Entries from February 2008 ↓

You might think this is funny, but then again not.

I went on my usual Sunday dump run this morning. I decided to take the two dogs. But let me digress. What happened to curbside pickup? I pay through my ass in taxes and I still have to take my shit to the dump. That means, you cannot own just a car, you HAVE TO own a pickup or a SUV. seriously how stupid is that
When you get there, you have to pass an inspection, and then you have to make like 7 stops:

regular garbage
swap meet stuff ( this is for another rant) the yard salers wait for you to pull the useless stuff
out of your truck, to resell on their lawn
bottles
clear plastic
cans
clear glass
colored glass ( damn people drink a lot of wine in town )
cardboard
newspaper
construction material

Jesus Christ, i could spend a day there.

Oh ya back to the dogs, so I am at the regular dump spot ( where you throw all the toxic waste away in green bags) and i am throwing my green bags away. Another car pulls up with a dog in it. Zach and Zoe go balistic. they are jumping around and barking. I go to get back in the truck and the dogs locked me out. they stepped on the door lock. It is cold, the truck is running, and i am outside looking in. No need to panic, I call JOJO. to bring down the extra key. Waiting for JOJO is like waiting for the Cubs to win the world series.
Plan B: They did it once, they can do it again. I try to get them excited, but they just stare. I figure if they jump around, they just might hit the switch again. nothing works until the dump guy brings out a bone.
we wave the bone in front of them and voila Zack stands on the window button and I open the door.
We were out of there and still no sign of JOJO.

I go to Bella’s whenever I can, but mostly on Thursday nights. The epicurean club meets in the bar around 7:30. Our leader Greg usually gets it all going.

Why Bella’s? It is convenient, clean, great waitstaff, reasonably priced and above all good food.

Bella’s has most anything you could want on the menu, not just Italian. I would recommend for starters, the jumbo shrimp, and or the house salad. Save room for the warm bread delivered before you order ( dish of dipping oil on the side). For the main course I suggest the sirloin steak, the rolled and stuffed chicken breast, or the chicken parm eggplant combo. ( enough for this rotund man and a togo too!)

Joanne suggests the Bowtie pasta in the pink cream sauce( Meredith says ” it is to die for”) with the veggies or seafood. Mary prefers to dine smartly on the plain oven grilled pizza.

What really makes Bella’s a treat is the waitstaff. I suggest that you eat in the bar as you come in. ( they have two) Vivian at the bar and LULU and Meridith at your table, you cannot go wrong. Ask Meridith to describe the specials. They are so descriptive, that you think you are tasting them as the words flow mellifluously off her tongue.

make sure to say Hi to Diane at the keno counter. If it were not for Keno, I could own a summer home on the Cape. MY numbers are 2,4,11,16 & 18 Try them for yourself, They have not been that good for me. Oakie likes to play 3 numbers 3-6-8. Good luck!

OK I have to admit it. I am hooked on reality tv. I have TIVO to blame. Before TIVO, I never watched any network tv. Only sports and movies. Now that I do not have to watch commercials I am hooked on junk TV.

There are 4 basic types of Reality TV ( by the way, reality tv only counts if you vote someone off, I do not know what the rest of that stuff should be called?)

TYPE I:

The contestants cut each others throat and send you packing. This is the truest form of reality tv. Also, my favorite. Survivor, biggest loser, and my all time favorite Big Brother.

TYPE II:

The shows where the network cuts you from the show. This is more contrived. They make sure that they keep the people that are good TV and they have a woman one time, then a man, then a Black, then a white, then a gay. It is PC driven and ratings driven. Shows like TheApprentice, Hell’s Kitchen, Project Runway, top Chef and the next food network star.

TYPE III:

The worst type is where the moronic public votes. The morons that pick up the phone and pay 99 cents to be one of 2,345,987 votes that week. They almost ALWAYS get it wrong. This is very frustrating to watch. Shows like American idol, Dancing with the stars. These are the same imbeciles that vote a baseball player on the All Star squad that has not played all year.

TYPE IV: This is the type where you kind of cut yourself. such as,Amazing Race, Beauty & the Geek, Kid nation,contender,fear factor. This is OK TV, it is more of a competition than anything else.

I cannot even put into a category stuff like wife swap, real world, Your average Joe, The Bachelor, Bridezilla, Joe millionaire, anything with Omarosa, rob and Amber, or Janice Dickenson. These people are a cottage industry on their own.

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I am finaly getting over the game. I might even turn the radio and TV on today.

