi all the way there and get some salt water taffy on the way home.
 



Thursday, June 29, 2006

No Need to Worry, MAccountant Handles That

 

When I told my mother that I was packing up my computer, she looked at me with big, sad eyes and said, "How am I supposed to shop online?"

 

So I left my computer with her and bought a new one.  And THAT, my friends, is why I am going to heaven.

 




You've Got Soul, You've Got Class, You've Got Style, You're Badass
 
I had dinner with the roommate and the Girl last night.  I asked the roommate if she had received any other responses besides mine concerning the apartment vacancy.
 
She said, "Yeah, some girl e-mailed me but she had terrible punctuation and spelling so I didn't want to live with someone like that." 
 
It was then that I realized that we are going to get along just fine.
 



Wednesday, June 28, 2006

Fuck the Presents, Might as Well Throw Them Out

My younger brother and his girlfriend of over three years have decided to break up. They have been living together for a year and they're both moving to new places next month, which means that they have to divide everything they've purchased together.

When they told me the news, I was shocked and saddened. I considered giving them some advice or offering to mediate the dispute.

But all I could get out was, "How much do you want for that couch?"




Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Sure I'm Sober, Sure I'm Sane

When I ran out to get some quick lunch, I asked my mother if she wanted anything from the bagel store.

You know, the bagel store that we've been to 3 or 4 times a week for the last twenty years.

She said, "Yes! Get me an everything bagel. I've never had one of those. I want to try it."

Ah, menopause.




Turn It On and All the Way Up

I had nothing to do today so I agreed to watch my cousin's kids while she went to the doctor.

The two-year-old was very excited to see Batman on television, but every time the commercials came on, he screamed, "Batman! Batman! BATMAN!"

Thankfully, his mother came to get him just as the movie was ending. I was afraid I was going to have to lock him in the bathroom or tie him to a tree outside.




I Have to Say I Love You in a Song

This morning I asked the Girl who performed the song we were listing to.

"I don't know," she said, "My ex-boyfriend made me this mix CD."

Ladies and gentlemen, when you break up with your beau, please throw out all lingerie you may have bought together, all love notes, all nude pictures, and, yes, all mix CDs he or she made for you.

That is, unless you (1) have some intention of getting back together or (2) want to make your current lover feel like complete shit.




You Must Be On The Kanye Workout Plan

Last night the Girl said she would take me anywhere I wanted for dinner since I'm on vacation. I chose Zip Burger on 52nd and 2nd.

Zip Burger lets you pick your meat, bun, cheese, toppings, and how the burger is cooked. I got a rare beef burger on an english muffin with swiss and smoked bacon. The burger was great and the Belgian frites (with Belgian mayonnaise) were perfectly cooked.

The only thing that went wrong was when we walked in the front door and saw six people waiting in line all wearing workout gear and iPods. I said to the Girl, "Oh NO, is this a health food joint?"




Monday, June 26, 2006

Anger is a Gift

Since I couldn't be on a beach sipping an all-inclusive margarita today, I decided to take my parents out to lunch. We went to an Italian place on Staten Island called Patisserie Bruno. The panini sandwiches were great and the pastries were fantastic.

But I'll never go back. The menu listed the following ingredients for a salad dressing: "balsamic vinegar and evoo."

I just can't support the proliferation of that ridiculous acronym.




I'm Trying Not To Lose My Head

My passport expired last month. This was brought to my attention by a lovely young lady at the American Airlines desk at JFK this morning who completely prohibited me from getting on my scheduled flight to the Caribbean.

They couldn't reschedule me today. My whole vacation went down the drain because I am an idiot.

The hotel said that they could reschedule my stay but it would cost me "one hundred percent."

So I am completely broke and have 3 days off. I am certainly not going to work, which will give me ample time to figure out what to tell my bosses when they ask why I have no tan at all.

"Really good sunblock."

If you see me on the street today, please stab me in the neck.




I Just Want Your Extra Time and Your Kiss

I think the thing that I like most about the Girl is the way she kisses.

She kisses like we're having an affair.
She kisses like I'm going off to war.
She kisses like she MEANS it.




Sunday, June 25, 2006

Now Why Would I Ever Stop Doing This?

 

I'm writing a cover letter to a firm with my resume.  This is what I have so far for the middle paragraph:

 

I have previously sent my resume to [your firm] in January 2003, December 2003, July 2004, and December 2005.  I interviewed with two offices of [your firm] in September of 2004.  

