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wine, bumper cars and the lash
By briantologist | March 12, 2007
Man, Internet, a lot’s happened in the past week. Kind of. I got so swept up in the Idol top 12, and the wife’s revived posting about said, that I almost forgot to tell you I saw the fucken Pogues last week and it was seriously everything I could’ve hoped for, within reason (Kirsty McColl coming back from the dead for “Fairytale of New York” qualifies as something I probably shouldn’t have bothered hoping for, especially considering what terrible singers the undead are known to be, with the exception of The Zombies). I mean, obviously Shane MacGowan was all slurry and drunk. A) Would you want Shane MacGowan to be anything but? B) Considering how unintelligible the vocals are at most live shows to begin with, and considering that Shane hasn’t been sober since like, ever, I’m almost positive that seeing him perform in 2007 wasn’t that much different than seeing him perform in 1985. Plus I’m pretty sure the rest of the band were mostly sober, which probably shored up their performance quality. So yes, A+, would do business with again. The theater was pretty awesome, too; The Congress is simultaneously majestic and a shithole, and I for one enjoyed the paradox, which is particularly apt for a Pogues show, it occurs to me.
So that happened, and then the super-secret visit of Sarahbrown took place, a special surprise arrangement by Emily for Tony’s birthday, and this was of course good times. E and I got dinner early, then joined many persons, friends and associates for drinks and second dinner, and damned if we didn’t feel like adults for an hour or two. It was kinda nice. Naturally we had to quell any feelings of adulthood ASAP, so we quickly adjourned to Whirlyball, which was fucking insane and awesome, awesome, awesome. In addition to introducing me to yet another sport I’m impressively ineffective at, the non-Whirlyball court portions of Whirlyball brought me back to the crappy Tulsa haunts of my youth; it helped that I was surrounded by former Tulsans who knew the same crappy places (Looney’s pool hall, ladies and gentlemen, 51st and Memorial, RIP). It was determined that Whirlyball was the cool senior that Sharky’s met on the first day of high school. It was also determined that in one hour of Whirlyball (two games), it is possible to score exactly once. Good times.
So yes, finally, after exactly one week of steely resolve to not get sucked into this shit again, E and I caved like the varsity spelunking team, and have now been officially sucked back in. This man and his mind-bogglingly awesome weekly recaps are to blame in no small part, though ultimately we have no one to blame but ourselves, and our endless appetite for crap. But we’re like, supporting the economy and shit, and fighting terrorism by watching tv. So it’s cool, dawg, it’s cool. I mean, it’s a little pitchy, and honestly I thought it was just kinda a’iiight, but I mean, dude, dawg. Dawg. Dude, dawg.
Topics: Fucking Awesome, Hoo!, Television, good times. | 9 Comments »
March 12th, 2007 at 11:26 am
I was so disappointed by antm last year, but the Russian mail-order bride has sucked me right back in. I hope they keep her for a while. I can’t wait for the makeover episode.
March 12th, 2007 at 12:24 pm
“Like lacrosse, without the rape” = HA!
The top half of my left leg is all purple and green. I want to go again!
March 12th, 2007 at 12:27 pm
Also I liked how the Whirlyball referee guy was like, “Drunk? Eh…. if you can walk, I’ll let you play.”
March 12th, 2007 at 1:09 pm
Yeah, the Whirlyball ref was a pro. The warning about not stepping on two panels at once, lest we be electrocuted, still rings in my head like Dr. Dre’s proverbial rhymes.
That’s right, people: Whirlyball involves both a full-service bar AND a risk of severe electric shock. RUN, do not walk, to a location near you.
March 12th, 2007 at 3:43 pm
I want everything I own to say MORE BUMP FOR YOUR BUCK.
March 12th, 2007 at 4:22 pm
Whirlyball is new to my world!
Love FourFour! Rich is brilliant and the cuteness, his cats are beyond beautiful and his boyfriend is so, so yum!
I’ve been wondering about elb’s footwear. The type of thing I think about when I cannot sleep. After the painful Fleuvog experience .. then what?
A hint of Spring today in Boston. I hope for you in Chicago as well.
I remain ever hopeful for your blog posts!
March 12th, 2007 at 8:18 pm
Me and the Fluevogs are tight. We’ve come to an agreement. They make me look good and I wear commuter sneakers until I get to the office.
Miz H. I know you’re going to be in town soon! We need to make it so our dads can join us for Whirlyball.
March 14th, 2007 at 4:27 pm
Jesus H. Christ, I dream of that day. How tight is the security, ’cause they could totally smuggle in some bottle rockets and give Tone Loc some Nam flashbacks.
March 20th, 2007 at 6:33 am
Since you are into ANTM, I thought you might want to see this. Scroll down to see Jael (she’s the one in the blue wig and Blade Runner makeup) at a recent party – trashed out of her mind.