meximick's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Tangtastic Family Weekend! So I'm off to Philly at the end of the week, now that a few things have been cleared up. Misunderstandings can happen to anyone, and did so happen, resulting in general weird feelings and malaise in the Philly trip decision-making process. That malarky is over. But in the final outcome, here's what was decided: -no nakedness, unless comically appropos -plenty of beer imbibed -possibly some liquor, depending -Rocky statue, stealing of -Quaalude lab, starting of -little to no liquor-induced street naps -chasing of chickens to develop the greasy-fast I-talian tank skillz necessary to defeat Clubber Lang after my pride-goeth-before-a-fall upset in Rocky III: The Secret of the Ooze. Totally. So this weekend was fun. Ma and Pa were dynamic, a true parental force to be reckoned with. They hugged and questioned and supplied groceries like nobody's business. And were duly impressed by our couches. We watched Mike's play on Friday - there was much mirth and circus-related funk-tivities up in that piece. And Joey Slotnick was there. Yes the Joey Slotnick. And you totally know him. He's that guy. You might not know where you've seen him, but you have, and he's that... you know... guy from that... thing. Here's Joey. He's an alum of the theatre company. Me and Mark thought it would be a great idea if we were to have pants'ed him. But we hesitated. I blame myself, really. How cool would that be, though: you mention to a friend that you ran into someone kindasorta famous, and you tell them about that guy on "Boston Public" who totally slept with one of his students, or the wacky friend who was married to that Asian girl on that other awful show, "The Single Guy" and they'll say, "kinda" just to get you to shut up, and then you can say, "Well, here's his pants!" And there you are. And we watched the Cubs finish the series sweep of the Dodgers on Sunday, and Uncle Andy held up a silly sign that said "Morrisville, NY loves the Cubs" during the 7th inning stretch and WGN totally showed it, so I guess, you know, I'm famous or something. But on Saturday, that's when some fun stuff went down. I'm talkin' about some karaoke and beer bottles shaped like bowling pins. Aww yeah! So for the first time in my startlingly brilliant life, I sang along to a pre-recorded song in front of a drunken, bowling-enthused throng of bar-goers. I like hyphens (-). And it was "She's a Lady", by Tom Jones. And yes, the pile of female undergarments thrown at me and Mark by lusty female admirers was truly something to behold. 4:51 a.m. - 2001-05-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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