 

I'm debating which of the following sentences best completes the paragraph:

 

  1. Although I have yet to receive an offer of employment from your firm, there can be no doubt as to my desire to work at your firm.
  2. Just fucking hire me already.
  3. You probably have 200 employees that don't want to work there as much as I do.
  4. Who do I have to go down on?
  5. If you don't hire me, I'm just going to keep sending you letters Andy Dufresne style.  
 



Saturday, June 24, 2006

Too Legit to Quit

 

I had my semi-annual review yesterday at work. 

 

I didn't shave yesterday.  I showed up for the review 5 minutes late and without a legal pad.  I reclined in my chair during the review.

 

"You are a seriously bright guy," said one of my bosses, "But you have a real attitude problem.  Sometimes I'm not really sure if you even want to be a lawyer."

 

And I thought, wow, is it that obvious?

 




Friday, June 23, 2006

Strong as an Ox Fresh Out the Box

Last night I made an almond raspberry tart and brought it to work today.  One of the secretaries said to me, "Did you make that crust?  You know what I like?  Those graham-cracker crusts you can buy in the store.  Sometimes I eat them right out of the package."

 

I politely asked her to leave my office.

 




Make You Boogie to This Party 'Cause You Know it's Unique
 
Less than a week in the new place and I already committed my first major roommate faux pas:  I accidentally bought the same color shower pouf as my roommate.
 



Thursday, June 22, 2006

Let It Shine on Me

 

I made cookies on the second night in my new apartment.  I brought most of them to work and set them out for my co-workers.  Unfortunately, my secretary came in late that day and they were all gone by 9:30.

 

She was furious that I didn't save her one.  When she stormed into my office (after calling me to tell me she was furious) I quickly hid the one cookie I had saved for myself.  The second drawer of my desk was already open, so I just dropped it in there and closed the drawer.

 

I totally forgot about it.  Just now, two days later, I found it.  When the first bite tasted like shoe polish, I realized that I shouldn't store cookies next to my shoe shine kit.

 

But after the second and third bites, I realized that even when stored adjacent to shoe polish, my cookies are still better than any other cookies on earth.

 




The Thing That Separates You From Me

 

It's confession time:  I usually don’t read the comments.

 

Yesterday was an exception.  I had some extra time last night and I read through some of them.

 

Are you ok? 

 

I'm ok.  Seriously.  I really don't need or want advice.  I am doing fine.  I'm pretty happy with my life.  I do stupid things to entertain myself.  I know what I'm supposed to do in life, but what fun is that?

 

This blog is not a cry for help, it's just a hobby.  Thanks for trying to help, but please keep in mind that this is intended to be an entertaining blog even if it usually fails in that respect.  If you have nothing witty, snarky, or otherwise entertaining to say, please don't comment. 

 

Learn from the good commenters, like prarie biker, pink, or G. Flasher.

 

Please feel free to call my sexuality into question; point out errors in grammar and punctuation; and describe sexual fantasies involving you, me, and crème anglaise. 

 




You're Beautiful, It's True

I love the looks I get from women.

I love the "I can't believe you said that in front of my family" look.

In bars I get a lot of "You're funny, but I would never sleep with you" looks. Sometimes they turn into "Are you really still hitting on me?" looks.

But my favorite look, especially when a girl is walking into the bedroom, is the "Where are you? I just took out my contacts" look.




Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Well Use Me, Use Me, 'Cause You Ain't The Average Groupie

 

The Girl's story:

"I was upset about some personal things in my life, some of which are work related, and so I'm sorry I've been quiet lately.  I made the plans to go out with my friend last week, it had nothing to do with my being quiet lately.  And I dated that guy 5 years ago.  We've been friends ever since.  He's not really my 'ex-boyfriend.'  When you invited me to your place, you said, 'Come over for some cunnilingus' and I didn't even know if you were serious."

 

What Fresh believes actually happened:

The Girl went out to test the waters with the ex, and realized how good she has it with me.

 

Now I know I may be a sucker for accepting her explanation, but since she bought her ex a housewarming present, now she has to get me a better one.  I'm hoping it's her and her hot friend. 

 

Besides, I just bought a new bed and I'd like to break it in at least once.

 




You Make Me Feel Like a Natural Woman

 

I've got a female roommate in my new apartment.

 

The great thing about having a female roommate is that if I ever have any guests over – an unlikely prospect, I admit – I can blame everything on her.

 

"Those scented candles?  Yeah, those belong to my roommate.  And so does the Neutrogena Rainbath and the bud vase.  I don't know what she was thinking when she bought those decorative jars for the sugar and flour."

