July 11, 2004
Why bother writing when others have done it first and probably better?
- Click here (be sure to scroll down for the world's only known shot of me dancing), or maybe here, here, or perhaps even here for a report on Friday night's PFMBABB. A good time was had by most, and if anybody can get Siberia to bring back the Maker's Mark, certain people would be quite appreciative.
- Yesterday I spent ten freaking hours as an Official Team Photographer in NYC's own Extreme Scavenger Hunt, brought to you by the same folks from the Black Hearts Party. And that wasn't anywhere near the time put in by fellow "Exit 9" team member, whose minute-by-minute diary of the event begins at nine in the morning and doesn't finish until 2:13 the following a.m. Some choice phrases from Brian's report include "the better to eat you with," "two team member simultaneously biting into the same Big Mac in the cereal aisle of a supermarket," "Don't drop the camera in the toilet," "exposing her boobs to the world," "Team member nude wrapped in plastic," and "giggling like a school girl." Hopefully there will be some choice posted photos when another team member (not the one with the exposed boobs) makes her report.
- Thoroughly enjoyed Anchorman this afternoon with my sister, though we did leave the theater a little perplexed as to why no less than three damned hilarious bits from the ad were cut from the movie. I've seen that happen before, but never that many. Anyway, if you think you might like the movie, you definitely will, though it ain't no Old School, unfortunately. As an added bonus, the Unfashionably Late Jesse (who was also at the PFMBABB but unfortunately not the Extreme Scavenger Hunt which would have tied everything up in a neat little package) directed me to this hours-of-hilarity transcript from an Anchorman online press conference panel thingie.
But the real drama after the movie, at my favorite Indian restaurant in my neighborhood, when the waiter refused to wrap up my sister's leftover chicken tikka masala since it had been moved from the serving dish to her plate (my leftovers were still in the tray, and were thus packed up quickly with no argument). They actually brought her plate back to the table to tell us she couldn't have the leftovers, and we eventually had to tell them to bring us a takeout container and turn their backs while we did the packing ourselves.
Seriously, are we crazy? Has anybody had this happen to them before, or can even think of a reason why this would be the case? Now my sister only wants to eat at the place with the waterfall in the window...
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