PICTURES FROM VEGAS AND THE SUPER BOWL

Ray Charles, Jerry Lee Lewis

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Got up at 6 and met the limo @ 7:30 Dennis Clarke picked us up. What a great guy. we went to his house and got the tailgate party. booze beer and fried chicken, along with the lounge chairs and the nerf football. Dennis had it all set up.

The drive was 6 hours, we did not start drinking till 11:00 AM. That is about when the cobwebs from the night before ended.

We went through and stopped at the Hoover Dam, we went through the-mountains, and miles and miles of desert. At one point, you see nothing but the caballero cactus. It is really beautiful.

We stopped at a country diner to piss and met this crazy redneck lady. Got a slice of pizza. I think we may have been the only customer of the day. Why eat pizza in the desert. I will tell you why. it was friggin freezing. it was intermittent rain, sleet and snow.

got to the game at 1:30. we connived our way into the best spot right next to the stadium in a $300 lot. We did not have to pay either. Dennis is smooth.

And then

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Our hearts were broken………….

after the game, Craig was bullshit and it took us some time to calm him down. We got out of the stadium in 3 minutes. I swear we were the first ones gone.

We decided to drown our sorrows in booze. we drank all the way back. we got back to Vegas at !:00 decided to stay up till 5:30 when we took a limo to the airport.( compliments of Dennis) . WE played craps and drank till 4:00. By my calculations, that was like 15 hours. Jr had another great roll on the table and won everybody some more money.

12 hour flight home ugghh.

Game analysis later when I get through my therapy sessions and I can talk about the game.

It was a down day today in Vegas. I blame the 3 pound chicken pot pieI had at the Polazzo. Note to self- The polazzo is nice, but you feel like you are in Brooklyn, everyone is Italian, and everybody is from New York. it is strange.

Oh ya, the chicken Pot pie. not the hangover. Jr and I saw the tigers, lions and dolphins, at the Mirage ( A few Cougars checked out jr too)  The pot pie took us out of our party mood. Still it was a great day. This will be a good place to insert pictures more later, I have to get in the limo to head to the game. Should be fun. Go PATS.

WOW what a day. we go to the casino, and hit a slot machine for $25,000. the hotel put us up in their luxury suite, and had three girls come to our room. Jr could hardly keep up. The hotel is sending us to the Super Bowl in a helicopter to be a guest in their box. jessica simpson, Jay Z, and Donald trump will be with us.

HAHA End of the dream sequence………………….

what really happened was that we got up played some roulette, won a little, we walked around and did some shopping and visited a few hotels we had not seen before. we met up with my bro and my nephew at the palazzo. we had lunch and drinks, and then went to the carosel bar @ Harrahs. great time. That is the bar, where they spin the bottles and do other bar tricks. we drank a few yards of whatever.

later we went back to the Mirage where Jr played craps for the first time. His first time with the bones, he had the dice for twenty minutes. we made enough money on that roll to cancel the rental car and get a limo to the game.

after a terrible dinner at the Samba ( a brazilian steak house) note to self- never again. we took Jr to the spearmint RHINO for his 21st birthday. Problem was that the guy at the door figured out that he does not turn 21 till next week. so we were turned arround and sent on our way. that saved me some cash.

I went back to the room and was in bed before midnight.A symptom of my age. Jr went out with the young guys to some clubs. He can save that for his blog

VIVA LAS VEGAS ! What goes on in Vegas Stays in Vegas! unless you have a blog.

The pats are 12 point favorites out here, I like the pats by 21. Lots of Pats fans out here. You cannot find a Giant fan anyplace. they are in hiding.

Monty

Ok here we go.
i worked till 3 and Jr went to school
we were flying out at 7:30, but i was so jiggy, I had to get to the airport at like 4:30
Note to self-do not ever eat at familigia in the airport again.
watched mr woodcock in the waiting area. note to self-next time just watch the first 5 minutes
on the plane i met an agent from belmont. quoted some stuff in cambridge for him. now i can write off the trip haha.
JR met some guys from New hampshire. We all did our part to drink every last drop of beer and booze the plane had. we even drained first class. i was hammering the Amerillo at the end. Overall it was a looooong flight.

In Vegas we met the funniest ( bigoted and racist cab driver) EVER, his card read :

I AM WE TOD
DID I AM SOFA
KING WE TOD DID

702-809-8914

Went to mirage, had 2 rediculously large sandwiches from the Carnagie deli.
Played Craps. won like 3 hundo. met a funny guy from NC. went to bed at 5:00AM eastern time. serious acid reflux. More tommorow.