 

I guess I should get a bar of Irish Spring to leave in the shower as a cover.

 




Tuesday, June 20, 2006

A Higher Level of Def

 

I just got into the elevator with a construction worker who was carrying a level that must have been six feet long.

 

Fresh:  Wow, that's a big level.

Worker:  Yeah.

Fresh:  I have like, a torpedo level.

Worker:  ...

Fresh:  It's much smaller than that.

Worker:  ...

Fresh:  It still does pretty much the same thing, it's just smaller.

Worker: ... 

Fresh:  I mean, for some jobs I have to move it around a lot, but basically it's the same.

Worker: ...

Fresh:  Have a good one.

Worker:  Yeah, you too.

 




I Faced it All,  and I Stood Tall, and Did it My Way

 

My brothers and I are in the middle of planning our annual backyard BBQ.  Every year we invite all of our friends over, grill enormous amounts of meat, and play beer pong and flip cup in my parents' backyard. 

 

This year, I told my younger brother that we need to hire a cook.  I spent hours cooking last year and didn't get to spend enough time drinking.  The BBQ has gotten bigger, and cooking for 100 people has gotten overwhelming.

 

My younger brother said, "I have a friend who does some catering.  He may be willing to cook for us."

 

We sent his friend Joey an e-mail asking him to cook for us.  He replied, "Sure, come by the Pork Store and we'll talk about it."

 

So we had to go to the Pork Store to talk to Joey.  It was all arranged next to the braciole because Joey doesn't like to put things in writing.  Joey is 22 years old.  We shook hands and I have no doubt that he'll be on time. 

 

As we were walking out of the Pork Store, my brother said, "It's good to see that there are still some old-school Italians left on Staten Island." 

 




What Do I Do Right?

 

I haven't heard much from the Girl lately, but to say that she hasn't spoken to me in three days would be inaccurate.  Last night she took the time to turn down another invitation to see my new apartment because she had to go buy a housewarming gift for her ex-boyfriend.

 

She went on to say that she can't come see my new apartment tonight because she's going to see her ex-boyfriend's new apartment.  With a bottle of raspberry vodka.

 

He's not having a housewarming party, mind you.  It's going to be just the two of them and a bottle of vodka.

 

I feel like I'm returning to my seat in Yankee Stadium after getting a hot dog and everyone is leaving the Stadium.  I don't know what just happened, but it probably wasn't good.

 




Monday, June 19, 2006

This Is Not My Beautiful House

 

Last night after unpacking my business clothes and hanging them all in the closet, I went to bed.  In the middle of the night, the closet pole broke the bracket and crashed to the floor, which woke me with a start. 

 

I opened my eyes and had no idea where I was.  Although I've experienced this feeling many times in the past, I prefer experiencing it when I'm slightly drunk and there is a young lady next to me. 

 




Been Bummin' Around This Old Town For Way Too Long

 

Last night I moved out of my parents' basement and into an apartment. 

 

I honestly loved living with my parents, but I'm going to turn 30 in October.  I can handle having a job where my bosses dislike me.  I can handle dating a girl who is certain to leave me soon.  I can handle being a loser who reads comic books and bakes Bundt cakes on weekends. 

 

But I just didn't want to turn 30 in my parents' basement

 




Sunday, June 18, 2006

I Bake The Cake, Then Take The Cake and Eat it Too
chocolate + chocolate = OMG
When I asked my grandfather what he wanted me to make him for Father's day, he asked for a Carvel ice cream cake.

The Girl said, "That's ok, I asked my dad the same question and he asked for a Costco sheet cake."

So I made my grandfather a flourless chocolate cake with a chocolate glaze.

When my Italian grandfather heard what it was, he said, "What, is it Passover?"




Woke Up This Morning, and I Wrote Down This Song
breakfast!
Yesterday the Girl said, "Hey, we have to stop by a card store."

I replied, "Why? Whose birthday is it?"

The concept of getting a card for Father's day didn't even occur to me. My dad is big on practicality and small on wasting money. Not buying him a card would only avoid (1) his yelling at me for buying a card and (2) my sitting through some awkward silence while he opens said card.

I didn't even wrap his present. This morning, I put a post-it note on a bottle of whiskey that said, "Happy Father's Day!"




Saturday, June 17, 2006

To All The Ladies In The Place With Style And Grace

I've always wanted a girl to call me Big Poppa in bed.

I'm not saying I deserve it. I'm not fat. I'm not tall. I'm not rich. My fun-sized penis usually provokes stifled laughter, not awe.

I even requested this a few times. "Hey, can you just call me big poppa? It would make me happy." But girls just laugh. It's never happened.

One day.




Friday, June 16, 2006

Lights On or Lights Off, She Like It From Behind

 

It's time for more relationship advice from Fresh Pepper!

 

The answer to:

"I read an article online that said that the reason men like reverse cowgirl so much is because it's easier for them to fantasize about other women.   Is that true?"

 

Is apparently NOT:

"Wow, that's a good idea."

 




I Know Not Everybody Has Got a Body Like Me

Late last night I had to travel for work. I checked into a hotel and took a shower. After my shower, I was standing naked in the room watching ESPN and brushing my teeth when a rather burly man in a suit and tie inserted a key into my hotel room door and walked in.

I removed my toothbrush from my mouth and said, "Excuse me." He replied, "I'm sorry, I must have the wrong room." He quickly backed out with his luggage.

Upon replaying the event in my mind this morning, I was happy with the way I handled the situation for the following reasons:

1. I was polite. I pride myself on being polite, even in quite uncomfortable circumstances.

2. I didn't curse. I've been trying to clean up my language lately, and that seems like a situation that would have had me swearing a month ago.

3. I made absolutely no attempt at all to cover any part of my body when the man saw me. I didn't even flinch. I'm not ashamed of this body. It's a moveable feast that I think everyone should see at least once in their life.




Thursday, June 15, 2006

Is It Worth It?  Let Me Work It

 

It's time for some career advice from Fresh Pepper!

 

When you drop off a draft of an assignment with a partner and he asks you:

 

"Is this going to require a lot of work from me?"

 

The answer is apparently NOT:

 

"The last one didn't require any work from you, you chose to put work into it."

 




Back That Thing Up

 

Last night after dinner, the Girl and I stopped by 7-11 for some coffee (and tea, for I am civilized).  After purchasing our beverages, we sat in my Jeep and kissed a little before I started it up. 

 

While we were kissing, I heard a loud knock.  I turned to see a police officer knocking on my window.  I rolled it down and he said, "I like the way you backed in to this spot.  That's how a real man parks: he backs it in."

 

Baffled, I thanked him and he walked away.

 

When I turned back to the Girl, she asked, "Did that cop just interrupt our kissing to compliment you on your parking job?"

 




Wednesday, June 14, 2006

I Just Don't Dig On Swine, That's All

 

My buddy Fingers took me to a bar for lunch.  The bar didn't have a front door.  To get into the bar, you had to walk down an alley and into an aluminum screen door on the side of a building.

 

As soon as we stepped in, a septuagenarian yelled to his fellow AARP member, "That's why I told you on the phone, don't forget a brick."

 

I knew it was going to be a good place.

 

They put Taylor ham on their burgers.  (That's pork roll for the out-of-towners.)  It was fantastic.

 

After taking the first bite of the burger, I was angry with myself for not having ever made a Taylor ham burger after the millions of Taylor ham breakfast sandwiches I've made through the years.  Why haven't I thought of this?

 




This is How We Do

 

I saw my grandmother yesterday.  She was proud to tell me that she tried salmon for the first time in her life this past weekend.

 

It's not exactly a staple in the poor Italian immigrant diet.

 

I was excited for her.  She said she loved it.  Then I asked her how she prepared it.

 

"I breaded it and fried it in the pan."

 




It's Time To Get Ill

If you're a patent lawyer, the Patent Office sends you things with 3-month deadlines. You take the things and throw them in the back of your office for two and-a-half months. If you got something today, it would say "Response due: September 7, 2006" and you would laugh. It always seems so far off.

But of course, it isn't that far off and you will find yourself writing a response the night before.

This is why the Patent Office also lets you take extensions of time. You can take a three-month extension for around a thousand bucks. Now you're thinking, "Wow, if I take extensions, this won't be due until DECEMBER!"

But the extension is a bitch goddess. There's nothing worse than having two days to
write a response, realizing how complicated it is, and working all night on something that's been sitting in your office for six months. I'm working on something now that I received before Christmas, which is really demoralizing.

Damn you, Patent Office.




Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Don't You Know I'm Loco?

This morning while jogging I came across a huge pile of garbage on the side of the road in a wooded area. Somebody apparently thought it was easier to unload their trash in the woods than to throw it out properly.

What disturbed me more than the litter itself was that someone had stuck a small Mexican flag into the pile of trash.

So I grabbed the flag, and realizing that I had nowhere to put it, carried it for the rest of my run.

It must have looked strange to the motorists to see some gringo running alone down the road at 6 am carrying a Mexican flag.




Monday, June 12, 2006

To Be an MC is What I Choose
loser
I saw a truck at Target tonight with license plates that read, "PARTNER."

At first I thought it was arrogant, but then I was a little jealous. Not that the driver was a partner in whatever business -- although I tend to believe that only an attorney would be that arrogant -- but that the person was proud of their position.

I usually tell people I deal drugs or I shampoo dogs for a living before I begrudgingly admit that I'm an attorney.




Call Before You Come I Need To Shave My

Girl:  So what did your friend Lips think of the sideburns?
Fresh: She really, really hated them.
Girl:  Well, I'm glad you didn't cut them off.
Fresh:  Why?  You hate them!
Girl:  Yeah, but I want you to cut them off because I hate them, not because she hates them.
Fresh: ... ?

 




Look Baby, I Don't Dance, All I Do is This

All of my dance moves come from Notorious BIG's "Hypnotize" music video. Biggie pretty much just stands still and moves his hands a little. I like those moves. But the Girl and I have some weddings to go to this summer.

So yesterday the Girl and I took a dance class: a three-hour crash course on a few dance basics.

We started out with the foxtrot. We were good. We were laughing. We were having a good time.

But then the salsa wasn't my specialty. The Girl was frustrated with my inability to follow the simple moves we were learning.

She looked at the couple next to us and said, "They're having a good time."

I replied, "Notice how she isn't yelling at him."

At the end, I kissed her and admitted that I completely suck and will take more lessons with her. But in the meantime, I'm going back to my Biggie moves.




Sunday, June 11, 2006

CEO, You Don't Have to See ID

It's a special edition of relationship advice from the Girl:

The answer to:

"We should break up. Don't you wish you were dating a rich guy or a guy with a huge penis?"

is NOT:

"I don't want a rich guy."




Watch Out for My Medallions, My Diamonds Are Wreckless

I met the Girl's sister and her husband at the Yankee game yesterday. When the Girl went to the ladies' room, I asked the sister to tell me the secret to keeping the Girl happy.

"Treat her with respect. And buy her a lot of jewelry."

Ah, to quote Positive K, "I don't go that route."




Saturday, June 10, 2006

What Is Love? Baby, Don't Hurt Me

Last night I took the Girl out for a night on the town on Staten Island. This meant pizza at DeNino's, the famous local pizzeria, and Italian ices at Ralph's.

At DeNino's, we were seated by the "host" pointing at a table and saying "over there." The table had a pile of paper plates with a three forks on top of the pile. Our waitress had bright pink fingernails that were a good two inches long. KTU, the local disco/dance station, played in the background.

The pizza was phenomenal, as always.

Across the street at Ralph's, Italian girls wearing a ton of gold served fantastic Italian ices. KTU played on overhead speakers; we got to hear the end of the song that started in the pizzeria across the street.

The Girl loved it all. When I asked her what she thought of Staten Island, she said, "It's a lot like Long Island, only with better pizza."




Friday, June 09, 2006

You Baby MC's Drink Pedialyte

Yesterday I asked a first-year attorney from the opposing party to do me a favor. He declined. Then he cited the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure to me. I couldn't hold in my laughter.

I felt bad for him. I used to be a first year. I used to cite rules and speak nervously. I had forgotten how much I have learned.

Lawyers are usually surpising civil to each other. As a first year, I remember saying to my boss, "Why should we give them an extension? They get 30 days according to the rules." My boss said, "Because it's not a big deal, and we may need an extension one day. Always be friendly to the other guys, it just makes the entire case run more smoothly."

I know that first year didn't have to do me that favor yesterday. But he's going to have to deal with me every day for the next year. And I don't forget things. He's going to learn a tough lesson the hard way.

And the funniest part: he gave me his card. I could tell he was excited about it.




Thursday, June 08, 2006

Riding Across the Land - Kicking USand

 

Today I have to drive out to some small town in upstate New York to review documents.

 

Sadly, I am looking forward to this.  Enter the thinking of a patent attorney: "This is great!  I don't have to be in the office today, but I still get to bill time!  Reading twenty boxes of technical specifications on an analog-to-digital converter is so much better than getting lectured at by my bosses."

 




Wednesday, June 07, 2006

WCrash Through Walls, Cut Through Floors
I wish that those little paper dividers or plastic trays inside bags of Pepperidge Farm cookies could dissuade me from eating the entire bag in one sitting.
 
But they don't.  They just kind of piss me off.
 



The Beat Don't Stop Until the Break of Dawn

You know it's going to be a long day at work when you leave home at 6:26 am and pack a dinner.




Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Save Tonight

It's time for more relationship advice from Fresh Pepper!

The answer to:

"Will you be mad if I spend the entire weekend visiting my friend in Boston and you don't get to spend any time with me at all?"

is apparently NOT: 

"No!  You should spend more time with her, she's been your friend for years.  She'll be standing next to you at your wedding while I'm failing out of culinary school in Paris."

 




Where In The Fuck Are We At?

"Please stop telling people I'm from Minnesota. I'm from Michigan."

"They're right next to each other," I said. "What's the difference?"

"Hey, Pennsylvania borders New York. You wouldn't mind if I told people you were from Pennsylvania?"

"Ouch. Ok, I will try to get it right next time."




Monday, June 05, 2006

Why Blow Up Our Spot Cuz We Both Got Hot?

It's great to catch up with old friends:

Thrill: Dude, your girl is hot, does she have any friends that like portly Asian men? I am totally available.
Fresh: What happened to that Jesus-loving girl you were dating?
Thrill: We're still going out. It's been a year and she's talking about marriage and shit.




We've Got The Jazz

I took the Girl with my buddy Fluff to see some live jazz over the weekend. I'm a huge jazz fan but it was all new to her.

Some questions she asked:
"Why does the bass player wear glasses if he has his eyes closed the entire time?"
"Where did that guy go? He's taking a break in the middle of the song?"
"What do you think the piano player is laughing at?"

And my favorite:
"Can we stay for another set?"




Sunday, June 04, 2006

I Think I Love You

I took a nap at the Girl's place yesterday. When I woke up, she was making me a BLT.

And she was applying the mayonnaise to the bread with an offset spatula.

I'm in love.




Saturday, June 03, 2006

What's My Name, Fool?

I've been feeling like a pariah at work lately after getting a few lectures about falling behind on some assignments. But I decided to go to last night's big firm event anyway because I want them to know that I'm making an effort to fit into the firm.

When I showed up, my name was spelled wrong on my name tag.




Friday, June 02, 2006

The Way You Look Tonight

The Girl just bought a dress for a wedding next week. The Girl is tall and slender; she has a body that is built for elegant dresses.

She tried it on for me last night. She looked amazing.

If she were a bridesmaid in this dress, you wouldn't even notice the bride.

If she walked into your wedding wearing this dress, you would reconsider -- even if you were the bride.

If you saw a picture of her in this dress, you would think it was airbrushed or fake.

If she were standing on the corner in this dress and you were driving by, you would crash.

If you were caught in a blizzard on a mountain, the thought of her in this dress would keep you warm and make you think of all of the beauty in the world.

If I had to describe to someone what the word "beautiful" meant, I would picture her in this dress.

If you were me, you would know that there was a God and that he was smiling at you for all of your good deeds.

And yet, when my gorgeous, tall Girl asked me how she looked in her long, black dress that goes all the way to the floor, the only thing I could say was, "Do you know who the Knights who say 'Ni' are?"




Thursday, June 01, 2006

And to Keep Our Honor Clean
 
I sat next to a Marine on the plane coming home.  I was excited because I have a wedding to go to next weekend and I have to dust off my tuxedo and patent leather shoes.
 
"Hey, how do you guys polish those shoes?  What's the best thing to use?"
 
I expected some awesome household product that I've never used before like Vaseline or some crazy brand of shoe polish that only Marines know about.  I expected him to tell me that I have to leave my shoes outside during the next meteor shower.  I expected him to tell me exactly how he lights the polish on fire like Travis Bickle.  I expected him to tell me to only polish clockwise using only a virgin's panties.
 
"Windex."
 



My Kind of Town
go cubbiestastes like cornbread with salsa on top

Here's what I like about Wrigley Field:
  • Who needs bullpens? You can watch the relievers warm up right on the side of the field.
  • As soon as a baseball goes into the ivy and doesn't pop out, the outfielder puts both hands in the air to signal a ground-rule double. Everyone in the crowd puts both hands in the air as well.
  • It was the cheapest ballpark I've been to: hot dogs: $3, peanuts $3.25.
Here's what I didn't like about Wrigley field:
  • The only beer sold at concession stands is Old Style. If you've never had Old Style, imagine drinking Olde English mixed with paint thinner.